Chapter 99: Ritual and Music Collapsed

Inside the Wang mansion, Wang Hu listened respectfully to his son’s instructions over the phone.

The thing he was most proud of in his life, having risen from a primary school graduate to the richest man in City B, was that a single tremor years ago had made him the biological father of a superhuman.

Without the luck of this status, he could never have climbed from an ordinary office worker to the top of City B’s wealth.

His son’s grace was something he could never repay—this was the debt a father owed for life.

When his noble son’s identity as a superhuman was revealed, the entire city erupted; countless people rushed to ask how he had produced such a divine offspring.

Years later, whenever faced with these questions, Wang Hu always recalled that night over a decade ago when he and his wife had practiced the method.

“It was the Monkey Confucian Method!” Wang Hu proudly told every inquirer: “I combined the noble golden seed of the superhuman with my wife’s soft seed using the Monkey Confucian Method.”

“Yes, exactly—our correct posture allowed the golden seed and soft seed to unite, successfully birthing a noble superhuman!”

“Of course, my personal effort accounted for only a small part; days before my son was born, I already sensed that even without my correct posture, the superhuman would have been born—my efforts merely made his birth smoother.”

Inspired by Wang Hu’s success mantras, countless ordinary people eager for a gifted child began learning his posture and mimicking his diet.

Some even directly modeled their clothing and appearance after Wang Hu and his wife.

Thanks to the added prestige of being the progenitor of a superhuman, every action of Wang Hu’s was met with open doors; before he realized it, he had become the richest man in City B.

Yet over these years, Wang Hu had always lived with diligence, adhering strictly to his role and remembering the lessons from his primary school textbooks.

First lesson of the semester: “The Gap Between Superhumans and Ordinary People”

Third chapter: “Superhumans Who Challenge Their Biological Parents”

Seventh chapter: “On the Meaning of an Ordinary Person’s Life”

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Over the years, he had witnessed countless billionaires rise and fall—but it was precisely the teachings of his youth that had kept him alive.

First, superhumans are equal among themselves, but superhumans and ordinary people are absolutely unequal.

Even if you are the parent of a superhuman, if another superhuman dislikes you, they will kill you without hesitation—consider it severing worldly ties and cutting karmic bonds among kin.

So don’t think being rich lets you act superior; the richer you are, the more you’ll dance before superhumans—and the higher the chance you’ll be crushed.

Ordinary people must strictly fulfill their duties: you must not dress better than a superhuman—do you think you’re trying to rebel?

Nor may you dress too poorly—you are the biological father of a superhuman; wearing such shabby rags is an insult. You might as well die.

The women you play with must not be ugly—it’s embarrassing.

But if they’re too beautiful, isn’t that just an invitation for me to take her?

Then the superhuman will come to your door, steal your woman, and wipe out your entire family.

So survive.

Before the Great Collapse, Confucius of the Confucians said: one must wear clothing befitting one’s status and perform rites appropriate to one’s station; otherwise, ritual and music collapse.

In matters of ritual, Wang Hu had always maintained discipline.

Now, after all these years, his son had called for the first time in the dead of night—Wang Hu immediately sensed his doom had arrived.

His hands trembled, fearing the voice on the other end would say: “Dad, I’ve angered another superhuman—he wants me dead, and my whole family too. I’m afraid I’ll have to sacrifice you.”

This was entirely plausible: just this morning, two superhumans had been dueling with nine-clan extermination threats; others copying the act was perfectly reasonable.

Fortunately, his son did not say that. Instead, he spoke slowly:

“Dad, my boss is collecting all girls and mature women in the New State with a beauty score above ninety.”

“After big data analysis, my cousin made the cut—but to enter the top hundred, she must still be selected by lottery.”

“Aren’t you always telling me that superhumans should help each other, avoid conflict with other superhumans, and always consider their needs?”

“So I thought—if my cousin agrees, I’ll skip the lottery and just ask for her to be directly admitted. As long as she passes the physical exam with no health issues, she’ll qualify.” The superhuman on the other end smiled.

“There’s such a thing?” Wang Hu’s eyes lit up instantly.

Though he didn’t know the details, if they were seeking women, anyone who understood would understand.

If this succeeded, wouldn’t he become the in-law of not one but two superhumans?

With two superhumans guarding the family, how could fortune not multiply?

‘Wait—there’s a trap!’ Wang Hu frowned, sensing something was off.

What if his own family failed to please the superhuman, and the superhuman, displeased, wiped out his nine clans?

‘No—this must be carefully considered.’ Wang Hu thought cautiously.

“Son, I need to discuss this with your cousin and hear her opinion—if she’s not destined for this, wouldn’t my good intentions backfire?” Wang Hu said solemnly.

“Fine. Think fast—I need an answer before dawn. If you’re certain, I’ll just swap her in for someone else’s slot.”

“Of course, of course, I’ll get it done. But may I boldly ask—what task will your cousin be assigned?”

“It’s state secrets. Better you don’t know.” The voice on the other end replied coolly, then clicked the phone off with a snap.

Listening to the dial tone, Wang Hu immediately dialed his relatives.

He had to cram his child with lessons—teach them every missing biology and etiquette class in one night, so they wouldn’t mess up.

That night, countless others across the New State, like Wang Hu, received similar calls and stayed awake.

In this night, ordinary people’s excitement, exhilaration, fear, resolve, and determination converged.

All of it aimed at crossing the deep chasm between mortal and superhuman—just to touch the edge of the extraordinary.

If successful, they’d have no worries about livelihood for decades; if they failed, the consequences would be horrific.

Either way, time’s hands would not pause for anyone—they continued their steady forward motion.

When Fang Can arrived at the agreed-upon house the next morning, having bid farewell to Liu Qingmeng and the others, he saw a man smiling and extending his hand:

“You must be Fang Can. I’m your number-one fan—I watched every second of your performance at the Carnival Day. You’re a damn genius!”

“I’m Lanhuo Wang. Looking forward to working with you!”

(End of Chapter)