Hong Lan had a rough idea of why Xia Zhenfeng had invited her over.
It was nothing more than:
My daughter is already taken!
Tell your silly son to stop pining after her!
You guys are out of the game!
Blah blah blah, and so on.
What else could it be?
The two families didn't have any deep-seated hatred or grudges.
Even if they couldn't become in-laws, they surely wouldn't become enemies, right?
The more a situation like this arose, the more magnanimous she needed to appear.
It was also to win a good impression for her own son.
When young people date, who doesn't have times when they argue and break up?
Younger partners are more prone to causing problems.
Once Weiwei suffered a heartbreak, Lei Siren could completely seize the opportunity to win her favor again.
On this point, Hong Lan and her son's thoughts coincided perfectly.
Both of them believed that the battle had just begun.
Little did they know.
The moment she stepped through the door, the battle was already over.
It was just that, trapped in the dark, she was still completely unaware.
Snap!
Xia Zhenfeng snapped his fingers.
Wang Ran understood implicitly, turning around and leaving the scene.
Such an action left Hong Lan completely stunned.
What did this mean?
Was there some other program arranged?
Hong Lan and Lei Siren were baffled.
The members of the Xia family, however, were quite excited.
They all knew very well how lively the upcoming scene was going to be.
Xia Zhenfeng continued to keep them in suspense, pressing his hands down and saying:
It's nothing, I'm just having Xiao Ran fetch something.
No need to rush, let's sit down and chat slowly.
Weiwei, why haven't you poured water for your Aunt Lan?
Now that the child has grown up, she is really just like before, completely lacking in manners.
On the surface, Xia Zhenfeng was scolding Xia Yiwei.
But as he said these words, his eyes were fixed entirely on Lei Siren.
The stare made Lei Siren feel exceptionally panicked inside.
Why had he been targeted all day today?
Even if they knew he had hired people to beat up Lin Yu but failed.
It shouldn't warrant dragging his old mother over just to scold him to his face, right?
Was this matter really that serious?
Okay, okay, my mistake. I'll go pour the water right now.
Xia Yiwei stood up with rare obedience, picking up the teapot and speaking cheerfully.
The scene truly looked more and more amiss.
Hong Lan was no fool.
She was much shrewder than her son.
Xia Zhenfeng's pointed hints were enough to explain the problem.
Perhaps...
Her son had done something wrong and provoked Xia Zhenfeng?
...
Before long.
Wang Ran returned to the table.
Holding a tablet in hand, she placed it in front of Xia Zhenfeng.
Xia Zhenfeng tapped on the screen a few times, remaining silent for quite a while.
At this moment.
Even a fool could tell from Xia Zhenfeng's expression that he was about to do something.
Hong Lan could no longer sit still and took the initiative to ask:
Brother Zhenfeng, what exactly is the matter you called me here for today?
We've known each other for so many years, is there something you can't just say straight out?
Recently, since Lei Siren returned to Pingchuan, he has been interacting more with Weiwei.
Did he do something wrong to make you unhappy?
Don't you know me?
I am definitely not someone who blindly protects her own!
If Lei Siren really did something wrong, I will absolutely teach him a good lesson!
Hong Lan's tone was very firm, not considering at all what would happen next.
If a conflict arose among a few young people...
How big could the conflict really be?
Compared to waiting for someone else to discipline her son, taking the initiative herself was naturally the better choice.
However.
This time, the matter was much bigger than she imagined...
Hearing this, the dark clouds on Xia Zhenfeng's face did not dissipate in the slightest.
He said in a tough tone:
Xiao Lan, I hope you remember what you just said.
I have no objections to letting you punish this brat.
But if the punishment isn't severe enough...
I will have to do it myself!
Xia Zhenfeng's gaze swept over Lei Siren.
Lei Siren instantly felt a chill down his spine and his legs went weak.
How could he have the nerve to keep sitting? He quickly stood up from his seat, trembling with fear.
Stumbling over his words, he asked:
U-Uncle Xia, please don't be angry yet.
I'll apologize to you first. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-I...
I don't know what I did wrong, but I must have done something wrong.
Please calm down, it's all my fault!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
