Old Master Luo was seething with rage.
"You dare hit me?"
"Have you lost your mind? Is there no law left? Luo family members, are you just going to stand by and watch this woman humiliate me?"
The entire hall fell silent. Everyone exchanged glances, but no one spoke.
Their eyes conveyed a clear message: they would rather stay out of it.
The old man had dug his own grave—no need to drag them down with him.
Old Master Luo laughed bitterly, realizing his former authority had completely eroded.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Fine, very well. You’re all just splendid."
Struggling, he pulled himself up and clumsily climbed into his wheelchair.
"Luo Yao, since you’ve shown no respect for your grandfather, I’ll speak plainly."
Lin Ran felt a headache coming on. Why did the Luo family treat their pride like worn-out shoe insoles?
"Under your leadership, Luo Corporation has suffered a major incident. You’re no longer fit to be the family head. Step down now."
Luo Yao’s gaze was as clear and innocent as a young girl’s.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Luo Corporation was already declining under your rule. Look around—do you see anyone speaking up for you?"
"Oh wait, you can’t see. Then listen—who’s defending you?"
"Under my management, these parasites have squandered far more money than they ever did under you."
"But today, since they dared provoke Ah Ran, from now on, they’ll have to fend for themselves. I, Luo Yao, won’t give them another cent."
Her words exploded like "Little Boy," obliterating everyone in the room.
"Luo Yao, this is going too far! The Luo family’s ancestral rule states that all living elders within three generations are to be supported by the family!"
"Exactly! And the annual allowances are just a fraction of Luo Corporation’s earnings—it doesn’t even affect the business!"
"If you won’t share the money, then divide the treasures from the Luo family’s dragon vein. We’ll accept that."
"Right! Otherwise, you’re betraying our ancestors!"
Once their interests were threatened, those who had vowed silence suddenly found their voices.
Without the Luo family’s subsidies, their lives would plummet from the clouds straight into hell.
Even the most distant third-generation relatives received millions each year.
Old Master Luo chimed in, "Luo Yao, with our ancestors watching, is this how you fulfill your filial duties?"
Luo Yao stared at the ancestral tablets in the hall, her eyes filled with disdain.
"Ancestral tablets? Fine. You want to prove your piety?"
"Uncle Fu."
"Yes, Miss."
"Tear them down."
Uncle Fu and his men swiftly cleared the tablets, smashing them to pieces.
Everyone watched in stunned silence. No one had expected that after eight years, Luo Yao had grown even more ruthless and unhinged.
But under the weight of her authority, no one dared intervene. Old Master Luo trembled with rage.
"Stop this, you mad girl! Do you want to be cursed by our ancestors for your unfilialness after death?"
Luo Yao slowly walked up to Old Master Luo, looking down at him.
"You can’t even look me in the eye. What right do you have to command me? To call yourself my elder?"
"You—you—I’m still your grandfather! How am I not your elder?"
His beard quivered as he stammered, finally resorting to his familial title.
Watching Uncle Fu finish the destruction, Luo Yao spoke softly.
"There. Now none of you have ancestors left to honor. Problem solved."
Lin Ran thought, My wife is on another level.
He’d only tortured and beaten Lin Tianba, but Luo Yao had just obliterated eighteen generations of her own ancestors.
Luo Yao observed Old Master Luo, now speechless with fury.
"What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? If you like silence, you can keep it forever."
Her words dripped with venom, sending chills down everyone’s spines. The familiar dread returned.
Yet no one dared stand up for Old Master Luo. Many here were direct descendants, but not the main lineage.
Luo family rules forbade non-mainline members from interfering in internal conflicts.
As for the main lineage? It was nearly extinct.
The only potentially intact member, Second Luo, was nowhere to be found.
None of Luo Yao’s brothers had come—perhaps they couldn’t.
Old Master Luo began to panic. He never imagined Luo Yao would go this far. Everything had changed because of Lin Ran.
Had he been wrong from the start?
Was Luo Yao not toying with Lin Ran but genuinely acting as his wife?
Preposterous! This was the emotionless Luo Yao!
"You can’t touch me. I’m your grandfather."
Luo Yao narrowed her eyes.
"Seems the last lesson didn’t stick. Let me borrow something else from you."
"You and Luo Wuyou conspired to rally these people and seize power, didn’t you? Like father, like daughter—both schemers. But let me tell you, in schemes, you’re not even fit to be my grandson."
She raised her hand to strike.
"Stop!"
Luo Wuyou’s voice, crisp and alluring, made Luo Yao pause. A bone-chilling smile curled her lips.
"Luo Yao, bullying an old man is hardly impressive."
Luo Wuyou had finally had enough. She disliked Old Master Luo, but abandoning an ally now was unwise.
Luo Yao enunciated each word softly.
"Then how about I bully you instead?"
Luo Wuyou hesitated before asking, "What will it take for you to spare my father?"
Luo Yao: "Playing dumb? Tell me where Second Luo is, and I’ll let you both go."
Before Luo Wuyou could respond, Old Master Luo spat, "Do you really think we’d tell you?"
In one fluid motion, Luo Yao gripped his jaw. A dagger flashed—a whirlwind of movement—and it was over before the pain registered.
When she withdrew the blade, Old Master Luo’s scream pierced the air.
Luo Yao had been far crueler to him than she’d been to Lin Jian. Back then, she’d stopped short of fully mangling Lin Jian’s tongue to avoid blood splatter.
This time, she’d calculated every angle to stay clean.
Luo Wuyou stood frozen, unable to react in time.
The scene petrified the onlookers. Many Luo family members bowed their heads, too terrified to watch, yet the agonized cries made their skin crawl.
Luo Wuyou’s pupils trembled.
Amateurs saw chaos; professionals recognized skill.
Luo Yao’s precision—executed in under a second—was masterful.
To achieve this required not just ability but experience.
Just as a renowned doctor must lose many patients to earn the title, Luo Yao had clearly done this countless times.
Far more than Luo Wuyou ever had.
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
