Chapter 1002: Chapter 247: Cutting Destiny and Enemies is Not as Hard as Cutting Falsehood_2
Jiang Wang turned around and saw a short-bearded elder glaring at him angrily.
He met the elder’s gaze calmly but did not speak.
It was still the same phrase, this was the Zhong Xuan Family, and he did not want to offend people on behalf of Zhongxuan Sheng.
Hearing the sound, Zhongxuan Laifu turned back and jogged over to the elder, nodding and bowing, "Elder, this is Mr. Jiang Wang. He is here to perform ancestral rituals on behalf of Sheng."
This short-bearded elder from the Zhong Xuan Family, upon hearing Zhongxuan Laifu’s explanation, ignored him and continued to stare at Jiang Wang, "Who are you? By what right do you perform ancestral rituals for Sheng? Is our Zhong Xuan Family’s ancestral hall a place where any riffraff can come perform rituals?"
No matter how much Zhongxuan Laifu’s status had improved, he was ultimately just a house slave for the Zhong Xuan Family, never able to surpass the main family. Not to mention comparing with an elder.
Thus, even though he was completely ignored, he showed no sign of annoyance.
He only feared that Mr. Jiang might feel aggrieved and he would not be able to explain it to his own master back at Sheng’s place.
Thus, though he was afraid, he gritted his teeth and continued with a smile, trying to block the elder, "Elder, you may not be aware as you have been in seclusion for many years, but Mr. Jiang is a close and dear friend to our Sheng, a Fourth-Rank Green Badge Constable, a Second-order Guard Sea Knight, and he is a young prodigy recognized in our Daqi!"
This elder was obviously here to cause trouble.
At this point, if anyone in the Zhongxuan Family didn’t know the name of Jiang Wang, it was only because they don’t care about who will inherit the position of the family head. But which member of the Zhongxuan Clan wouldn’t care about who the head of the family would be?
Jiang Wang was aware of this, but he didn’t want to escalate the situation, so he remained silent.
Zhongxuan Laifu was also aware of this, but he hoped that the elder would be more aware of the situation. Therefore, what was termed an explanation was, in reality, an attempt to influence.
"So, he is a baron!"
The short-bearded elder sneered, "Since when has the threshold of my Zhong Xuan’s house dropped so low?"
"Mr. Jiang is representing Sheng in performing the rituals..." Zhongxuan Laifu still wanted to persuade, trying to leverage Zhongxuan Sheng’s name to exert pressure.
But the short-bearded elder slapped him back, "Who gave you the right to speak?"
Zhongxuan Laifu didn’t even dare to dodge, prepared for the slap to knock his teeth out.
But the slap never landed.
It was caught mid-air by a young and strong hand.
The elder saw a blur, and the young man from the ancestral hall had already appeared before him.
And his wrist... seemed as if it was cast in iron!
Jiang Wang looked at him with a calm gaze and spoke deliberately, "If you have grievances, why oppress the servants? It only tarnishes the reputation of the Zhong Xuan family."
He half-turned, using his free left hand to point to the couplet in front of the ancestral hall, "You should know that on this hall’s couplet, the words ’Cut False’ are inscribed!"
"Let go of me!" The short-bearded elder tried to force his way out but couldn’t free himself from that iron grip.
How could he, a cultivator from the External Building Environment, be as helpless as a child in front of this young man!
He was both annoyed and anxious, resulting in his unbridled speech, "You, this outrageous renegade, merely cling to my Zhong Xuan Family for survival, eating and using what belongs to my Zhong Xuan Family, and now you even dare to attack me!?"
Jiang Wang didn’t get upset. Instead, he smiled, loosening his fingers slightly. Caught off guard, the short-bearded elder nearly fell, retreating several steps to stabilize himself.
"So you do recognize me."
Jiang Wang watched the elder with a smile, leisurely asking, "But I wonder who you are exactly, and what is your name?"
You have to recognize me, but I don’t even know who you are.
So the question arises, who holds more weight, and who truly is the outrageous one?
There was not a single word of contempt in Jiang Wang’s speech, yet it couldn’t have been more contemptuous.
"I am Zhongxuan Hengshen, are you afraid now?" The short-bearded elder glared, "What can you, a petty rural lad, do to me!"
He deliberately muddled the waters, hoping to provoke the young man. Ideally, this young man would lose his temper and attack him.
"I can’t be bothered to do anything to you," Jiang Wang said with a smile.
Not that I cannot, just can’t be bothered.
"Regularly returning to the clan land, offering incense at the ancestral hall is Sheng’s intention. He is currently overseas and can’t return anytime soon, so he asked me to step in. That’s all. I didn’t have to come."
He didn’t continue the argument and simply walked past, heading outside, "Then let Zhongxuan Sheng come himself."
The implication was clear—wait for Zhongxuan Sheng to come find you.
Zhongxuan Hengshen was, after all, an elder of the Zhong Xuan Family, a true member of the Zhongxuan Clan.
How Jiang Wang dealt with him wasn’t entirely suitable. Too light, and it meant nothing; too heavy, and it could place Zhongxuan Sheng in a difficult position.
Leaving it to Zhongxuan Sheng to handle was the best approach.
And that seemingly kind-hearted but ruthless man would definitely not spare him face just because Zhongxuan Hengshen was older.
Zhongxuan Laifu quickly closed the doors of the hall and eagerly followed behind Jiang Wang as they left.
His heart was drumming yet felt extremely exhilarated. Zhongxuan Hengshen, an esteemed elder, had his hand raised in mid-air but ultimately couldn’t bring it down!
At this moment, the retreating figure of Mr. Jiang, gallantly leaving, was so heroically exceptional.
What is called momentum? This is called momentum!
"You madman!" Faced with the words casually thrown by Jiang Wang, Zhongxuan Hengshen bitterly exclaimed, unable to hide his timidity.
From beginning to end, the middle-aged man sitting on the stone stump showed no reaction at all.
Even as Zhongxuan Hengshen was about to clash with Jiang Wang, he didn’t lift his eyelids.
And neither Zhongxuan Hengshen nor Zhongxuan Laifu considered engaging him in any conversation.
