Chapter 60

In the central area of Tianchuan City lies a semi-mountain villa district, standing like a throne of power in the heart of this economic hub. This is also the stronghold of the Hua family.

At three o'clock in the morning, the area was still brightly lit. This was not the dazzling neon lights of a city that never sleeps, nor the demonic eyes that leap and scream, hungry for blood.

In the villa area of the Hua family's main residence, the fourth concubine tightly held her frightened young daughter. The fire-rock leopard, on the other hand, obediently guarded the young mistress.

The little girl, Hua Yuqing, looked up at her mother and said, "Mom, are those mean big bad guys still here?"

The fourth concubine patted her daughter's head and said, "Don't be afraid. Mom is here. Mom won't let those big bad guys hurt you."

Hua Yuqing, not fully understanding what was happening outside, felt the worry in her mother's words and tried to comfort her, "Mom, don't be afraid. With Dad and Grandpa here, they will definitely drive those big bad guys away."

No matter what the young mistress said, the fire-rock leopard would whimper twice to show its master's might.

The "big bad guys" Hua Yuqing referred to were the third, fourth, and fifth uncles of the Hua family.

The main residence of the Hua family was surrounded by the enraged and uninformed younger branches, making it airtight. A man in a sweaty tank top, with a somewhat thug-like appearance, was smoking a cigarette and pointing at the main residence's gate, saying, "We've endured these bastards for too long. They really treat us like we're not human. We are also surnamed Hua, and our ancestors fought alongside theirs. It's one thing that they don't let us into the ancestral hall to worship our ancestors, but now they want to keep the treasures left by our ancestors for themselves. If Old Dog Hua doesn't give us a satisfactory answer by sunrise, we'll burn this place down and see what he can do to us!"

This thug's passionate and crude speech stirred up even more rebellious emotions. One by one, the young men couldn't help but join in, howling at the Hua family.

The older generation, who had initially come to join the commotion, couldn't resist this crude and passionate speech. They were stirred by a sense of不甘 (unwillingness to accept their fate). In their youth, they had all felt the frustration and anger of being from a lesser branch of a large family. In another generation, their grandchildren would have to move out of the Hua family's villa district and have little to do with the Tianchuan Hua family.

The Hua family was like an umbrella of protection. Now, it still provided some shelter, but when that shelter was gone, their descendants would have to struggle in the world like ordinary people, enduring hardships until the green hills turned green again, who knows how many springs would pass.

Contentment is always a form of self-comfort. Once you have something, you want more. Being able to live without striving is what heaven should give.

Another slick-talking man, seeing that the effect was still lacking, added fuel to the fire, pointing at the Hua residence and shouting, "I heard from Uncle Three that an elder of the Xuanyuan clan has come with a letter of appointment from the clan leader, appointing him as the eleventh-generation patriarch. If Uncle Three can become the new patriarch, he promises to revise the unreasonable ancestral rules left by our ancestors. We can share in the treasures left by our ancestors, and even a small portion would be enough for our descendants to enjoy for dozens of generations."

The day before, they didn't know what the Xuanyuan clan was or what it had to do with the Tianchuan Hua family.

They hadn't thought about the fact that their ancestors came from the ancient Xuanyuan clan, which had never been in contact with the Tianchuan Hua family.

The lure of profit made these people, who only wanted their descendants to enjoy the benefits under the protection of the Hua family, see red. They were determined to make Old Dog Hua step down and move out of the main residence of the Hua family.

Amidst the chorus of opposition, the ancestral hall in front of the Hua family's main residence was deathly silent. Old Patriarch Hua stood at the gate of the ancestral hall, quietly watching the people in front of him.

Uncle Three and the other old men didn't want to force Old Man Hua into the main residence. They all knew that their righteous anger was not entirely justified.

On the surface, they had a strong case, but deep down, each had their own ulterior motives. This was enough to force Old Man Hua to back down. The chorus of opposition outside the main residence was enough.

The ancestors had a saying: If the main branch is immoral, all the younger branches can unite to appeal to the ancestors and drive out the immoral main branch, establishing a new main branch with virtue and ability.

Finally, Old Five broke the silence and said, "Old Two, you should know how our father became the patriarch, right?"

Old Patriarch Hua, of course, knew what Old Five was getting at. It was because their father's older brother was too obsessed with women, and their father and the other four brothers seized the opportunity to force their grandfather to depose the heir and establish a new one.

Brothers, sometimes, are just a term for a shared interest.

Although he was now the most respected and powerful figure in the Hua family, the remaining three brothers couldn't rebel against him, but the entire family's younger branches could. Did he want to cut down his own people to set an example? He couldn't do that, even if it cost him his life.

Some things only become clear when you reach his position. So, Old Patriarch Hua was now helpless, angry, and resentful.

He was angry that his brothers were using his loyalty as a weapon, and he resented the Xuanyuan clan's leader for stirring up trouble at this critical moment.

To ordinary people, it might seem like nothing. After all, it had been over ten generations, and the Hua family's ancestors had already separated from the Xuanyuan clan. But blood is thicker than water. Unless the Hua family cut off all ties with the Xuanyuan clan, they would always be manipulated in a thousand ways, and no one would say a word against the Xuanyuan clan.

Seeing the burning anger in Old Man Hua's eyes but his silence, Old Five continued smugly, "Either you quickly repent to the ancestors, abdicate the patriarchal power, and hand over all the secrets of the Hua family to the next patriarch, or you share the benefits with us. Choose one!"

Old Three glanced at Old Five with a sly look and said, "I have a mission from the leader of the Xuanyuan clan. I choose the first option. After I obtain the secrets left by our ancestors, I will share them with all the Hua family."

Old Five only found out two days ago why Old Three had stopped working with the boss. It turned out he had joined the main branch of the Xuanyuan clan. He only found out yesterday where his ancestors came from.

He didn't know his ancestors were from the Xuanyuan clan, but he had heard of it, a legendary existence. Old Five was now regretful and a bit nervous. Old Two might not see through his connection with the boss, but Old Three certainly would. The line was originally set up by Old Three and the boss.

Seeing that Old Four, who was in the same boat, remained silent, Old Five didn't have the courage to oppose Old Three.

Hua Zhilong, standing behind Old Patriarch Hua, was full of anger. Just as he was about to burst at Old Three, a dragon's roar shook the mountain!

A blood dragon descended from the sky, as if plunging from the netherworld to the underworld, its roar filled with murderous intent, trailing a blood-red lightning bolt.

This dragon's blood forced Old Three to almost retreat from the ancestral hall courtyard.

With a loud boom, the powerful shockwave sent the weaker members of Old Three's group flying.

When the dust settled, a ten-foot-long blood-patterned steel spear stood in the courtyard.

This was a powerful patterned weapon: the Blood-Patterned Dragon-Drinking Spear.

In the world of destruction, there are many schools that use weapons, and their patterned weapons are often a combination of weapon and pattern. A weapon is a natural pattern!

Standing on the Blood-Patterned Dragon-Drinking Spear was an old man with a bamboo-like figure and bloodthirsty eyes.

Seeing this man, the three brothers of Old Patriarch Hua simultaneously exclaimed in fear: "The Wicked Dragon Butcher, Long Zaitian!"