Lin Fan looked at the notorious Havoc King of the Xuanhuang Realm, who was now hugging his leg and sobbing uncontrollably. If anyone else saw this scene, they’d surely be so shocked their jaws would drop.
“Xiao Ming, stop crying,” Lin Fan gently patted the other’s head to comfort him.
“No, Uncle, don’t comfort me. Xiao Ming really wants to cry right now,” Wang Xiao Ming felt wronged. These past years had been truly tormenting.
“Hey, don’t cry while hugging my leg like this. You’re smearing snot all over me,” Lin Fan said with a hint of disgust.
Wang Xiao Ming looked up at Lin Fan, blinked his big eyes, and felt himself being rejected. He then sorrowfully said, “Uncle, Xiao Ming’s heart is bitter.”
“Bitter? Haven’t you been living quite freely these past hundred years? You’ve bullied countless geniuses, became ‘Old Wang from next door,’ seduced someone else’s girl, and even had a child with her. Tell me, what bitterness are you talking about?” Lin Fan said helplessly.
Upon hearing Wang Xiao Ming’s complaints, Lin Fan felt exasperated. How could someone be so shameless? This person treated heavenly geniuses like monkeys, playing with them for a hundred years and tricking tens of thousands.
Especially those female geniuses, Lin Fan was certain Wang Xiao Ming must have taken advantage of them.
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiao Ming was momentarily stunned and confused. “Uncle, what ‘Old Wang from next door’? What child? You’re really wronging me here.”
“I remember once someone insisted I seduced his wife. I said I didn’t, but he wouldn’t believe me and even attacked me. I got so angry I beat him up. Later I found out someone had impersonated me. I’ve carried this false accusation for decades, and no one believes me.”
With tears in his eyes, Wang Xiao Ming said, “Uncle, baby’s heart is bitter, and there’s no one to tell.”
Lin Fan watched as the notorious Demon King of the Profound Yellow Realm clung to his leg, weeping bitterly. If anyone else were to witness this scene, their jaws would surely drop in astonishment.
“Xiao Ming, stop crying,” Lin Fan said gently, patting his head in comfort.
“No, Uncle, don’t comfort me. I really want to cry right now,” Wang Xiaoming said, his heart filled with grievance. The past years had been nothing but torment.
“Alright, but if you’re going to cry, could you not hug my leg? You’re getting snot all over it,” Lin Fan said with a hint of disgust.
Wang Xiaoming looked up at Lin Fan, blinking his big eyes, feeling a bit rejected. Then, with a sorrowful expression, he said, “Uncle, my heart is full of bitterness.”
“What are you bitter about? For the past century, haven’t you been living quite freely? You’ve bullied a whole group of prodigies, became the infamous ‘Old Wang next door,’ seduced their girls, and even fathered their children. What exactly are you complaining about?”
Lin Fan couldn’t help but feel exasperated hearing Wang Xiaoming’s complaints. How could someone be so shameless? He had been toying with these prodigies for a hundred years, and not just one or two, but thousands of them. And as for the female prodigies, Lin Fan was certain Wang Xiaoming had taken advantage of them.
Wang Xiaoming was taken aback. “Uncle, what are you talking about? ‘Old Wang next door’? Whose child? That’s a misunderstanding!”
“I remember once, someone accused me of seducing his wife. I denied it, but he didn’t believe me and even attacked me. I was so angry that I beat him up. Later, I found out someone had been using my name. I’ve been carrying this blame for decades, and no one believes me.”
Wang Xiaoming’s eyes welled up with tears. “Uncle, my heart is full of sorrow, and I have no one to confide in.”
“Is that so?” Lin Fan was surprised to hear that Wang Xiaoming had been wrongly accused for so long.
“But how could there be so many prodigies? Did you bully someone every day?”
Lin Fan found it hard to believe. If Wang Xiaoming bullied one person a day, that would be 365 a year, and over a hundred years, that would be over 36,000. But the ten thousand prodigies he mentioned would mean he bullied someone every three days. That was quite a high frequency.
Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming started crying again. “Uncle, it’s a misunderstanding! I only bullied six or seven thousand at most. The rest were just joining in the fun, trying to ‘eliminate the evil.’ I didn’t provoke them. Don’t you think I’m unlucky?”
Wang Xiaoming wept bitterly, finally releasing all the grievances he had held inside after meeting Lin Fan. Who could have imagined that he would suddenly have three or four thousand enemies out of nowhere? If he didn’t know the truth, he would have thought they were out to kill his entire family.
“Ah, you really have had it rough,” Lin Fan said, feeling a bit sympathetic after hearing Wang Xiaoming’s story. It seemed like Wang Xiaoming was indeed a tragic figure, but since things had come to this, there was no turning back.
“Uncle, can we just end this? Honestly, the first few decades were quite enjoyable, but the last few decades have been unbearable. I miss my parents, I miss my family, but now I can’t even go home. If I step out, within half a day, a whole group of people will come to kill me. Do you think I have any freedom left? In the past hundred years, I haven’t even had a wife. The Wang family line is about to end. Uncle, please, have pity on me and help me out.”
Wang Xiaoming’s tears flowed freely, his words filled with heartache and sorrow.
“Didn’t you give up on a prodigy once? You could have taken her and her treasure with you. Why didn’t you?” Lin Fan felt that this was Wang Xiaoming’s own fault. He had so many opportunities but didn’t seize them. Who else could he blame?
“Uncle, that’s not fair. You didn’t see that female prodigy. She was hideous, downright ugly. If it weren’t for her treasure, I wouldn’t have even bothered to approach her. That one time, I had to face her for three days and three nights, and it left a deep scar in my heart.”
Just mentioning that female prodigy made Wang Xiaoming shudder. It was a sin, a sin too heavy to bear. If he hadn’t been so strong-willed back then, he might have been scared to death.
Lin Fan hadn’t expected Wang Xiaoming’s life over the past century to be so eventful.
“Do you really want to go back? What would you do once you’re back?” Lin Fan asked.
“Uncle, I really want to go back. By my calculations, it’s about time I inherited my father’s position as the family head. After that, I can enjoy life, marry a few wives, have some children, and live happily ever after.”
Wang Xiaoming thought about it and felt that this was the life he truly desired.
“Will you stop bullying people in the future?” Lin Fan asked.
Wang Xiaoming quickly waved his hands. “No more, no more. Over the past century, every time I bullied someone, I felt like vomiting. When I go back, I want to be a good person and help others.”
“Damn.”
Lin Fan was stunned. It seemed that Wang Xiaoming had developed a sense of guilt from bullying others. He had truly reformed.
But that wouldn’t do. Without Wang Xiaoming’s unique constitution, these prodigies might develop too slowly. He had to keep Wang Xiaoming going.
“Alright, Uncle will take you back now.”
In an instant, Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, enveloping Wang Xiaoming and piercing through the void. In the blink of an eye, they arrived above the Wang family’s domain.
A hundred years had passed, and the Wang family had remained strong, growing more powerful but staying within the confines of their city. Now, the Wang family had reached an incredibly formidable level, with numerous direct descendants and factions.
“Eh, Uncle, where’s my father? Who is this guy? Why is he the family head?” Wang Xiaoming looked down at the middle-aged man, confused.
“Xiao Ming, it’s been a hundred years. This is the sixth generation. This is your great-great-great… grandson.” Lin Fan pointed, and a screen appeared in front of Wang Xiaoming.
“Look, your father, your brothers, your nephews, your nephews’ sons… they’re all in seclusion, cultivating. Do you think you can go back now and compete with the younger generation for the family head position?” Lin Fan said.
“I… I…” Wang Xiaoming was almost speechless, his breath caught in his throat, and he was on the verge of tears.
“Uncle, this isn’t fair. I haven’t even experienced being the family head, and now there are so many descendants. It’s heartbreaking…”
The changes had come too quickly, almost too much for Wang Xiaoming to accept.
It had only been a hundred years, and yet everything had changed so drastically.
Lin Fan patted Wang Xiaoming’s shoulder and said earnestly, “Xiao Ming, listen to Uncle. Go back and keep bullying people. Uncle promises you that when the time comes, I’ll give you a world, and you can be its ruler. How about that?”
With his ability as the Creator, Lin Fan would surely gather more worlds in the future. Giving one to Wang Xiaoming wouldn’t be a problem.
“Xiao Ming, not satisfied? How about two?”
Seeing Wang Xiaoming remain silent, Lin Fan thought he wasn’t satisfied and added another.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that when Wang Xiaoming heard about becoming a world ruler, his heart started racing. Just as he was about to agree, Lin Fan offered two, and he was so excited he almost fainted.
“Uncle, three. If you agree to give me three, I’ll go back and keep bullying people,” Wang Xiaoming said slyly.
“Deal. No problem. Three it is. Uncle can afford it.” Lin Fan smiled. What a good kid. He agreed so easily. So obedient.
“Thank you, Uncle…” Wang Xiaoming smiled happily, all the bitterness of the past century forgotten. Now, all he could think about was becoming a world ruler.
“Good.”
Lin Fan smiled with satisfaction, then flicked his finger, sending a drop of blood that vibrated through the void and seeped into Wang Xiaoming’s body.
Now that he had enhanced the talents of those prodigies, if he didn’t give Wang Xiaoming a little boost, he might really be killed by them.
…
“How could there be so many geniuses? Don’t tell me you bullied someone every single day?”
Regarding the number, Lin Fan also found it hard to believe. If you bully one person a day, that’s 365 in a year, and over 30,000 in a hundred years. But Wang Xiao Ming had bullied tens of thousands, meaning he was bullying almost three people every day. That frequency was simply explosive.
Lin Fan thought better of mentioning it, but as soon as he did, Wang Xiao Ming started crying again.
“Uncle, I’m wronged! Counting everything, I only bullied about six or seven thousand. The rest were just joining in on the fun, swarming in to eliminate the menace. I didn’t even provoke them. Tell me, how unlucky am I?”
Lin Fan watched as the infamous troublemaker of the Xuanhuang Realm clung to his leg, weeping uncontrollably. If anyone else were to witness this scene, their jaws would surely drop in astonishment.
“Xiao Ming, stop crying,” Lin Fan said gently, patting the boy’s head in an attempt to comfort him.
“No, Uncle, don’t comfort me. I really want to cry right now,” Wang Xiaoming said, his voice filled with bitterness. The past years had been nothing but torment for him.
“Alright, but if you’re going to cry, at least don’t wipe your snot on my leg,” Lin Fan said with a hint of disgust.
Wang Xiaoming looked up at Lin Fan, blinking his big eyes, feeling a pang of rejection. He then spoke with a sorrowful tone, “Uncle, my heart is heavy with sorrow.”
“What are you so upset about? For the past century, haven’t you been living quite the carefree life? You’ve bullied countless prodigies, even became the infamous ‘Old Wang Next Door,’ seducing their women and fathering their children. What exactly are you complaining about?”
Lin Fan couldn’t help but feel exasperated at Wang Xiaoming’s lament. How could someone be so shameless? For a hundred years, he had been toying with prodigies as if they were monkeys.
And not just a few, but thousands of them. The details of his exploits were too numerous to recount.
Especially the female prodigies—Lin Fan would never believe that Wang Xiaoming hadn’t taken advantage of them.
Wang Xiaoming’s expression froze for a moment, clearly confused. “Uncle, what do you mean by ‘Old Wang Next Door’ and ‘children’? That’s a baseless accusation against me.”
“I remember once, someone accused me of seducing his wife. I denied it, but he didn’t believe me and even attacked me. In my anger, I beat him up. Later, I found out that someone had been impersonating me. I’ve been carrying this blame for decades, and no one believes me when I try to explain.”
Wang Xiaoming’s eyes welled up with tears. “Uncle, my heart is heavy, and I have no one to confide in.”
“Is that so?” Lin Fan was surprised to hear that Wang Xiaoming had been wrongfully accused in such a bizarre manner.
“But how could there be so many prodigies? You couldn’t have been bullying someone every day, could you?”
Lin Fan found it hard to believe the sheer number of people involved. If Wang Xiaoming had bullied one person a day, that would amount to 365 a year, and over a century, that would be over 36,500 people. Yet, there were said to be tens of thousands of prodigies. That would mean he bullied someone every three days—a staggering frequency.
As soon as Lin Fan mentioned this, Wang Xiaoming burst into tears again.
“Uncle, it’s a misunderstanding! At most, I’ve bullied six or seven thousand people. The rest were just bystanders who joined in the chaos to ‘eliminate the scourge.’ I didn’t provoke them at all. Don’t you think I’m unlucky?”
Wang Xiaoming wept bitterly, finally releasing the pent-up grievances he had carried for so long. It was as if he had been unjustly targeted by three or four thousand strangers who, without knowing the truth, acted as if he had committed some heinous crime.
“Ah, you really have had it rough,” Lin Fan said, feeling a pang of sympathy for Wang Xiaoming. It seemed that the boy had indeed been dealt a tragic hand. But given the circumstances, there was little that could be done now.
“Uncle, can’t we just end this? Honestly, the first few decades were quite enjoyable, but the last few decades have been unbearable.”
“I miss my parents, I miss my family, but now I can’t even return home. Uncle, you see, if I step outside, within half a day, a mob will come after me. How can I have any freedom?”
“In the past hundred years, I haven’t even had a wife. The Wang family line is at risk of ending with me. Uncle, please take pity on me and help me out.”
Wang Xiaoming’s tears flowed freely, his words filled with heartache and sorrow.
“Didn’t you give up on a prodigy once? You could have taken her and her treasure with you. Why didn’t you?” Lin Fan felt that this was partly Wang Xiaoming’s own fault. He had had so many opportunities, but he hadn’t seized them. Who else could he blame?
“Uncle, that’s not fair. You didn’t see that female prodigy. She was hideous, truly repulsive. If it weren’t for the treasure she had, I wouldn’t have even bothered to deceive her.”
“That one time, I had to face her for three days and three nights, and it left a deep scar on my psyche.”
Just mentioning that female prodigy made Wang Xiaoming shudder. It had been a torment, a crime that was almost unbearable.
If it weren’t for his strong will, he might have been scared to death.
Lin Fan hadn’t realized that Wang Xiaoming’s life over the past century had been so eventful.
“Do you really want to go back? And what would you do once you’re back?” Lin Fan asked.
“Uncle, I really want to go back. By my calculations, it’s time for me to inherit my father’s position as the family head. After that, I can enjoy life, marry a few wives, have some children, and live happily.”
Wang Xiaoming thought for a moment and felt that this was the life he truly desired.
“And you won’t bully anyone anymore?” Lin Fan asked.
Wang Xiaoming quickly waved his hands. “No, no more. Over the past century, every time I bullied someone, I felt like vomiting. Once I’m back, I’ll be a good person and help others.”
“Damn.”
Lin Fan was stunned. It seemed that Wang Xiaoming had developed a sense of guilt from all the bullying. He had truly reformed.
But that wouldn’t do. Without Wang Xiaoming’s unique constitution, the prodigies’ development would likely stagnate. He had to continue his role.
“Alright, Uncle will take you back now.”
In an instant, Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, enveloping Wang Xiaoming and piercing through the void. In the blink of an eye, they arrived above the Wang family’s domain.
A century had passed, and the Wang family had not only endured but had grown increasingly powerful, though they remained confined to their city.
Now, the Wang family had reached an astonishing level of influence, with numerous direct descendants and multiple factions.
“Eh, Uncle, where’s my father? Who is this guy? Why is he the family head?” Wang Xiaoming asked, puzzled as he looked down at the middle-aged man below.
“Xiao Ming, it’s been a hundred years. This is the sixth generation. This is your great-great-grandson,” Lin Fan said, pointing a finger. A screen appeared in front of Wang Xiaoming, displaying a lineage chart.
“Look, your father, your brothers, your nephews, your nephews’ sons—they’re all in seclusion, cultivating. Do you think you can still compete with the younger generation for the position of family head?” Lin Fan explained.
“I… I…” Wang Xiaoming was dumbfounded, his breath caught in his throat, and he was on the verge of tears.
“Uncle, this isn’t fair. I haven’t even experienced being the family head, and now there are so many descendants. This is heartbreaking…”
The changes had come too quickly, and Wang Xiaoming was struggling to accept them.
It had only been a hundred years since he left, and yet everything had changed so drastically.
Lin Fan patted Wang Xiaoming’s shoulder and spoke earnestly, “Xiao Ming, listen to Uncle. Go back and continue bullying people. I promise you, when the time comes, I’ll give you a world to rule as its master.”
With his ability as the Creator, Lin Fan would eventually gather more worlds, and giving one to Wang Xiaoming would be no issue.
“Xiao Ming, not satisfied? How about two?”
Seeing that Wang Xiaoming remained silent, Lin Fan thought he needed more incentive and added another world.
What Lin Fan didn’t realize was that Wang Xiaoming’s heart had leapt at the prospect of becoming a world master. Just as he was about to agree, Lin Fan offered two worlds, and Wang Xiaoming was so excited he nearly fainted.
“Uncle, three. If you agree to give me three worlds, I’ll go back and continue bullying people,” Wang Xiaoming said, trying to negotiate.
“Deal. Three worlds it is. Uncle can afford that,” Lin Fan said with a smile. What a good kid—so easy to persuade and so obedient.
“Thank you, Uncle…” Wang Xiaoming smiled happily, the hardships of the past century now a distant memory. All he could think about now was becoming a world master.
“Good.”
Lin Fan smiled with satisfaction, then flicked his finger. A drop of blood vibrated in the void and seeped into Wang Xiaoming’s body.
Now that he had enhanced the talents of those prodigies, if he didn’t give Wang Xiaoming a little boost, the boy might indeed be overwhelmed by them.
…
Who could have known he’d end up with three or four thousand mysterious enemies out of nowhere? Without knowing the truth, one might think they wanted to kill his entire family.
“Ah! It really must have been tough on you.”
After listening to Wang Xiao Ming’s account, Lin Fan genuinely felt the other was a tragic figure. Such a situation could happen to anyone, but since things had already reached this point, they could only continue as they were.
“Uncle, can we just end this? To be honest, the first few decades were quite enjoyable, but the last few decades have been absolutely unbearable.”
“I miss my parents, I miss my family, but now I can’t even return home. Uncle, you see, as soon as I go out, within half a day at most, a huge crowd will come after me. Tell me, can a person still have any freedom under such circumstances?”
“In this entire century, I haven’t even had a wife. The Wang family lineage is at risk of dying out. Uncle, seeing how pitiful I am, please help me.”
Wang Xiao Ming poured out his heart, making for a truly heartbreaking and painful account.
“Wasn’t it your own choice to abandon that genius? If you had just taken her and her treasures back with you, wouldn’t that have worked out?” Lin Fan felt this was still ultimately Wang Xiao Ming’s own fault. There had been so many good opportunities right in front of him, but he didn’t cherish them. Who else could he blame?
Lin Fan watched as the notorious troublemaker of the Profound Yellow Realm clung to his leg, weeping uncontrollably. If anyone else were to witness this scene, their jaws would surely drop in astonishment.
“Xiao Ming, stop crying,” Lin Fan gently patted his head, offering comfort.
“No, Uncle, don’t comfort me. Xiao Ming really wants to cry right now,” Wang Xiaoming said, his heart filled with bitterness. The past years had been nothing but torment.
“Alright, but if you’re going to cry, at least don’t cling to my leg. You’re getting snot all over it,” Lin Fan said with a hint of disgust.
Wang Xiaoming looked up at Lin Fan, blinking his big eyes, feeling a pang of rejection. Then, with a sorrowful expression, he said, “Uncle, Xiao Ming’s heart is heavy with sorrow.”
“What are you sorrowful about? For the past century, haven’t you been living quite the carefree life? You’ve bullied a whole group of prodigies, even became the infamous ‘Old Wang Next Door,’ seduced their women, and even fathered their children. What exactly are you complaining about?”
Lin Fan couldn’t help but feel exasperated hearing Wang Xiaoming’s grievances. How could someone be so shameless? He had been toying with these prodigies for a hundred years, and not just one or two, but thousands of them. The details of his exploits were too numerous to recount.
Especially when it came to the female prodigies—Lin Fan would never believe that Wang Xiaoming hadn’t taken advantage of them.
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoming was momentarily stunned, looking confused. “Uncle, what ‘Old Wang Next Door’? What children? You’re wronging me here!”
“I remember once, someone accused me of seducing his wife. I denied it, but he didn’t believe me and even attacked me. I was so angry that I beat him up. Later, I found out that someone had been impersonating me. I’ve been carrying this blame for decades, and no one believes me when I try to explain.”
Wang Xiaoming’s eyes welled up with tears. “Uncle, my heart is heavy with sorrow, and I have no one to confide in.”
“Is that so?” Lin Fan was surprised to learn that Wang Xiaoming had been wrongfully accused, and in such a bizarre manner.
“But how could there be so many prodigies? You couldn’t have been bullying someone every day, could you?”
Lin Fan found it hard to believe the sheer number of prodigies involved. If Wang Xiaoming bullied one person a day, that would be 365 a year, and over a hundred years, that would amount to over 36,000. But with ten thousand prodigies, that would mean he bullied someone every three days—a staggering frequency.
As soon as Lin Fan brought this up, Wang Xiaoming burst into tears again.
“Uncle, I’m wronged! At most, I only bullied six or seven thousand. The rest were just joining in the chaos, all rushing to ‘eliminate the scourge.’ I didn’t even provoke them. Don’t you think I’m unlucky?”
Wang Xiaoming wept bitterly, finally releasing the pent-up grievances he had been carrying since meeting Lin Fan.
Who could have imagined that he would suddenly gain three or four thousand enemies out of nowhere? Without knowing the truth, one might think he had killed their entire families.
“Ah, you really have had it rough,” Lin Fan said, feeling a pang of sympathy for Wang Xiaoming after hearing his story. It seemed like Wang Xiaoming was truly a tragic figure, but given the circumstances, there was little else to be done.
“Uncle, can we just end this? Honestly, the first few decades were quite enjoyable, but the last few decades have been unbearable.”
“I miss my parents, I miss my family, but now I can’t even go home. Uncle, you see, if I step outside, within half a day, a whole crowd will come to hunt me down. How can I have any freedom?”
“In this past century, I haven’t even had a wife. The Wang family line is at risk of ending. Uncle, please take pity on me and help me.”
Wang Xiaoming’s tearful plea was heart-wrenching and sorrowful.
“Didn’t you give up on a prodigy once? You could have taken her and her treasure, and that would have been it,” Lin Fan said, feeling that this was Wang Xiaoming’s own fault. With so many opportunities right in front of him, he hadn’t seized them. Who else could he blame?
“Uncle, that’s not fair. You didn’t see that female prodigy. She was hideous, utterly unattractive, and downright repulsive. If it weren’t for the treasure she had, I wouldn’t have even bothered to deceive her.”
“That one time, I had to face her for three days and three nights, and it left a deep scar on my psyche.”
Just mentioning that female prodigy made Wang Xiaoming shudder. It was a sin, a burden too heavy to bear.
If it weren’t for his strong willpower at the time, he might have been scared to death.
Lin Fan hadn’t realized that Wang Xiaoming’s life over the past century had been so eventful.
“Do you really want to go back? And what would you do once you’re back?” Lin Fan asked.
“Uncle, I really want to go back. By my calculations, it’s time for me to inherit my father’s position as the family head. After that, I can enjoy life, marry a few wives, have some children, and live happily.”
Wang Xiaoming thought about it and felt that this was the life he truly desired.
“And you won’t bully anyone anymore?” Lin Fan asked.
Wang Xiaoming quickly waved his hands. “No more, no more. After a century of bullying, I feel sick just thinking about it. Once I’m back, I’ll be a good person and help others.”
“Damn.”
Lin Fan was stunned. It seemed that Wang Xiaoming had developed a sense of guilt from all the bullying. He had truly reformed.
But that wouldn’t do. Without Wang Xiaoming’s unique constitution, these prodigies might develop too slowly. He had to keep going.
“Alright, Uncle will take you back now.”
In an instant, Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, enveloping Wang Xiaoming and piercing through the void. In the blink of an eye, they arrived above the Wang family’s domain.
A hundred years had passed, and the Wang family had remained prosperous, growing stronger and stronger, though they had stayed within the confines of their city.
Now, the Wang family had reached an incredibly formidable level, with numerous direct descendants and multiple factions.
“Huh? Uncle, where’s my father? Who is this guy? Why is he the head of the Wang family?” Wang Xiaoming was puzzled as he looked down at the middle-aged man below.
“Xiao Ming, a hundred years have passed. This is the sixth generation. This is your great-great-grandson,” Lin Fan pointed out, and a screen appeared in front of Wang Xiaoming.
“Look, your father, your brothers, your nephews, your nephews’ sons… they’re all in seclusion, cultivating. Do you think you can go back now and compete with the younger generation for the position of family head?” Lin Fan said.
“I… I…” Wang Xiaoming was nearly speechless, his breath caught in his throat, and he was on the verge of tears.
“Uncle, this isn’t fair. I haven’t even experienced being the family head, and now there are so many descendants. This is heartbreaking…”
The changes had come too quickly, and Wang Xiaoming was struggling to accept them.
It had only been a hundred years since he left. How could things have changed so much?
Lin Fan patted Wang Xiaoming on the shoulder and spoke earnestly, “Xiao Ming, listen to Uncle. Go back and continue bullying people. Uncle promises you that when the time comes, I’ll give you a world to rule as its master.”
With his ability as the Creator, Lin Fan would surely gather more worlds in the future, and giving one to Wang Xiaoming wouldn’t be a problem.
“Xiao Ming, not satisfied? How about two?”
Seeing Wang Xiaoming remain silent, Lin Fan thought he wasn’t satisfied, so he added another.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that when Wang Xiaoming heard about becoming a world master, his heart leapt with excitement. Just as he was about to agree, Lin Fan offered two, and he was nearly overwhelmed with joy.
“Uncle, three. If you agree to give me three, I’ll go back and continue bullying people,” Wang Xiaoming said slyly.
“Deal. Three it is. Uncle can afford it,” Lin Fan smiled. What a good kid—so easy to negotiate with, so obedient.
“Thank you, Uncle…” Wang Xiaoming smiled happily, the hardships of the past century now forgotten. All he could think about was becoming a world master.
“Good.”
Lin Fan smiled with satisfaction, then flicked his finger, sending a drop of blood that resonated through the void and seeped into Wang Xiaoming’s body.
Now that he had enhanced the talents of those prodigies, if he didn’t give Wang Xiaoming a little boost, he might really be overwhelmed by them.
…
“Just that one time, I had to look at her face for three days and nights straight, leaving a permanent shadow in my heart.”
At the mere mention of that female genius, Wang Xiao Ming’s heart trembled. It was a crime, a punishment no one could bear.
If it weren’t for his strong willpower back then, he probably would have been scared to death.
Lin Fan hadn’t expected Xiao Ming’s life over the past hundred years to be so colorful.
“Really want to go back? What would you do after returning?” Lin Fan asked.
“Uncle, I really do want to go back. Thinking about it, it’s about time for me to inherit my father’s position as family head. After that, I can enjoy life, marry a few wives, have some kids, and live happily ever after.”
Wang Xiao Ming thought for a moment and felt this kind of life was exactly what he needed most.
“Don’t you want to bully people anymore?” Lin Fan asked.
Wang Xiao Ming quickly waved his hands. “No more, no more. These past hundred years, every time I bullied someone, I felt like throwing up. After returning, I want to be a good person and often help others.”
“What the…”
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan was stunned. This was bullying to the point of developing guilt? He was truly reforming himself!
But it wouldn’t work. Without Xiao Ming’s unique constitution, the development of these geniuses would likely slow down significantly. He must continue doing what he was doing.
“Alright, Uncle will take you back right now.”
In an instant, Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, enveloping Xiao Ming within it. Piercing through the void, they arrived in the sky above the Wang family domain in the blink of an eye.
A hundred years had passed, yet the Wang family remained unshaken, growing stronger and stronger. However, their expansion had always been limited to this city.
Now the Wang family had developed to an extremely formidable level, with numerous direct bloodlines and many factions.
“Strange, where’s my father? Who’s this guy? Why is he the head of the Wang family?” Seeing the middle-aged man below, Wang Xiao Ming was puzzled.
“Xiao Ming, it’s already been a hundred years. This is the sixth generation. He’s your great-great-grandson’s… grandson.” Lin Fan pointed with one finger, and a screen immediately appeared before Xiao Ming.
“You see, your father, your brothers, your nephews, your nephew’s son… they’re all in secluded cultivation. Tell me, if you return now, would you still compete with your descendants for the family head position?” Lin Fan said.
“I… I…” Seeing this scene, Wang Xiao Ming was almost stunned, his breath catching in his throat, nearly breaking down in tears.
“Uncle, this is unfair! I haven’t even experienced being the family head yet, and now there are so many descendants? My heart hurts…”
Everything had changed too quickly, faster than Xiao Ming could accept.
Wasn’t it just a hundred years of absence? How could things have changed so drastically?
Patting Xiao Ming’s shoulder, Lin Fan said earnestly, “Xiao Ming, listen to Uncle. Go back and continue bullying people. Uncle promises you, as soon as the time comes, Uncle will give you a world for you to be its ruler. How about that?”
With the world-creation ability he possessed, he would surely collect more worlds in the future. Giving one to Xiao Ming would naturally be no problem.
“Still not satisfied, huh? Then how about two?”
Seeing Xiao Ming’s silence, Lin Fan mistakenly thought it wasn’t enough and added another one.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that when Xiao Ming heard his uncle offering him a world to rule, his heart involuntarily quickened. Just as he was about to open his mouth to agree, he heard his uncle say “two,” which made him even more excited, almost fainting from joy.
“Uncle, three. If you agree to give me three worlds, I’ll go back and continue bullying people,” Wang Xiao Ming cunningly bargained.
“Done, no problem. Just three worlds? Uncle can definitely give you that.” At this moment, Lin Fan smiled. What a good kid, so easy to negotiate with and so obedient.
“Thank you, Uncle…” Wang Xiao Ming happily smiled. The bitterness of the past hundred years was long forgotten. Now, all Xiao Ming could think about was becoming a world ruler.
“Good.”
Lin Fan smiled with satisfaction, then snapped his finger. A drop of blood vibrated through the void and seeped into Xiao Ming’s body.
All those geniuses had their talents enhanced by him. If he didn’t give Xiao Ming some special advantages, the boy might actually be killed by those geniuses.
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