Protect Our Patriarch-Chapter 775 Book 6: 49: The Ancestor of the Dandy" Wang Shouzhe

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Just as the female general was about to lose her temper, Prince Wenyu noticed first and stepped forward to shield her.

With a beaming smile, he pulled a young man from his side and introduced him to Wang Shouzhe, "Young Master Shouzhe, let me introduce you. This is Pei Chang'an from the Tianrui Immortal Clan's Pei family, the commander of my personal guard."

The Tianrui Pei family was at the peak of its fame, boasting three True Immortal Realm ancestors. Pei Chang'an was the heir apparent to one of them, a True Immortal Seed.

Pei Chang'an stepped forward and bowed to Wang Shouzhe, "Chang'an greets the Young Master."

Since he was here to meet guests, the tall and handsome Pei Chang'an wore luxurious civilian clothes instead of armor, but it couldn't hide the intense military aura he exuded.

His demeanor was calm, his gaze deep, showing no hint of his feelings toward Wang Shouzhe.

"Pleasure to meet you."

Wang Shouzhe nodded at him casually, his attitude somewhat dismissive, as if a small Tianrui Immortal Clan was beneath his notice.

Lüqiu Qingyang was also quite famous among the younger generation of the Tianrui Holy Dynasty. She was a Little Immortal King who preferred martial attire over feminine clothing.

She began forming an all-female personal guard, the 'Qingyang Legion,' during her Divine Realm stage, and it had grown considerably by now.

Because it was a spirited all-female legion, it was quite renowned throughout the Tianrui Holy Dynasty.

Of course, Wang Shouzhe's intelligence network had long since gathered this information. However, in his view, although the Qingyang Legion was famous, its combat power was average and might not surpass ordinary legions.

Moreover, since its formation, the Qingyang Legion had only dealt with pirates near the East Sea and had never experienced the baptism of life-and-death battles, let alone developed a true military spirit.

This made Wang Shouzhe feel that she was merely indulging in her interests, far inferior to his granddaughter Wang Yingxuan or even the girl Huari.

Of course, the environments were different.

In the Shenwu World, external threats were constant, and no matter how worried he was, the children of the family had to train on the battlefield once they reached the Purple Mansion Realm.

Not to mention Yingxuan, even a princess like Huari had earned much of her reputation through battlefield victories. If she couldn't win battles and win them beautifully, no matter how talented or noble she was, who would dare entrust her with an army? Wang Shouzhe himself would be the first to disagree.

In contrast, in the Holy Domain... he didn't know about other places, but in the Tianrui Holy Dynasty, perhaps due to the overall stable environment, the True Immortal Seeds here seemed to lack experience, often appearing as impulsive young masters and mistresses during their Divine Realm stage.

However, Wang Shouzhe was playing the role of a "playboy from a noble family," so naturally, he wouldn't dampen Lüqiu Qingyang's enthusiasm.

He feigned interest and said, "So it's the Little Immortal King Qingyang in person. No wonder you're so heroic, like a heavenly general descending to the world. I've long heard that your Qingyang Legion is full of beautiful women, fairies throughout the camp, each with a heroic spirit and unique charm. I must visit when I have the chance."

Lüqiu Qingyang was so angry that her liver hurt, and her small fists clenched tightly.

What did this scoundrel second-generation think her Qingyang Legion was? A high-class brothel army?

With her temperament, if not for considering her second brother's grand plan, she might have erupted immediately, beating this playboy second-generation so badly that even his parents wouldn't recognize him!

Seeing his sister on the verge of exploding, Prince Wenyu quickly demonstrated his excellent control skills, inviting Wang Shouzhe into the "Cuiwei Residence" and humbly offering him the main seat.

Wang Shouzhe naturally took the main seat without hesitation, while Yun Tiange sat beside him, ready to serve him at any moment.

Such disregard for Prince Wenyu naturally caused dissatisfaction in the hearts of Pei Chang'an and Lüqiu Qingyang.

Even if you really want to take the main seat, at least pretend to refuse a couple of times, right?

Pei Chang'an, usually deep in thought, couldn't help but let a sharp look flash in his eyes at this moment.

As for Lüqiu Qingyang, she openly displayed her displeasure towards Wang Shouzhe, glaring at him as if he owed her a large sum of Chaos Spirit Stones.

Only Prince Wenyu remained calm and composed, exuding a gentle and refreshing demeanor as if he hadn't noticed Wang Shouzhe's disdain, displaying the steady demeanor of someone destined for greatness.

As Wang Shouzhe took his seat, fine wine and exquisite dishes began to flow onto the table. Though not abundant, each dish was meticulously prepared.

"Young Master, try this thousand-year-aged 'Heavenly Fat Fragrance.' It is a specialty of Tianrui, brewed from seventh-grade heavenly fat spiritual rice and stored for a thousand years using secret methods," Prince Wenyu personally poured a cup for Shouzhe, the wine as lustrous as jade fat, with an intoxicating aroma.

Seventh-grade heavenly fat spiritual rice was extremely expensive, costing twenty thousand immortal crystals per pound. Brewing a pound of Heavenly Fat Fragrance required five pounds of seventh-grade heavenly fat spiritual rice, along with other auxiliary spiritual herbs, making the material cost alone a hundred thousand immortal crystals.

After a thousand years of secret storage, this wine typically sold for over two hundred thousand immortal crystals per pound, and it was almost impossible to buy, even if one had the money.

A poor family's Void Realm annual support might not even afford a pound of this Heavenly Fat Fragrance.

Wang Shouzhe tasted it as suggested and praised, "This wine is excellent. It's been a long time since I've had such fine wine since I started my training journey." To be honest, Wang Shouzhe had never tasted seventh-grade spiritual rice wine before.

In the Shenwu World, the highest grade of grain was only sixth-grade.

Even in the Tianrui Holy Dynasty, seventh-grade heavenly fat spiritual rice was only produced in small quantities by the royal family, the Sima Clan, and major caves. Not only were the cultivation conditions extremely harsh, but the Tianrui royal family also strictly controlled the spiritual seeds.

The control over seventh-grade spiritual rice seeds was somewhat similar to Wang Shouzhe's control over spiritual rice seeds. You could buy spiritual rice seeds for cultivation, but you couldn't obtain new spiritual rice seeds through reproduction.

Therefore, even after twenty years in the Holy Domain, Wang Shouzhe had yet to acquire self-reproducing seventh-grade spiritual rice seeds. Otherwise, given the time, he could have been selling seventh-grade spiritual rice by now.

"If Young Master Shouzhe likes it, have a few more cups," Prince Wenyu said happily, showing his hospitality. "Today's aged Heavenly Fat Fragrance is in abundance."

Besides the Heavenly Fat Fragrance, the other delicacies on the table were extraordinary. For example, the 'Steamed Sparrow Tongue' was made from the essence of the eleventh-grade heavenly cloud sparrow's tongue. Despite its simple name, its price could easily reach hundreds of thousands of immortal crystals!

This meal, including wine and dishes, would cost nearly ten million immortal crystals, equivalent to a tenth of an Immortal Spirit Stone.

Poorer families might shed tears of heartache upon seeing the bill.

From the meal's specifications, it was clear that Prince Wenyu valued this meeting with Wang Shouzhe.

However, although Wang Shouzhe usually wouldn't indulge in such luxury, this level of extravagance didn't faze him at all.

After all, he even gifted his maids with jars of Enlightenment Immortal Tea.

From start to finish, he remained relaxed and carefree, exuding a calm demeanor as if he were accustomed to grand occasions.

When he encountered a dish he liked, he ate more; if he didn't like it, he merely tasted it. While eating and drinking, he casually chatted with Prince Wenyu about various topics.

Having spent twenty years in the Holy Domain, Wang Shouzhe's mind was filled with information. He was no longer the newcomer who found everything novel. Even when chatting with someone as knowledgeable as Prince Wenyu, he didn't reveal any flaws.

Of course, he didn't forget to maintain his "playboy" persona.

After the meal, both host and guest were satisfied.

Prince Wenyu ordered a pot of Immortal Tea to be brewed and gradually broached the main topic, "Brother Shouzhe, I heard you have some sources of spiritual rice?"

After a meal and some toasting, the two had become "brothers."

"Why, is Brother Wenyu interested in the spiritual rice business?" Wang Shouzhe asked casually while sipping the tea.

"Haha, some royal estates produce it, managed by my people," Prince Wenyu said with a smile. "To be honest, with some noble families, grain merchants, and other connections, I can directly and indirectly control twenty percent of the Tianrui Holy Dynasty's grain production."

Twenty percent?

Wang Shouzhe's eyes narrowed slightly.

This was somewhat unexpected. The grain sold by the Holy Domain Development Office to the Tianrui Holy Dynasty only accounted for ten percent of the annual total.

However, Prince Wenyu was probably not exaggerating; it was just a matter of rhetoric.

Indirect control naturally meant controlling through influence and relationships. In this way, reaching twenty percent was reasonable. But whether he directly controlled even ten percent was debatable.

"I have a win-win proposal," Prince Wenyu said seriously. "I see that Brother Shouzhe isn't particularly interested in business. Why not sell all the grain you can acquire each year to me in one go? As for the price, I guarantee it won't let you suffer, and it will be more profitable than supporting the Jiang Clan as an agent."

"Brother Wenyu has quite an appetite," Wang Shouzhe said with a half-smile.

"Haha, it's not about appetite," Prince Wenyu laughed heartily. "With the grain I currently control, plus the grain you provide each year, I can directly or indirectly control thirty percent of the grain, giving me a bit more say."

Wang Shouzhe naturally understood his meaning.

The more grain he directly controlled, the more bargaining power he had. At that point, many wavering grain merchants would follow him, and his influence would snowball.

Eventually, the entire Tianrui Holy Dynasty's grain would be under his control, allowing him to raise or lower prices at will.

Of course, Wang Shouzhe also believed that Prince Wenyu's ambition wasn't just to make a profit by controlling grain prices. In fact, for him, it was a powerful political asset and weapon to strengthen his power and strike at any opponent he wished.

Wishful thinking.

In this way, wouldn't our Shenwu World become your labor force?

Prince Wenyu's mistake was underestimating Wang Shouzhe. In terms of vision and foresight, Wang Shouzhe saw further and wider than he did.

"I have a gift for Brother Wenyu," Wang Shouzhe smiled, not delving deeper into the topic, and instead took out a one-tael jar of Enlightenment Immortal Tea, handing it to Prince Wenyu before standing up. "Consider it a token of gratitude for today's hospitality."

One tael of Immortal Tea was worth tens of top-grade spiritual stones, equivalent to millions of immortal crystals. Today's meal, at most, cost around a million immortal crystals.

By doing this, Wang Shouzhe was clearly drawing a line, indicating he had no intention of cooperating.

"This..." Prince Wenyu looked at the jar of Immortal Tea in his hand, his expression fluctuating, "Brother Shouzhe, do you think I'm offering a low price? How about I purchase it at a ten percent premium over the current market price?"

"Why does Your Highness look down on me?" Wang Shouzhe also became serious, even changing his address, "Am I someone who lacks money?"

"I can support the Jiang Clan, ensuring their current interests remain unaffected," Prince Wenyu thought Wang Shouzhe was concerned about the Jiang Clan, given that he had taken their daughter Jiang Muxian.

"Heh~ Just because I'm not happy!" Wang Shouzhe sneered, looking at Prince Wenyu with disdain, "The business I've built over twenty or thirty years, and you think you can swallow it in one bite? Who do you think you are?!"

Wang Shouzhe directly tore off the facade with him.

"You!!!"

Prince Wenyu's face turned dark.

Even someone as "well-mannered" as him was angered by Wang Shouzhe's arrogant attitude.

He slammed the table and slowly stood up from his chair, looking at Wang Shouzhe with a menacing gaze, "Wang Shouzhe, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. If you offend me today, I'll make sure your business in the Tianrui Holy Dynasty goes nowhere!"

As his words fell.

Near Cuiwei Residence, two True Immortal Realm auras suddenly surged, sweeping towards Wang Shouzhe like a tide.

One of the True Immortal Realm auras was even at the mid-stage, clearly targeting Yun Tiange.

Under the terrifying pressure, even the air seemed to solidify.

"Unconvinced?" Wang Shouzhe sneered, "Then try it."

As Wang Shouzhe's words fell, a cold snort suddenly echoed from outside Cuiwei Residence.

The cold snort was like a thunderclap, instantly tearing through the solidified air, dispersing the pressure from the two True Immortal Realms.

At the same time.

A majestic holy aura rose from outside Cuiwei Residence, its power vast and overwhelming, exuding a terrifying pressure akin to heavenly might.

The pressure of a Saint-level powerhouse!

Under the terrifying pressure, the air seemed to freeze.

Fortunately, the holy aura was released and retracted quickly, not lingering for long. It circled Cuiwei Residence, declaring its sovereignty, before retreating into the shadows.

"Saint!"

Prince Wenyu's face turned pale.

Almost instantly, cold sweat seeped from his back, soaking his clothes.

Due to the shock and surprise, his eyes were momentarily dazed and at a loss, as if he had been struck.

Accompanying Pei Chang'an and Lüqiu Qingyang were also pale with fright.

The closest Saint to them was the Tianrui Holy Emperor. But even as Prince Wenyu's confidants, they only occasionally met the Tianrui Holy Emperor, and each meeting left them trembling under his irresistible heavenly might.

No one expected that Wang Shouzhe had a Saint secretly protecting him.

For a moment, no one spoke, and no one dared to speak.

The entire Cuiwei Residence was silent.

Pei Chang'an and Lüqiu Qingyang were both stiff, unable to make any proper response.

Wang Shouzhe lightly brushed Lüqiu Qingyang's face, "When I have time, I'll definitely visit your Qingyang Legion. Sister Qingyang, remember to entertain me well."

With that, before Lüqiu Qingyang could react, he left with Yun Tiange, leaving only one sentence behind.

"No one can interfere with my legitimate business, not even the Tianrui Holy Emperor!"

His tone was arrogant and wild, like a true playboy second-generation, resonating loudly and lingering.

It took more than ten breaths before.

Lüqiu Qingyang suddenly reacted, furious and jumping with rage, "Bastard, that bastard Wang Shouzhe! He dared to touch me... I'll kill him, kill him!!!"

"Enough!" Prince Wenyu shouted in anger.

"Brother Wenyu, you actually yelled at me..." Lüqiu Qingyang felt extremely aggrieved, "It was clearly that bastard taking advantage of me."

"I invited you today to make friends with Wang Shouzhe," Prince Wenyu said with a grim expression, blaming her, "But you, from start to finish, had a sour face, truly more harm than good! You want to kill him? Can you? He has a Saint protecting him, and his family's background is unfathomable. You'd be going to your death."

"Prince Wenyu, are you planning to sell your sister for glory?" Lüqiu Qingyang looked at her brother in disbelief.

She had been pampered since childhood and had never suffered such grievances.

Realizing this, she became furious and retorted, "Fine, I'll go after him, learn from Jiang Muxian, and shamelessly become his bed-warming maid, serving him well, then whispering sweet nothings to help you seize the Holy Emperor's throne. If that's not enough, I'll bring my Qingyang Legion..."

"Slap!"

Before Lüqiu Qingyang could finish, she received a slap from the enraged Prince Wenyu.

"Hmph!"

Lüqiu Qingyang glared at Prince Wenyu, feeling extremely wronged, and ran out.

Pei Chang'an was about to chase after her, but Prince Wenyu, with an extremely unpleasant expression, angrily stopped him, "Don't chase her, that girl is spoiled, let her think it over."

Pei Chang'an hesitated, then said seriously after a few breaths, "Your Highness, that Wang Shouzhe is just a reckless playboy who acts on whims. Reasoning with him is probably futile. What should we do next?"

Prince Wenyu drank several cups of Immortal Tea, gradually calming down.

In fact, he was already regretting slapping Lüqiu Qingyang out of anger and shame. Unfortunately, the slap had already been delivered, and he was too proud to apologize.

"First, eliminate the option of using force. Once we anger the Saint secretly protecting him, things will escalate," Prince Wenyu said, taking a deep breath.

Pei Chang'an nodded in agreement.

Joking aside, you need to be able to beat someone to use force. Are we going to use the army? Moreover, a young master with a Saint protecting him... who knows how many trump cards he has?

He might even have a protective Dao Seal in his soul.

If he used the Dao Seal to summon an ancestor's projection, even His Majesty the Holy Emperor wouldn't fare well.

Damn, dealing with such a wealthy, powerful, and capricious young master is truly challenging.

"Hmph!" Prince Wenyu, regaining his composure, said with his hands behind his back, "Since Wang Shouzhe doesn't give us face and insists on being a strong dragon suppressing a local snake, we can't let him be so arrogant. If force doesn't work, let's show this playboy the methods of a local snake."

From any angle, Prince Wenyu couldn't swallow this.

He wouldn't believe Lüqiu unless he showed that Wang the extent of his power!!

"Chang'an, gather the advisors, we'll have a meeting overnight."

"Yes, Your Highness."

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The next day.

After "dealing" with Prince Wenyu, Wang Shouzhe acted as if nothing had happened, reading in his study.

Jiang Muxian served as usual, brewing tea and burning incense for Shouzhe.

Her movements were still skillful and efficient, without a single mistake, but her spirit seemed drained, and tears glistened at the corners of her eyes.

"What's wrong with Muxian?" Wang Shouzhe put down his book, showing some concern, "Did you encounter any difficulties?"

"Young Master..." In the next moment, Jiang Muxian's tears finally fell uncontrollably, feeling extremely wronged, "I just feel so useless, despite Young Master's efforts, I have no confidence in the upcoming Four Directions Battle."

"..." Wang Shouzhe pondered briefly, somewhat puzzled, "That shouldn't be the case. You're already at the late Purple Mansion Realm and have the Heavenly Daughter bloodline. Your chances in the Four Directions Battle should be over ninety percent."

"But, I can't even beat Wang Baoguang." Jiang Muxian felt more and more aggrieved, tears streaming down her face, "Except for the first time when he held back, I haven't lasted a stick of incense against him."

"So it's Baoguang," Wang Shouzhe realized, "You don't need to worry about that, and you don't need to compare yourself to him. That kid is a freak. Among our family's members in the two to three hundred-year-old range, there are very few who can beat him at the same cultivation level."

Very few?

Jiang Muxian was stunned, and her mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Very few" meant there were at least a few, right? She had thought Wang Baoguang was the strongest in that age group of the Young Master's family.

But she hadn't expected there to be even stronger ones.

"However, Baoguang's combat ability is quite strong," Wang Shouzhe pondered, "To be safe, continue sparring with him to gain experience."

"Ah?"

Jiang Muxian was wide-eyed. More sparring?

However, the Young Master's comfort was quite unique, and her gloomy mood improved significantly.

Never mind, if she wasn't afraid of death, why fear sparring with Wang Baoguang?

Jiang Muxian had already made up her mind. This time, she was determined to last three sticks of incense.

With this resolve, she happily continued to brew tea and serve.

Little did Jiang Muxian know, as she entered Wang Shouzhe's study, a figure was hiding at the base of the wall in another direction, concealed in the shadows of the trees, quietly activating the Heavenly Recording Disk to capture the scene.

This figure was none other than Wang Baoguang.

With his exceptional talent, he had mastered shadow-stealth techniques to perfection.

And to take better photos, he had spent a fortune upgrading his equipment.

Over the years, the Heavenly Recording Disk had undergone several transformations, becoming far more advanced, with more functions and greater portability.

Wang Baoguang held the latest portable Recording Disk from the Wang's Clan—[Mini Recording Disk Xuzi Special Edition], incorporating many of his patented innovations.

This device resembled a palm-sized crystal tablet, with a button and a slot on the edge, capable of capturing still images and dynamic recordings, while also serving as a display when connected to a mobile recording disk, albeit with a smaller screen.

Happily reviewing the images captured on the Mini Recording Disk, Wang Baoguang couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

The composition, the angle, the lighting effects... simply perfect~!

Not only did it capture the plaque of Ancestor Grandfather's study, but the lighting also highlighted Fairy Jiang's ethereal and elegant aura to perfection.

From this angle, anyone would think Fairy Jiang had an extraordinary relationship with Ancestor Grandfather.

He truly was an unremarkable little genius in recording~

Carefully saving the recording and making a backup, Wang Baoguang immediately took out a small notebook and, while inspiration struck, began writing rapidly.

"Summer of Longchang Calendar 3549, Jiang Muxian frustrated in the Martial Training Ground, Ancestor Grandfather gently comforts, then takes her into the study..."

As he wrote, who knows what he imagined, but his smile grew increasingly strange.

It really was a case of starting with a picture and letting the story unfold from imagination.

Just as he was getting more and more excited.

Suddenly.

Wang Baoguang felt something amiss above his head. Looking up, he saw a giant green energy palm, suspended above, gradually exuding a terrifying aura.

"Not good, I've been discovered!"

Wang Baoguang shrank his head, ready to flee.

But the green energy palm descended from the sky with a "slap," like swatting a fly, pinning Wang Baoguang into the mud with lightning speed.

As the energy dissipated.

All that remained on the ground was a deep palm print, with Wang Baoguang lying spread-eagle in the center, looking pitiful and battered.

Meanwhile, Wang Shouzhe's authoritative voice echoed in his ear.

"Get in here."

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