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Chapter 1081: Chapter 72: The Wang Family! Already Powerful (Seeking Monthly Tickets) Chapter 1081: Chapter 72: The Wang Family! Already Powerful (Seeking Monthly Tickets) …

Zhuwei Lake.

Water Moon Heavenly Pavilion.

Crystal-clear glass lamps were embedded everywhere, emitting a soft yet bright light.

These lighting fixtures were powered by the Array Illumination System independently developed by the Wang family, which was brighter and covered a larger area than regular Fluorescent Stone Spirit Lamps. Over the years, through a series of technological innovations, the energy consumption of the glass lamps had further decreased. They now required less energy to provide continuous lighting and had become one of the Wang family’s signature products.

On the specially reinforced dock, a huge fish was resting its head on the quayside, playfully slapping its tail against the water with a “splat, splat” sound.

The fish had a large, round head with big, round eyes, and most of its body was still semi-submerged in the water, barely revealing its seven to eight-yard long body. It had a wide, plump, streamlined torso, resembling a Dragon Whale from the ocean.

This big fish was naturally Wang Zongkun.

However, he most despised being compared to Dragon Whales. After learning about Dragon Whales from Spirit Beast books, how could those mixed-blood fools possibly compare to the noble Kunfish?

As a young Immortal Beast, Kunfish like him typically grew quickly during their juvenile stage. It wasn’t until reaching Level Eight that their growth rate gradually slowed down. Thus, although Wang Zongkun was just over a year old, he had already grown much larger and his strength had increased rapidly.

At this moment, he was listlessly swinging his tail, occasionally sucking in water and then spitting it out, sometimes forming an “S” shape, and other times a “B” shape.

This tacky hobby, who knows who he learned it from.

Still in his juvenile stage, his attachment to his parents was strong. With his father and his feeder, Anye, not at home, he naturally clung to his mother.

In order to care for Wang Zongkun’s “young and sensitive spirit,” and to prevent him from developing the psychological shadow of a “left behind child,” Liu Ruolan temporarily moved to live at the Water Moon Heavenly Pavilion.

Wang Zongkun was naturally touched by this, but he really couldn’t understand what was so fun about playing Mahjong.

His big round eyes were full of confusion.

At this moment, on the waterfront platform beside the dock, several women were gathered around a table playing Mahjong, with the shuffling of tiles, the slapping sounds of playing cards, and loud shouts of ‘Chi,’ ‘Peng,’ ‘Gong,’ ‘Hu’ ringing continuously.

“Bang! Three bamboos.”

“Chi—nine circles.”

“I’ve got Mahjong.”

“Wait, I played that card wrong, I play one circle.”

“Mother, using God Sense during Mahjong is strictly forbidden—and also, a card once played cannot be taken back.” Wang Liyao pouted slightly, casting a resentful glance at her own mother, “That’s cheating.”

With such a coquettishly spoiled demeanor, where was the scene of the mighty Liyao, the Great Heavenly Proud? She appeared more like a petulant young lady. Recently, Wang Liyao’s master, Enlightened One Tianhe, was “invited” by the Wang family to use his Divine Skills to extract some disorganized Spirit Veins from outside regions and fill them into the Wang family’s main residence to lay the foundation for a Spirit Gathering Array.

The Master was very busy, and Wang Liyao couldn’t help much, so she could only stay home and accompany her mother by playing Mahjong.

“I just habitually scanned it—your father never complains about me,” Liu Ruolan said annoyed, glancing at Liyao, “And I didn’t take it back on a whim, I just took it back because it was played wrongly. Have some conscience, it hasn’t been easy for me to give birth and raise you.”

Liu Ruolan had a standard goose-egg face, a slightly plump nose bridge, a broad forehead, and looked like a typical prosperous housewife.

With a high Cultivation base, her appearance naturally didn’t age, although her demeanor had become more mature, more “domineering,” “dignified,” and “alluring.”

However, dignified was for the outsiders, alluring was for her beloved husband, and as for being domineering—of course, it was reserved for her own daughters and sons.

Wang Liyao rolled her eyes helplessly.

Unable to win the argument with her mother, she secretly stirred up her God Sense, carefully protecting her cards before pulling one out, “I play one wan.”

“Mahjong.”

Across her, a beautiful woman in a jade-green dress pushed her cards forward, a smile appearing on her face, “Liyao, your card counting needs work. You better practice more.”

This woman had a doll-like face, a pure demeanor, and looked like a forest sprite. You couldn’t really tell her actual age just by her outer appearance and demeanor. This woman was none other than the rumored biological mother of Wang Zong’an, “Green Fern.”

She frequented the Wang family residence annually for a short stay to unwind, not caring about the rumors outside.

“Green Fern senior…” Wang Liyao gazed at her mournfully.

Putting aside matters of aptitude, as a research-oriented talent, Green Fern was incredibly precise in counting cards. On this table, she had won the most times.

“Yao’er, don’t complain, keep playing, I’m losing even more than you.” On the other side, a woman in a veil, with an icy demeanor, chimed in to console.

The sole person wearing a veil was naturally Old Ancestor Longyan. Ever since that incident, she had never removed her veil.

“Shuffle, shuffle~” The sound of shuffling tiles continued. This regular, rhythmic sound almost made Wang Zongkun drowsy.

Not far away, a plump Yuan Water Old Turtle occasionally poked its head out of the water, holding a Spirit Fish in its mouth, showing off to a slightly smaller, beautifully-shelled female Yuan Water Spirit Tortoise.

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