Protect Our Clan Leader

Chapter 1639: Chapter 110: Young Master Shou Ye Saves Me_2

“Yuan Sheng, you’re merely of Direct Vessel descent—don’t forget who has been secretly aiding you to reach where you are today.” Wei Donglai’s eyes flashed with severity, pressing down on him, before softening his tone to offer reassurance. “Rest assured, now that our Wei King’s Mansion is flourishing, it won’t be difficult to spend some resources to strengthen your foundations. Besides, this is the Old Ancestor’s will—are you planning to defy the Old Ancestor?”

Wei Yuansheng’s face turned deathly pale. Ultimately unable to resist the pressure, he said, “Uncle, I understand. But after it’s done, I ask that Uncle keeps his promise.”

“Of course. The family has invested deeply in cultivating your talent—it can’t afford to waste it without return.” Wei Donglai comforted him gently. “It’s just that, for the grand plan of family ascension, you’ll temporarily need to make some sacrifices.”

“I understand.”

Wei Yuansheng’s gaze shifted from hesitance to growing determination.

…

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the private box where Wang Anyuan and Wang Ningyu were situated, ladies from prominent families had already gathered densely, encircling the area completely. The household guards were struggling to hold them back and had to report this honestly.

“Anyuan, Ningyu, hiding in here like this isn’t going to solve anything,” Wang Shouye instructed. “You should go out and meet those prominent family ladies, leave contact information with them and slowly get acquainted. If you find someone you like, I’ll help you propose marriage afterwards.”

“But Seventh Grand Elder, there are too many people outside—this is a spectacle we’ve never seen before,” Wang Anyuan and Wang Ningyu said nervously.

“What’s to fear when there are crowds? Our family has plenty of unmarried young men.” Wang Shouye spoke leisurely. “You should gather more information on the prominent family ladies. If you come across quality candidates, you can even prepare ahead for your brothers back home.”

Is this even a strategy?

Are you planning to sweep up all the prominent family ladies of Da Zhou into the Wang family’s fold?

Wang Anyuan and Wang Ningyu looked at each other, but dared not defy the Seventh Grand Elder’s order. Left with no choice, they braced themselves and stepped out of the private box.

“The Lonely Sword Saint and White-Clothed Phoenix King have come out!” One sharp-eyed girl immediately spotted them.

As her words fell, all the girls instantly grew excited and began surging forward.

Wang Anyuan and Wang Ningyu were immediately swallowed up by the throng of people.

“Everyone, don’t squeeze! Don’t force jade pendants upon us! Come one by one…”

The duo’s weak voices emerged from the cracks in the crowd, replete with an air of melancholy and pity.

Just then—

A sharp voice carrying a hint of sourness descended from the skies: “Brother Anyuan, Brother Ningyu, you certainly have excellent fortune—it’s truly enviable.”

The surging crowd stiffened slightly, and everyone instinctively turned toward the source of the voice.

A young man, striking and dignified in appearance, hovered in mid-air with his hands behind his back, casting an oblique glance down.

“It’s Wei Yuansheng—the first-ranked Wei Yuansheng of the Tianren Rising Elites List!” A few prominent family ladies whispered among themselves, “What’s he doing here? Did he sense the threat posed by Anyuan and Ningyu from our family and come to admit defeat early?”

“Though Wei Yuansheng’s strength is merely passable, he currently occupies first place in points thanks to battles against emissaries of various nations’ elite cultivators. But as for looks and charisma, he pales in comparison to the Lonely Sword Saint and the White-Clothed Phoenix King.”

“He’s only temporarily ranked first. Our Ningyu is so handsome—he’ll surely beat him.”

“You shameless brat! Ningyu belongs to our family.”

“My family’s Anyuan is unquestionably the better one—his melancholy and profound gaze are utterly captivating.”

Cultivators of the Heavenly Human Realm have remarkable hearing; those murmurings entered Wei Yuansheng’s ears word for word. His entire body trembled with rage.

Isn’t he the rightful first rank among the Tianren Rising Elites List? Why does his popularity barely compare to a tenth of Wang Anyuan and Wang Ningyu’s?

He wasn’t even bad-looking—was it only because he couldn’t compete with those two in their act of posturing?

With Wei Yuansheng diverting attention, Wang Anyuan and Wang Ningyu, the uncle-nephew duo, finally felt much less pressure.

They cupped their hands toward Wei Yuansheng: “Greetings, Brother Yuan Sheng.”

Both their postures and manners were impeccable, their demeanor courteous and respectful. Their gazes radiated clarity and calmness—bright yet subtly carrying a touch of profound wisdom—with an inherent elegance that bespoke the refined aura that comes with immersion in scholarly pursuits.

Of course, these “scholarly pursuits” were shaped by cultural education. Though Anyuan and Ningyu’s overall grades at the High Clan School were merely average, their extended years of study—be it in arts, sciences, or understanding the essence of the world—had enriched their breadth of knowledge to levels others could hardly match.

At school, this didn’t seem remarkable. But once they stepped outside and compared themselves to other scions of prominent families, this unique characteristic stood out distinctly.

“Brother Anyuan, Brother Ningyu.” Wei Yuansheng remained floating, his eyes brimming with sharp intent. “As the saying goes, ’No time is better than the present.’ Amid today’s excitement, why don’t we settle the matter of who truly deserves to be ranked first among the Tianren Rising Elites?”

Wang Anyuan and Wang Ningyu exchanged a glance before nodding in agreement: “Since Brother Yuan Sheng has such refined taste, we are willing to accompany you.”

As Wang clan descendants, their words and actions in public represented the family’s reputation; at such a critical juncture, they could not retreat from battle.

“Ningyu, you’ve just fought recently,” Wang Anyuan stepped forward, saying, “Let me take this match first.”

As he spoke, his demeanor shifted entirely.

An immense aura of loneliness engulfed him, cloaking his figure completely. The depths of his calm gaze revealed an irrepressible tinge of melancholy. His voice, sorrowful yet resolute, echoed: “Brother Yuan Sheng, please offer your teachings.”

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