The System Arrives: Leading My Clan to Become the Strongest

93: Chapter 93 The feud in the street remains unresolved, and undercurrents are already brewing at the martial arts tournament.”Clan Chief.”

Seeing Jiang Chen’s nonchalant demeanor, Jiang Beiyuan frowned slightly, his tone becoming graver.

”The Zhao Family has a deep Foundation in the Capital City. This feud will likely cause them to trip us up during the Martial Arts Tournament and intentionally make things difficult for our Clan Members.”

Hearing this, Jiang Chen gently tapped his fingertips on the table, creating a crisp sound. His gaze remained indifferent, revealing no emotion.

Then, Jiang Chen chuckled softly, his voice carrying a hint of carelessness.

”In the face of absolute strength, all schemes are paper tigers.”

The tapping of Jiang Chen’s fingertips paused. He looked up at Jiang Beiyuan, and a cold star seemed to flash in his eyes.

”If the Zhao Family wants to cause trouble at the Martial Arts Tournament, let them. What difference do difficult rules make?”

He slowly walked to the window, pushed open half the wooden pane, and the cool breeze from the courtyard, carrying the chill of the green bamboo, rushed into the room, rustling his ink-colored robes.

”The Qingfeng Martial Meet compares strength, not rhetoric, and certainly not backing.”

Jiang Chen’s voice was not loud, but every word was impactful.

”As long as my Jiang Family disciples stand on the Fighting Platform, they have the confidence to nullify all plots and tricks.”

He turned to look at Jiang Beiyuan, a faint smile playing on his lips: ”Just relax. Send down the notice that during the preparation period, they shouldn’t feel too much pressure. As for the Zhao Family...”

Jiang Chen’s gaze swept past the courtyard and settled on the distant, cloud-shrouded horizon. His tone was casual yet carried immense pressure:

”If they behave themselves, fine. But if they dare to tamper with things off the Fighting Platform, I don’t mind making the Zhao Family disappear.”

Jiang Beiyuan’s heart trembled. He immediately bowed and clasped his fists. The gravity on his face completely vanished, replaced by complete confidence.

”I understand! I will certainly not fail the Clan Chief’s trust!”

Jiang Chen waved his hand, signaling him to withdraw.

Jiang Beiyuan acknowledged the order and withdrew, his steps much steadier than when he arrived.

Silence returned to the room. The green bamboo outside the window rustled, and moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

He looked at the gradually rounding bright moon in the sky, his eyes deep.

The Qingfeng Martial Meet, the Zhao Family of the Capital City.

But so what?

The curve of Jiang Chen’s mouth grew colder. His fingertip lightly traced the window lattice, leaving a faint mark.

Anyone who dares to touch his Jiang Family must be prepared to bear the consequences.

It wasn’t that he absolutely had to participate in this so-called Qingfeng Martial Meet; it was just to let everyone in the Jiang Family know that the world is vast and there are many powerful people.

But if things went beyond his expectations, he wouldn’t mind erasing the person who caused the trouble.

Possessing the Nascent Soul Realm, he could now practically walk sideways across the entire Yuan Kingdom.

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On the other side, the Zhao Family.

Zhao Kun stormed into the Zhao Family, completely ignoring the greetings of the Clan Members along the way.

He soon arrived at the Zhao Family Main Hall.

”Oh, Kun’er, why are you here?”

Inside the main hall, Zhao Lifeng looked at the rushing Zhao Kun with some surprise.

He was extremely fond of this son because Zhao Kun’s personality was very similar to his own. Therefore, he never stopped Zhao Kun’s actions. With him, an Initial Golden Core Stage cultivator, standing behind him, no one foolish enough would openly offend his son.

Of course, he had long told his son whom not to offend, but if there was truly something he couldn’t solve, didn’t he still have his father? A Ninth Layer of Golden Core existence, only one step away from being on equal footing with the three Old Ancestors of the Huangfu Imperial Family.

So, seeing Zhao Kun come straight to him, he assumed it was some minor issue. In the past, trivial matters often flustered him, but seeing his son, he felt helpless yet patiently waited for him to speak.

But this time, Zhao Kun was unlike his usual self. He rushed forward, stumbled through the story of his encounter on the street with a choked voice, and even rolled up his sleeve to show the scrapes on his arm. The smile on Zhao Lifeng’s face instantly froze, replaced by a layer of frost.

”Who dared to touch you? Didn’t you mention our Zhao Family’s name?”

Zhao Lifeng’s face was covered in frost as he looked at Zhao Kun’s injuries. He knew that he himself was reluctant to hit this son, yet now he had been injured by others. Did they really think his Zhao Family was easy to bully?

”I did! Why wouldn’t I?”

Zhao Kun was so angry he stomped his feet.

”I told them my grandfather is a Ninth Layer of Golden Core Old Ancestor, but those people didn’t care at all! Not only did they beat all my servants down, they even pointed a sword at my glabella and forced me to pay more than two hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones!”

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, his voice trembling.

”He even said... that grandfather’s Golden Core cultivation was nothing worth mentioning in his eyes, and that our Zhao Family were just useless bullies! Father, you must avenge me!”

”Bang!”

Zhao Lifeng slammed his palm heavily onto the table. The expensive sandalwood table instantly cracked with a spiderweb-like fissure. The pressure of the Initial Golden Core Stage swept out like a tide, causing the candles in the hall to flicker wildly, almost extinguishing.

”Who are they? Have you found out clearly?”

Zhao Lifeng didn’t immediately promise to avenge Zhao Kun. As the Zhao Family Head, he knew that only by knowing oneself and the enemy could one find the opponent’s weakness and deliver a killing blow.

”When I came back, I already told people to keep an eye on them. Judging by the time, they should be back soon.”

Zhao Kun said, his face filled with hatred.

”Young Master, we found them.”

Just then, the person sent out to monitor Jiang Beiyuan and his group rushed in.

”Greetings to the Family Head.”

However, as soon as he entered, he saw the frost-faced Zhao Lifeng. The servant immediately shuddered and respectfully bowed.

”What did you find? Tell me, who are they?”

Zhao Lifeng looked at the trembling servant before him and asked with an unkind gaze.

”Clan Chief, that group entered the Royal Courtyard and hasn’t come out.”

The servant immediately replied.

”You may leave.”

Hearing the answer, Zhao Lifeng signaled for the man to leave, but muttered to himself.

”The Royal Courtyard, huh? No wonder they don’t put my Zhao Family in their eyes. But so what? They just moved into the Royal Courtyard; they aren’t surnamed Huangfu.”

Zhao Lifeng looked at Zhao Kun, who was still standing there, and couldn’t help but comfort him.

”The Qingfeng Martial Meet is about to start immediately, and the opponents are staying in the Royal Courtyard. We’ll put this matter aside for now. I will help you take revenge after the Qingfeng Martial Meet.”

”But...”

Seeing that his father was actually planning to temporarily suppress this matter, Zhao Kun immediately became displeased. In his mind, his father should have immediately set off to destroy the opposing group.

Seeing his son acting this way, Zhao Lifeng’s brow furrowed even tighter. It seemed he had been too indulgent with this son.

”Can’t hold your temper!”

He shouted in a low voice, his tone laced with disappointment.

”How could the Royal Courtyard be an ordinary place? Those who can live there are either Imperial Relatives or honored guests treated with courtesy by Your Majesty. If we act now and alarm the people in the palace, even your grandfather stepping forward might not help?”

”But they are just a group of outsiders!”

Zhao Kun roared unwillingly: ”Why should they be allowed to stay in the Royal Courtyard?”

”And what if they are outsiders?”

Zhao Lifeng sneered, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes. ”For the Imperial Family to make an exception and arrange lodging, this Jiang Family is probably not as simple as you think. For now, do not act rashly.”

He paced to the entrance of the main hall, looking at the deep night outside, his tone icy:

”The Qingfeng Martial Meet is the best opportunity. When the time comes, we will certainly find a way to deal with them.”