Protect Our Patriarch

In any martial clan, there are clan members who work hard to contribute to the family, but there are also those who are lazy and useless. Fortunately, the Ping'an Wang Clan has strict rules, and the pressure of the ancestors' glory and the family's struggles for survival keeps most clan members in line.

However, the eighth generation of the Wang Clan has produced a good-for-nothing.

"Fourth Brother, as the current clan leader, it's not convenient for you to get involved," Wang Shou Yi said coldly. "You just wait a moment, I'll go and come back."

After saying that, he stormed out of the room.

Not long after, Wang Shou Yi dragged in a young man in his early twenties. The young man had been beaten until his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he was crying uncontrollably: "Second Uncle, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Please forgive me this one time, don't tell my father!"

"You little scoundrel," Wang Shou Yi was furious, and with one kick, the young man rolled on the ground several times. "You've fallen to such a state, and yet you're not willing to reflect on your actions. You have the face to ask for mercy, thinking I'll cover for you?"

Oh dear!

The young man let out two wails, and just as he was about to beg for mercy again, he suddenly looked up and saw a young man with an extraordinary aura sitting there, staring at him with a expressionless face.

The young man's body trembled like he had been struck by lightning, and his eyes showed a fear of doom: "F-Fourth Uncle Y-you...you..." His body shook like a leaf, and he almost fainted. At a time like this, even if he met his father, he wouldn't want to meet Fourth Uncle.

But this Fourth Uncle...

"How much did you lose?" Wang Shoujie asked coldly.

"This little scoundrel, he's only been here for over a month, and he's already lost twenty gold at the gambling den, plus the private money his mother gave him and the Minor Nourishing Pill he sold secretly. He's lost a total of forty gold!" Wang Shou Yi's anger was burning, and the family's fishing business, with twenty or thirty workers working hard all year round, could only earn around two hundred gold.

This young man, on the other hand, had gambled away forty gold, which could buy four Minor Nourishing Pills.

"Fourth Uncle, I was wrong, I really was wrong," the young man kowtowed repeatedly, begging Wang Shoujie for mercy. "Please give me another chance."

"Chances, I've given you too many chances already," Wang Shou Yi said angrily. "The family originally let you work at the Xinmao Silkworm Farm with Eldest Brother, to learn a trade. But you'd rather hang out with your friends and flirt with decent women. Then, your grandfather and mother pleaded on your behalf, and you got to work at Sixth Uncle's Fleet. But you found it too hard and ran away to come here. I was wrong, I shouldn't have taken you in The Changning Guard's luxurious world has blinded your eyes."

Wang Shoujie pondered for a moment before speaking slowly: "Zongwei, as the eldest of the Wang Clan, you should set an example for your younger brothers and sisters. But you're not willing to do so. As the son of Eldest Brother, you should be educated by him personally. But as the legitimate heir and clan leader, I have the power and duty to discipline those who are not up to standard."

"Fourth Uncle!" Wang Zongwei was scared out of his wits, "Looking at my father's face, my grandfather's face..."

"Let's do this, since you like to gamble, I'll gamble with you," Wang Shoujie said expressionlessly, taking out a gold and squeezing it in his palm. "Let's gamble on which hand the gold is in. If you win, today's incident will be forgotten. If you lose, I won't make things difficult for you, but you'll have to give me one of your hands, as a favor to your grandfather. From now on, you can just be a idle person in the clan."

"What?" Wang Zongwei was so scared that his tears stopped, "Fourth Uncle, I don't want to gamble, I don't want to gamble."

"Fourth..." Wang Shou Yi's face changed, and he was about to beg for mercy, but was stopped by Wang Shoujie's raised hand. He only saw Wang Shoujie speaking coldly: "Even if Second Grandfather Wang Xiaohui, your grandfather Wang Dingchuan, and your father Wang Shouxin were here, it would be no use."

Wang Shou Yi trembled and instinctively closed his mouth, not daring to beg for mercy again.

Although everyone is a member of the Wang Clan and a brother of the same generation, Wang Shoujie's family is the main branch of the Wang Clan, and he has been the clan leader since he was young, receiving the doting love of Ancestor Longyan. How can others compare to him?

To the Wang Clan, even if ten Wang Zongweis were tied together, they wouldn't be as important as one of Wang Shoujie's fingers.

After intimidating Wang Shou Yi, Wang Shoujie continued to stare at Wang Zongwei, saying coldly, "You're not betting, Fourth Uncle will take it as you admitting defeat. Put out your hand."

"No, no, no, I'm betting, I'm betting," Wang Zongwei exclaimed, "I'm betting that the gold is in Fourth Uncle's right hand."

"Heh heh~" Wang Shoujie's eyes flashed with cold light as he slowly opened his empty right palm, "Zongwei, you lost."

"No, don't, Fourth Uncle, give me another chance, just one more!" Wang Zongwei wailed, "It's in the left hand, the gold is in Fourth Uncle's left hand."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, I'm sure!"

Wang Shoujie slowly opened his left palm, still empty, his gaze piercing as he stared at Wang Zongwei: "Zongwei, a person must keep their word, and if they lose a bet, they must admit defeat. Wang Zhong, Wang Yong!"

"Yes, master."

The two family guards responded and lifted up Wang Zongwei, who was trembling like a soft mud, his face as pale as death, only able to say, "Fourth Uncle, spare me, spare me."

"Clang!"

Wang Shoujie drew his sword, its cold light flashing.

Wang Shou Yi couldn't bear to look anymore and turned his head away.

"Whoosh!"

Wang Shoujie struck out with his sword, its light flashing by, and in the next instant, the sword was back in its sheath.

"Ah~~~~" Wang Zongwei let out a blood-curdling scream, "My hand, my hand, it's gone, it's gone……" A stench of urine spread out.

Wang Zhong and Wang Yong, the two family guards, looked at him with disdain, their faces full of contempt. This young master Zongwei was already twenty years old, two years older than the master, yet the difference between them was enormous.

"Slap!" Wang Shou Yi rushed over and slapped him, interrupting his wailing, saying angrily, "Enough, stop crying, you're embarrassing yourself, you shameless thing. Quickly thank Fourth Uncle."

"My hand, it's still... it's still..." Wang Zongwei was overjoyed, tears and snot streaming down his face, as he kowtowed repeatedly to Wang Shoujie, "Thank you, Fourth Uncle, thank you. I'll definitely, definitely become a good person, start anew."

"Remember, you owe me a hand, and I reserve the right to take it back at any time. Additionally, all your cultivation resources and salary will be temporarily confiscated and transferred to Wang Luotong's use." Wang Shoujie didn't want to see him anymore and turned to leave, the two family guards hurrying to follow.

"Thank you, Fourth Uncle, thank you," Wang Zongwei didn't dare to refute, kowtowing repeatedly.

Wang Shou Yi glared at Wang Zongwei, then hurried to catch up with Wang Shoujie, sighing, "Fourth Brother, I know you want to teach Zongwei a lesson, but..."

"But what?" Wang Shoujie said with a cold laugh, "Will Second Grandfather or Eldest Brother come to argue for him?"

"I'm not worried about Grandfather or Eldest Brother," Wang Shou Yi said with a helpless expression, "You also know that Elder Sister Xu Clan is a direct descendant of the Changning Xu Clan, and since she was young, she's been spoiled and has a rather delicate personality. She might not be able to argue with you about taking away Zongwei's resources, but if you transfer them to Wang Luotong's use, I'm afraid Elder Sister will make a fuss."

"It doesn't matter if Elder Sister is from the Xu Clan or the Liu Clan, she's now a member of our Wang Clan," Wang Shoujie said calmly, "I believe Elder Sister, coming from a prestigious family, must be a knowledgeable and reasonable person, and will eventually understand my good intentions."

Wang Shou Yi opened his mouth to speak, then stopped, understanding that Elder Sister Xu Clan, although fierce, might not dare to confront Wang Shoujie, and his heart was put at ease.

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