The 18th year of the Da Yong reign: The beginning of the story involves rescuing revolutionaries.

"My lord!" The Third Master's mere strength at the Brute Realm was like a clay chicken or a clay dog ​​in front of Wang Donglai. He could only watch helplessly as his son was sucked away.

The heavy kneeling before the ancestral tablets made Wang Guangyou wince in pain.

But an invisible force was pressing down on him so hard that he couldn't even make a sound.

Seeing his son like this, the third son felt heartbroken again and continued, "My lord, you must not believe the words of outsiders."

Wang Dong glanced at his daughter, who immediately stepped forward: "Third Uncle, these are all my personal experiences. I was on the train, and my dearest third brother was going to 'escort' me all the way out of the province."

"There must be some hidden story behind this," the third brother continued to argue.

Wang Donglai ignored him, simply waving his hand to loosen the pressure on Wang Guangyou, and said, "Wang Guangyou, do you plead guilty?"

Wang Guangyou had already made up his mind. Some things were already set in stone and there was no room for him to argue. So he said, "I was momentarily blinded by greed. I thought that my younger sister was the future heir of the Earl's Mansion and wanted her to make her own way in the world. The kidnapping incident was purely an accident. Even so, I sent people to follow her all the way. Whenever my younger sister was in danger, someone would come to her rescue."

Nephew knew nothing about the river bandits. They were not ordered by nephew. It is common for river bandits to rob cargo ships on the river. Nephew cannot let this young gang leader put the blame on his head.

As for the train, my nephew mistakenly thought my younger sister had been kidnapped by this gang leader, which is why he acted so ruthlessly.

This earnest, even tearful, reply resonated with many present.

But the Duke's words made Wang Guangyou's heart sink to the bottom: "Very well, you have admitted to these things yourself, then accept your punishment before the ancestral tablets."

Huh? What did I admit to? Did you even hear me clearly? Wang Guangyou's face showed a shocked expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, under everyone's watchful eyes, Wang Donglai raised his hand and struck out with a palm, hitting Wang Guangyou's dantian area in the abdomen.

boom--

The latter was struck as if by lightning and fell backward to the ground.

"Son!" In his haste, the third son rushed to Wang Guangyou's side, supporting him and asking with concern, "Son, where are you hurt?"

Wang Guangyou opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

I felt as if my whole body was on fire.

He subconsciously tried to circulate the Nine Tribulations Undying Scripture to heal his injuries, but he couldn't mobilize his internal energy at all. When he forced himself to circulate his energy, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Wang Guangyou has harmed the heir and his relatives, violating clan rules and family laws. Considering that he has not yet committed a serious crime and has no intention of killing, the clan head has only crippled his cultivation, severed eleven of his meridians, and punished him by making him kneel in the ancestral hall for five days."

"If anyone is dissatisfied, go and ask Elder Zong, or even go to the capital to appeal to the Emperor." Wang Donglai's last words immediately dispelled any remaining thoughts of pleading for leniency from the other branches of the family.

Now that Wang Donglai has returned with a great victory, let alone punishing a nephew or even killing a few officials, the Emperor probably wouldn't say a word against him. Who would be so foolish as to make trouble for themselves?

Please have Elder Zong make the decision? What a joke! Even before Wang Donglai was a nobleman, he was already very close to several elders.

It seems that the matter is settled, and the third family is doomed. Everyone has reached this consensus.

Only the third brother, his eyes red-rimmed, suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Donglai in the main seat, saying, "Fifth brother, how cruel you are! This is your own nephew, an eighteen-year-old commoner, the future hope of the family."

Wang Donglai looked over coldly, his gaze landing squarely on the third brother's face. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and threw another punch.

There was a loud bang.

The Third Master, a mere brute, was sent flying without any resistance. He rolled several times on the ground before crashing into a corner of the wall, groaning in pain.

"This punch is for how you dared to attack my daughter's benefactor. This has nothing to do with any clan rules or family laws. It's purely because I want to vent my personal anger. Third brother, you can get back at me whenever you want. I, Wang Donglai, am waiting for you."

The Third Master's magnificent clothes were torn open with a large hole. He braced himself against the floor tiles with both arms, using all his strength to prop himself up. He looked at Wang Donglai, who was sitting in the seat of honor, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. He then angrily lay back down.

Inside the hall, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The people sitting opposite seemed to slow their breathing, afraid to exhale too loudly.

Despite their domineering attitude, they still didn't dare utter a single word.

The series of actions happened so quickly and with such force that Wang Zhi was secretly alarmed. He had known that Wang Guangyou's cultivation would be crippled, but he didn't expect that Old Wang would be so kind as to punch the Third Master to vent his anger.

After dealing with this matter, Wang Donglai called in Steward Liu and ordered his men to take Wang Guangyou and his son away. Wang Guangyou was dragged directly to the ancestral hall, while his father was sent back to the west courtyard to treat his injuries.

After the main hall door was closed.

Wang Donglai stood up and looked at everyone present: "Thanks to the blessings of our ancestors, I have returned in triumph. Everyone, offer incense to our ancestors."

Everyone walked up to the ancestral altar.

Wang Zhi was stunned at this moment, standing to the side at a loss. When his eyes met the girl's bow, she gave him a strange smile.

"This girl, this is how a seven or eight-year-old should look," Wang Zhi thought to himself. He wondered if she would ever become Wang Xiaomai again in this world.

Offering incense wouldn't take much time. After finishing all that, Wang Dong looked at Wang Zhi and said in front of everyone, "Chief Wang, you saved my daughter. From now on, you are the benefactor of the Earl's Mansion."

Wang Zhixin was startled and quickly bowed, saying, "I dare not accept such praise; it was nothing." For the Duke to say this in front of everyone, rather than in private, carried immense weight. It meant that from this day forward, he had gained the friendship of the Marquis of Wuyi's mansion.

This Marquis Wuyi is no ordinary person.

"Alright, if you think you deserve it, then you do. You don't seem like that pretentious, pedantic scholar at all." Wang Donglai's words left Wang Zhi with no choice but to awkwardly laugh twice in agreement.

After finishing his business, Wang Donglai dismissed everyone, but kept Wang Zhi behind to have lunch with his family of three.

Wang Zhi didn't stand on ceremony then; he was the benefactor of the entire Earl's mansion, so why should he be polite?

They ate to their hearts' content, indulging in all sorts of highly nutritious delicacies, and thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

If he hadn't overeaten, he probably would have eaten himself to the point of being stuffed.

After all, once he returns to his small hometown of Liuzhou County, it will be difficult to enjoy these delicacies again.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Wang Donglai met with Wang Zhi alone at his private martial arts training ground.

At this moment, Wang Donglai removed all his armor and wore a dark-colored training uniform. He looked at Wang Zhidao and said, "Chief Wang, I heard from that girl that you want to learn my family's secret technique, the Hell Sealing Blade Technique."

Wang Zhi's eyes lit up, and he clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying, "Not bad." This is a golden-level martial art! His heart began to pound wildly.

"Let me, this lord, examine your physical attributes." After saying this, Wang Donglai flashed to Wang Zhi's side and quickly reached out to touch Wang Zhi's physical attributes.

After touching him, he whizzed back to his original spot, revealing a somewhat strange smile: "Chief Wang, you're not even forty yet, around thirty years old, and besides, you haven't shown your true face."