Replace me as the top scholar? Go talk to my Marshal Grandpa!

The news of Wang Xian's arrival in the capital spread to all the major forces in the capital in no time.

The case of the provincial top scorer being replaced has already caused a great uproar and is known throughout the country.

In addition, Wang Xian's special identity—the orphan of Major General Wang Quan and the grandson of Marshal Wang Junba—made him the focus of attention for countless people.

and so.

The moment he set foot on the land of the capital, countless eyes were fixed on him.

Some people sighed.

"Major General Wang Quan... he was a legend."

"Yes, back then, who didn't know the name of Major General Wang Quan?"

"He advanced to the Star Phase Realm at twenty, entered the Heavenly Calamity Realm at twenty-two, and broke through to a realm beyond the Heavenly Calamity Realm at twenty-five! That cultivation speed is simply astonishing!"

"It's a pity...he was a genius who died young."

"If he can fully mature, he will probably become another pillar of the country, just like Marshal Wang."

Looking at Wang Xian's photo, some people were filled with emotion:

"This child really does resemble Major General Wang Quan in some ways."

"I heard that he became the top scorer in the province without any family support, relying solely on his own efforts. His perseverance and talent are indeed in the same vein as his father."

But some people dismiss it.

"Provincial top scorer? Hah, that was in the past. What does he have now?"

"His talent has been stripped away, and he ruined the transplant technique himself. Without talent, what can he possibly achieve in this life?"

"The mantle of royal power? He can't inherit it. No matter how hard a martial artist tries, it's all in vain without talent."

"What a waste of Major General Wang Quan's excellent bloodline."

Some people nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, he was too irrational. Although talent transplantation technology is unethical, it was his only hope, and he destroyed it with his own hands!"

"Young man, you're acting too impulsively. It's not worth ruining your future for the sake of so-called prestige and justice!"

"Just wait and see. Without talent, he'll soon be forgotten in a place like the capital."

"..."

The Sikong family, Fu family, and Long family, who are known as the four great families of the capital along with the Wang family, also had different reactions.

Sikong family.

When the patriarch Sikong Lie heard the news of Wang Xian's arrival, he simply smiled faintly and said nothing more.

He had lost interest in Wang Xian; a talentless boy was not worth his attention.

The Fu family.

Fu Yuan remained expressionless and made no comment. He had no grudge against Wang Xian and had no reason to target a junior.

But the Long family is different.

Inside the Long family mansion.

Long Xiaotian sat in his study, listened to his subordinate's report, and a cold smile slowly curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Wang Xian... has finally arrived."

He put down his teacup, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Give the order."

He paused, his voice low:

"Tell the young members of the Long family, if they happen to encounter this young master of the Wang family, to take good care of him."

His subordinate was slightly taken aback, but then understood what Long Xiaotian meant.

"Yes, Master."

The subordinates withdrew.

Long Xiaotian leaned back in his chair, looking out at the bustling night view of the capital city, and gave a cold laugh.

The Wang family, you have caused me so much loss, impacted my businesses, and made me lose all face.

Now, your precious little darling has arrived.

I want to see what kind of trouble a talentless good-for-nothing can cause in the capital.

……

The ancestral home of the royal family in the capital is located in the core area of ​​the second ring road of the capital.

From the outside, it is just a long, simple wall that seems somewhat out of place with the surrounding modern buildings.

But once you cross that gate, you'll understand what a true "elite family" is.

The Wang family's estate is extremely large, occupying almost a large area in the northeast corner of the Second Ring Road.

Looking out from the entrance, the view stretches as far as the eye can see.

Inside, pavilions and towers are arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner.

There are antique traditional buildings with flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted rafters; there are also modern buildings full of technology, with glass curtain walls and smooth lines.

Tradition and modernity blend perfectly here, without any awkwardness.

In the center is a huge lake with crystal-clear water. Egrets dance gracefully on the lake, and the lakeside is planted with all kinds of flowers and plants that bloom all year round and have a wonderful fragrance.

In the distance, you can see several low hills covered with lush trees, and some pavilions and paths are faintly visible.

Further away, a cluster of buildings stands out prominently; it is where the core members of the Wang family reside, and it is heavily guarded.

Throughout the entire clan's territory, the roads were wide and flat, and both sides were planted with various precious trees.

From time to time, one can see people of the tribe dressed in uniform moving about, some walking hurriedly, others strolling leisurely.

This place is like an independent kingdom.

Wang Cang led Wang Xian and the other two into the clan's territory in a hovercar.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Wang Xian noticed that a number of people had gathered around her.

Most of them were young people, both men and women, and they were all very particular about their clothing and appearance.

They stood not far away, their eyes curiously observing Wang Xian as she got off the bus, whispering among themselves.

"That's Wang Xian? Uncle Wang Quan's son?"

"It looks pretty ordinary, nothing special."

"I heard that his S-level talent was stripped away, and now he's just an ordinary person."

"That's too tragic. Going from the top provincial scorer to an ordinary person, the contrast is too great..."

"Keep your voice down, don't let him hear."

Wang Xian had excellent hearing; he heard every single word of the discussions.

He remained expressionless, acting as if he hadn't heard anything.

Just then, a young man stepped out from the crowd.

He looked to be in his early twenties, tall and straight, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes, and a handsome face. He was dressed in simple casual clothes, but his outstanding temperament made it clear that he was no ordinary person.

The young man first bowed slightly to Wang Yeliu and Wang Cang, and greeted them:

"Fourth Aunt, Fifth Uncle."

Wang Yeliu nodded, a smile appearing on her face:

"Jingyao, what brings you here?"

The young man smiled and looked at Wang Xian:

"I heard that my cousin Xiaoxian is back today, so I came here to see him."

He walked up to Wang Xian, extended his hand, and his attitude was gentle and friendly:

"Hello, little cousin Xiaoxian. I am Wang Jingyao, and my father is Wang Qi. Welcome home."

Wang Xian extended her hand and shook hands with him:

"Hello, cousin Jingyao."

Wang Yeliu introduced from the side:

"Xiao Xian, Jing Yao is your uncle's second son. He's a few years older than you and is quite prominent among the younger generation of the Wang family."

Wang Xian nodded.

Wang Jingyao certainly didn't seem to have the airs of someone from a powerful family.

He greeted Wang Xian with a smile, asking about his well-being, his situation in Xingquan City, whether he was used to the climate in the capital, and if he needed any help.

Wang Xian responded politely to each one.

After exchanging a few words, Wang Yeliu interrupted:

"Alright, Jingyao, Xiaoxian is new here, let me take him to his accommodations to settle in and get him familiar with the surroundings."

"We can talk about it later."

Wang Jingyao nodded and smiled:

"Okay, Fourth Aunt, then Little Fairy Cousin, you go and rest first. I'll come and talk to you another day."

After saying that, he nodded to Wang Xian again, then turned and left.

Wang Xian watched his retreating figure, lost in thought.

……