The Infinite Powerhouse Mixed in with Sakura Dormitory

“Their mother, Huizi, is your grandfather’s third daughter. How could she not have the blood of my Shangcun family in her veins?”

"I'm sorry, I misspoke."

Uemura Ichitaro, who had been reprimanded, lowered his head slightly in apology, then raised his head with a normal expression and asked in confusion, "Even so, according to the ancestral teachings, they don't have the right to inherit, right? Why did Shintaro participate in the successor trial?"

"Second Uncle, I really have some doubts."

After giving Ichitaro Uemura a deep look, Iki Uemura pondered for a moment and said calmly, "It's alright to tell you. It won't be long before you're qualified to know this secret too."

"You know those Onmyoji families, martial arts schools, and the supernatural world, right?"

A glint flashed in Uemura Ichitaro's eyes, and he nodded slightly: "Yes, I've heard about it over the years."

The wealth and social status of the above-mentioned villages in the secular world are actually known to be hidden in the extraordinary world beneath the surface, and they can be considered one of the peripheral organizations that are semi-controlled by the association.

“Although we in the secular world have various laws and regulations, and those extraordinary beings also uphold and abide by them, we all know that in the eyes of those people, so-called power and wealth are nothing more than things that can be taken at will.”

Uemura Iki calmly said, "So all these years, my elder brother has wanted our Uemura family to be one of them. Unfortunately, sometimes fate is both extremely unfair and very fair."

“Every year we send massive amounts of resources to those cultivation families to maintain our relationships, but not a single person in the family has any talent for cultivation.”

"It wasn't until ten years ago, when Keiko, who had run away from home, returned with Shintaro and his sister, that my eldest brother saw hope."

"What? These two siblings have talent for cultivation?" Uemura Ichitaro, who had been quite calm just moments before, suddenly changed his expression and looked at Uemura Iki with surprise and uncertainty.

Because if the brother and sister really have cultivation talent, then for the sake of the family's future, his grandfather would certainly not mind handing the Uemura family over to Uemura Shintaro.

“No,” Uemura Iki said calmly.

"...Then?" Uemura Ichitaro felt a sense of relief, but then a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.

"But their father is said to be a very powerful cultivator in Sichuan, on the mainland. When he left, he gave Huizi a token, saying that he would bring them back to the mountain gate when he returned."

"However, more than ten years have passed now, and that person has not returned. I don't know if he is dead or alive, or if he has forgotten about Shintaro and his sister," Uemura Iki said calmly.

Ichitaro Uemura narrowed his eyes slightly: "No wonder my grandfather has valued them so much over the years."

"But please allow me to say something unpleasant, Second Uncle, who can prove that Third Aunt is not lying? What if Shintaro and the others' father is not a powerful superhuman? After all, these are only Third Aunt's side of the story."

Uemura looked at Ichitaro, a faint smile appearing on his aged and serious face: "It seems that after telling you all this, Ichitaro's heart is even more unsettled."

"Do you think that with your grandfather's shrewdness, you could hide these things from him?"

"The evidence is a token that Keiko carried with her back then, a toy wooden sword that contained a powerful aura, and it was specially appraised by many extraordinary people, including Mr. Dingye."

"As fellow beings in the extraordinary realm, they certainly wouldn't be mistaken."

"That was a personal item belonging to a master swordsman, and one who was dozens or even hundreds of times stronger than me." The samurai who had been quietly leaning against the corner suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly.

"I apologize for disturbing you, Mr. Dingye." Uemura Ichitaro bowed slightly, showing great respect to his second uncle.

Uemura Ichitaro pondered for a moment: "But Uncle, even if their father is very strong, they don't have the talent for cultivation, so our family won't get anything from them, right?"

Uemura Iki narrowed his eyes slightly: "Ordinary cultivators certainly can't do anything about it, but for some cultivators who are almost comparable to gods and demons, whether they have talent or not is not important to them, because there are many divine objects in the world that can change talent."

"And Mr. Dingye and the others speculated that Shintaro's father might be such a terrifyingly powerful person."

“What…” Uemura Ichitaro was shocked.

"So, Ichitaro, you'd better stop those underhanded actions. Otherwise, for the sake of that goal, your elder brother wouldn't mind changing the successor." After saying that, Uemura Iki's gaze returned to its coldness, making Uemura Ichitaro's heart tighten.

Uemura Ichitaro bowed deeply and said, "I will respectfully follow your instructions, Uncle."

Then, Ichitaro Uemura turned to the beautiful girl who was waiting respectfully to the side and ordered in front of Iki Uemura, "Yukiko, call them and tell them to stop."

"Yes, Master." After saying that, the beautiful girl took out a cell phone from her ample bosom, dialed a few commands, and then her gaze changed slightly.

“Master, the operations against Shintaro Uemura and Yuriko Uemura have been suspended. However, the group leader, Eiichiro, said that Rihisa Yokoo of Group Three set off half an hour ago and should have arrived at Target Number Five by now.”

"Do we need to make them stop immediately?"

"Yokoo? Their target is that novelist named God something, right?" Uemura Ichitaro thought for a moment and remembered this minor target in his otherwise grand plan.

"Yes, Master," the girl in the kimono replied respectfully.

Uemura Ichitaro waved his hand: "Then we don't need to worry about it. Let them carry out the plan. Although we can't touch them, it's okay to vent our anger."

Although Shintaro Uemura's father is said to be very powerful, he has not appeared for so many years and may have died. This can be vaguely seen from the family's attitude towards Shintaro in recent years.

So, although Ichitaro Uemura felt somewhat heavy-hearted after learning these secrets, he didn't actually take them too seriously.

"What's wrong, Ichitaro?" Uemura Itsuki looked at the young man who was still going his own way after being warned, and a hint of displeasure appeared in his eyes.

"It was a small matter, Uncle."

Seeing Uemura Iki's dissatisfaction, Uemura Ichitaro explained, "Yuriko has been praised by her grandfather these past few days for doing well at the paperback, so when my think tank was planning, I casually included the author who made her performance stand out."

"That author is called Kanda Sorata. He's just an ordinary high school student who writes novels, and he's a nobody who just debuted this year."

"This person is indeed very talented in writing novels, and he is very fast. Not only did he publish three books in one month, but the people I arranged also received news that he had already written the last three volumes."

“Of course, I wouldn’t stoop to the level of an ordinary person.” Uemura Ichitaro smiled slightly.

"The original plan was just to take him away for a lesson, to make him 'realize' that ordinary people should be ordinary people, and then stop writing novels."

“However, without this person’s help, Yuriko’s subsequent plans will be shelved. She should just stick to being an ordinary editor-in-chief at the paperback station,” Uemura Ichitaro said with a smile.

"Yeah"

Uemura Iki nodded slightly, no longer caring. He was just an ordinary person; it wouldn't matter if he died.

Chapter 123 Casually Slap Him to Death (Second Update)

"If you don't want to suffer, come with us."

"What?" Jiang Jing raised an eyebrow.

Just as Jiang Jing finished throwing out the trash and was about to go back, a black limousine stopped in front of him, and two burly men in black got out and demanded that he come with them.

Furthermore, the two of them subtly blocked Jiang Jing's hopes of escape from his left and right sides, appearing quite experienced, as if this was not the first time they had done something like this.

"You two, don't scare them. Be more polite. How many times has the young master said we are civilized people?"

Just then, a smiling young man got off the car.

"Friend, someone wants to see you and tell you something, so come with us." The young man spread his hands, speaking in a relaxed tone as if chatting with a good friend.

interesting

Jiang Jing, who was a bit bored today because it was a holiday, suddenly became interested and asked curiously, "I don't think I know you guys. Why should I go with you? If you have something to say, just say it here."

"Hahaha... No wonder he's a writer, he's a bit arrogant."

The young man laughed loudly, then his face turned cold as he looked at Jiang Jing and sneered, "What are you? You think you're worthy of having that important person come to see you? Just a novelist."

"You don't have to go. That person said that we always follow the rules. If you can't get him to come, we won't make things difficult for you. You can invite your girlfriend who goes to school with you every day to visit first."

"Oh, by the way, you have a younger sister, right?"

The young man's smile returned as he looked at Jiang Jing with a grin: "However, after we invite them over, if you want to see that person, you'll have to crawl over there."

“Uh…” Jiang Jing stroked his chin: “You’re threatening me.”

Looking at Jiang Jing, whose expression remained calm, the young man shrugged: "No, no, we were just being very polite in inviting you. How could it be a threat? I haven't done anything like that for many years."

Jiang Jing chuckled, "It's been a long time since anyone has threatened me, and to threaten me with a few women at that, is quite interesting, especially since the targets of the threat are just a few ordinary people."

As he spoke, circles appeared in Jiang Jing's eyes as he looked at the group in front of him: "Let's go. I have nothing to do today since I'm on holiday, so I'll go see that so-called 'Lord.' I hope you'll be happy then."

“Okay…” The three men, who had been so imposing just moments before, now had circles of confusion in their eyes. They nodded blankly and then got into the car with Jiang Jing.

"This car is nice. Should I buy one too?"

Looking at Jiang Jing, who seemed relaxed as if he were going on a picnic, the driver in front of him gave him a very strange look.

"Drive! Aren't you taking me to meet some important person? I need to come back and cook lunch afterward." Jiang Jing gestured for the driver to hurry up.

He was on duty yesterday, and today it's Masashiro's turn, so it's still him.

Half an hour later, the black sedan arrived at its destination, outside the gate of the villa that occupied a small island.

"Is this the place?"

Jiang Jing got out of the car, glanced briefly at the villa that resembled a mountain retreat, and then turned around: "Alright, you don't need to lead the way."

After saying that, Jiang Jing placed his hand on the roof of the car and pressed it down slightly.

puff! !

In an instant, the entire car turned into a flat iron disc, and countless drops of blood gushed out from the edges.

boom!!

Jiang Jing kicked the door open and walked in.

"Who goes there..."

boom! !

As soon as a security guard in black appeared, he was blasted into a bloody mist by the powerful gust of wind that Jiang Jing flicked with his finger.

boom!!

The wall in front, along with the houses behind it, was destroyed by the strong wind that Jiang Jing had whipped up, because it blocked the road.

Jiang Jing walked slowly with a smile on his face, violently destroying whatever blocked his way, as if playing a demolition game.

However, his commotion also alerted the entire villa complex, and countless black-clad bodyguards carrying guns rushed out and opened fire on Jiang Jing from afar.

Boom boom boom boom!!

Faced with the monstrous river view, some of these people were so terrified that they even took out small grenade launchers. Explosions and a hail of bullets engulfed the oncoming river view.

"What happened?" Inside the room, Uemura Iki, who had started playing chess again, looked up at the direction of the explosion and asked in a deep voice.

"Be careful, a very strong superhuman has arrived." The samurai Ding Ye Yidaozhan, who had been sitting in the corner, suddenly stood up and looked solemnly in the direction where the dust was rising.

The people inside were startled. Uemura Iki said in a deep voice, "Superhumans? I don't remember having any enmity with superhumans."

Immediately, Uemura Iki's gaze sharpened as he looked at Uemura Ichitaro, frowning as he asked, "Could it be you, Ichitaro?"

“Uncle, how could I possibly provoke a superhuman?” Uemura Ichitaro quickly shook his head with a wry smile.

After giving Ichitaro Uemura a deep look, Iki Uemura said in a deep voice, "This is not the time to talk about this. Mr. Dingye, can you stop him?"

The warrior, on whom high hopes were placed, shook his head slightly, his expression extremely solemn: "No, although we haven't fought head-on yet, I know from that suppressed and violent aura that I am no match for that person. Let's leave quickly."

"Leave? Didn't you want to see me?" As the voice fell, a powerful surge of energy swept over like a raging river.