Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains

Everyone looked at Wan Xiaolou's reaction and scoffed twice, a hint of disdain barely hidden on their faces.

Duan Yuerong felt extremely relieved in her heart. Her father, Duan Hu, had quite a reputation in Wanyang County. Normally, she was someone who was called upon by many in the younger circles of Wanyang County. How could she not hold a grudge when Wan Xiaolou dared to refuse her invitation to a banquet?

But at that time, the Grandmaster Ren Feng was still around, and even her father, Duan Hu, didn't dare to offend him, so naturally, she could only swallow her anger. Now that Ren Feng had met with trouble, she finally had the opportunity to humiliate Wan Xiaolou properly.

That Qinglong Association, they even killed Yan Sannu, the Deputy Sect Master and a Third Realm Grandmaster of the Shaying Sect. With Ren Feng being just a First Realm Grandmaster, he was surely on a path to his doom, and this was the confidence she had to trouble Wan Xiaolou.

"There's no day like today; since we're all here, why don't you set up a table at Golden Wind and Drizzle Building today? We're all quite hungry!"

Before Duan Yuerong could speak, suddenly a young man behind her started to jest, and the others, upon seeing this, began to jeer.

"Yes, yes, today."

"Let's go, let's go, it's just about time we had a meal."

"Indeed, indeed, if it is to offer an apology, then let it be today."

...

The jeering of the crowd caused Wan Xiaolou's brow to furrow, and a flash of anger passed through his eyes.

His words were clearly just a courtesy, and these people goading him into an apology were obviously trying to humiliate him. Even if he really did set up the table, it would likely only lead to more severe humiliation.

Were these people really so brainless?

Hadn't they considered what they would do if my master came back...

"Gentlemen, some other day, please. I really do have an urgent matter today. My master told me to focus on my Cultivation, as he would personally test me upon his return!"

Wan Xiaolou still didn't dare to show his anger. These fools in front of him, the weakest among them had the Cultivation of the Seventh Level of Body Opening. Even Wan XiaoJin, Wan Xiaofeng, and he combined weren't their match, so he could only suppress the fury in his heart, trying to speak as calmly as possible while also subtly reminding them, hoping they would be more rational.

Unexpectedly, he had overestimated the intelligence of the crowd.

"Still putting on airs? Do you really think you still have any clout? Your master is probably dead for good. Today, you'll set the table whether you want to or not. Talk back again, and we'll cripple you before dragging you there!"

The talker was a tall young man standing behind Duan Yuerong. He looked at Wan Xiaolou with an extremely displeased expression, a hint of threat in his eyes as he stepped forward, his body's blood Qi even beginning to surge.

Clearly, his words were no joke. He was seriously considering taking action!

Wan Xiaolou's expression stiffened. He had never imagined that these people could be so utterly brainless—to the point of aggression even after his warning.

At the same time, a sense of powerlessness began to grow in his heart. He realized that against these brainless yet stronger individuals, he truly had no means to confront them.

He knew he couldn't escape, but he also knew that going to Golden Wind and Drizzle Building with these people would result in further and more severe humiliation, which is why he also refused to compromise. Instead, he stood his ground without moving or speaking further.

And to the others, his reaction naturally came off as a refusal.

The tall young man's brow furrowed as he took a few steps closer to Wan Xiaolou, now less than two meters away.

Wan Xiaolou clenched the fist hidden by his sleeve, watching as the tall figure approached him. He wasn't afraid; he was just angry. Along with his anger, a desperate longing for power surged within him.

So it turned out, without his master, he truly was nothing!

"Won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."

The tall young man clearly had a volatile temper—seeing that he had approached Wan Xiaolou without eliciting a response, he filled his right arm with blood Qi, raised his right palm, and swiped it directly towards Wan Xiaolou's face.

As the crowd saw this scene unfold, smirks crept across their faces, with a strong current of mockery and disdain swirling in Duan Yuerong's eyes.

Slap...

However, the sound of a slap echoed through the area, leaving everyone stunned.

For the source of the slap sound was not Wan Xiaolou's face, but that of the tall young man's.

The tall young man was slapped away, tumbling backward three to four meters before passing out.

A black-clad swordsman, looking to be in his thirties, had appeared beside Wan Xiaolou, unknown when, looking at him with respect.

Upon seeing the fleeting aura of Gang Qi from the black-clad man, Duan Yuerong and the others were instantly taken aback; they all recognized it.

Duan Yuerong's face darkened as she stepped forward, ready to scold the audacious black-clad man, but after seeing the next scene, her eyes widened in shock, and she immediately shut her mouth.

The black-clad man actually bowed to Wan Xiaolou with utmost respect.

"Subordinate Su Li, greets the young master!"

But that wasn't all; as soon as the words of the black-clad man fell, from the other side of the street suddenly emerged around thirty people who all simultaneously bowed to him.

"Greetings, young master!"

Wan Xiaolou was instantly confused, as were Wan XiaoJin and Wan Xiaofeng beside him.

And Duan Yuerong and the others, realizing that the Cultivation of these thirty black-clad individuals was at least on the Seventh Level of Body Opening, some even at the Ten Layers of Body Openings, felt a shiver in their hearts and found themselves speechless.