Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

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"Yes, Master!"

The young man referred to as Ren Qi could barely hold back any longer. He drew the longsword from his back, and instantly a cold gleam flashed past Fang Jueyu's eyes.

"Hey, we're in a law-abiding society now. Isn't that considered a controlled weapon? Do you believe I'll call the police?" Fang Jueyu shouted.

"Noisy!" Ren Qi took a step forward and swung his longsword, a sharp sword light sweeping past Fang Jueyu's side.

The golden nanmu door of the villa was split in half instantly under that sword light, leaving a deep mark even on the ground.

Although he was only a Force Transform master, Ren Qi had used the Gucang Sword Technique of their Gucang Sword Sect for that move, a level seven martial art, considered highly advanced among existing Ancient Martial Sects.

Masters with deep inner strength could easily cut through an iron door, let alone a wooden one, making this move visually imposing. The Gucang Sword Sect once relied on it to terrify many wealthy individuals.

"This was just a warning. We'll come back in three days. If we don't see the management fee then, this sword won't just be cutting the door," Ren Qi said, sheathing his longsword and looking down at Fang Jueyu.

"You..." Fang Jueyu's lips trembled slightly, and in the eyes of the three from the Gucang Sword Sect, it seemed he was frightened by the move.

"What's a world's richest man? Just an ordinary mortal and no more than a tool for us to make money in the secular world," Gu Dong sneered.

In fact, they were very excited to hear a world's richest man appeared in Huaxia. While Huaxia had many wealthy people before, most super-rich individuals were abroad.

To an organization similar to the Ancient Martial Association, if there was a similar superpower users' organization abroad, no matter how strong they were, they couldn't easily extend their reach overseas.

But this time it was different. Finally, two super-rich individuals appeared in Huaxia. The Ancient Martial Association had already secured $20 billion from Ma Teng, and having tasted success, naturally, they extended their claws towards Fang Jueyu.

Little did they know they were provoking a genuine Demon King.

"Hey, you broke my door. Planning to leave without compensating?" Fang Jueyu's tone turned icy cold.

Woken up early in the morning and having his dream disturbed was infuriating enough. Now these arrogant people had come and damaged his door, intending to just leave? Did they think Fang Jueyu's home was a place they could come and go as they pleased?

"Compensate?" As if they'd heard the funniest joke, the damage they caused to cars and houses was countless, and no one had ever dared demand compensation before.

"Yes, my door is made of imported golden nanmu, with carvings by a master craftsman, priced at $600,000. If you want to leave, pay for it first," Fang Jueyu said. "Also, causing trouble at my home early in the morning deserves compensation for mental distress, right? Let's round it up to $1 million!"

"$400,000 for mental distress? Are you serious?" The three from the Gucang Sword Sect laughed instead of getting angry, as if Fang Jueyu was telling them a joke.

"Is it that funny?" Fang Jueyu's eyes narrowed into slits, and when he showed this expression, it meant he was really angry. "Last time, some prince from the Kingdom of Celot offended me, and I demanded billions in euros for mental distress. They didn't dare utter a word!"

"We want to leave; what can you do about it?" Gu Dong said, "If you want to call the police, go ahead. Let's see if they care about our matters from the martial world!"

"Hmph, if I say you can't leave, then none of you can!" Fang Jueyu walked to the flower bed beside the villa and broke off a branch. In that instant, he seemed to transform into an unsheathed sharp sword!

When a master made a move, it was clear if they had skill. Fang Jueyu's aura suddenly made the hair on the three men's bodies stand on end, as though standing before them was not a sleepily dressed youth in shorts, tank top, and flip-flops, but a fierce tiger.

"He also practices Ancient Martial Arts!" the thought appeared simultaneously in the three men's minds.

By then, Fang Jueyu had ghostly appeared in their retreat path. His speed was so fast that even Gu Dong, a master of the Peak of Gangjin, couldn't capture it.

"Attack!" They intended to give Fang Jueyu a scare, but never expected he wasn't an ordinary person. The previous sword didn't frighten him at all. Even if they returned next time, Fang Jueyu definitely wouldn't hand over the "management fee" willingly.

In that case, using harsher means became necessary.

"Swish, swish!" Two young disciples of the Gucang Sword Sect drew their swords and thrust at Fang Jueyu.

"Tsk, too slow, full of loopholes." In Fang Jueyu's eyes, the signature skill of the Gucang Sword Sect was akin to child's play.

"Breaking Sword Technique!" The branch in Fang Jueyu's hand jabbed like a sharp sword, hitting precisely on the hilts of the two longswords, and a surge of inner strength flooded into the blades.

The two longswords flew out of their hands, with even the sound of wrists breaking.

"Smack! Smack!" The branch, like a wooden stick, thwacked against the chests of the two Gucang Sword Sect disciples, sending them flying.

"Such precise eyes!" Gu Dong was utterly amazed. Their Gucang Sword Sect's swordsmanship was known for its strength and speed. Though the two disciples weren't highly skilled, they had been immersed in the technique for over a decade. Ordinary Force Transform masters couldn't easily defeat them like this.

That speed and precision of the moves were definitely at a level with him! A young Peak of Gangjin master in his early twenties was unprecedented even in their Gucang Sword Sect.

Now he finally understood why Fang Jueyu seemed so confident—it turned out he had extraordinary skills.

Becoming the world's richest man in his twenties, with such deep inner strength at the Peak of Gangjin, probably would make anyone arrogant and self-absorbed, wouldn't it?

"Mr. Fang has impressive skills, no wonder you don't take our Gucang Sword Sect seriously." Gu Dong glanced at his two disciples. Fang Jueyu had shown restraint, otherwise, those blows could have easily broken a rib or two.

Fang Jueyu raised an eyebrow, "Put you in my sight? Are you worthy?"

Acts like this were essentially robbery, with little difference in essence.

"Hmph, this time we admit defeat," having seen Fang Jueyu's skill, Gu Dong was also wary. He wasn't confident he could defeat Fang Jueyu completely!

He couldn't fathom how many resources and how much effort it took to cultivate such a young master at the Peak of Gangjin. Perhaps only the masters who had long lingered on Gangjin or even Innate masters in their sect could decisively defeat him?

"Hey? Do you not understand my words?" Fang Jueyu held out the branch horizontally, "You haven't paid for the door yet, nor compensated for the mental distress, and you want to leave now? Am I not respected here?"
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"Er Gouzi!" Fang Jueyu shouted.

"Woof, woof, woof!" Hearing Fang Jueyu's call, Er Gouzi came running with bared teeth to his side.

Now several months old, Er Gouzi was already as large as a full-grown golden retriever. As for its strength, even Fang Jueyu, who had reached the Peak of Gangjin, couldn't withstand one slap from it.

"Er Gouzi, guard the door for me. If they don't pay, don't let any of them leave!" Fang Jueyu said righteously.

"Woof!" Er Gouzi barked ferociously at the three, exuding an imposing aura as if a single dog could guard against an army.

"Do you really think I can't take you on?" Gu Dong, unaccustomed to such humiliation, finally drew his sword.

Ever since becoming an elder, he hadn't truly fought in many years, but his swordsmanship was no longer what it used to be.

"You're forcing me!"

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