Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 240 Earth and Sky List!

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Wang Xiaoying couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer.

She turned her gaze towards Zhang Wei and posed a question that had been nagging at her, "Why did Grandpa call you 'senior'?"

Unlike Mo Chen, she had been keenly observant of the subtle cues and had an unsettling premonition that there might be more to Zhang Wei's claims than she initially thought.

Her mind raced with uncertainty, not fully comprehending the high-stakes game unfolding before her.

Zhang Wei met her inquiry with a mischievous smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. "For every answer I give, you'll have to kiss me once," he replied with a evil smile, throwing her a deal.

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Wang Xiaoying instantly stiffened, her cheeks ablaze with a rosy hue.

She promptly averted her gaze, fixating on the scenery outside the window, her thoughts and emotions in turmoil.

Her unruly hands betrayed her nervousness, fidgeting incessantly as she tried to put some distance between herself and Zhang Wei's proposition.

"Bastard!" Mo Chen couldn't help but let out a vehement curse at Zhang Wei's audacity.

Xiong Mei, sitting in the backseat, didn't knew whether to laugh or cry.

Zhang Wei seemed to possess an unique ability for rendering women shut.

She couldn't forget the memorable encounter she'd had with him in the bathroom until today.

Then, Zhang Wei's devilish voice cut through the air once more, drawing Xiong Mei's attention. "What do you think of this car?" he asked, directing his question to her.

"Hmm? This car?" Xiong Mei paused, considering before shaking her head. "It's too big," she replied, rejecting the vehicle choice.

Zhang Wei simply nodded in response, seemingly unfazed by her decision.

His mind, however, was already calculating his next move.

Extorting a few cars from the unwitting Wang Haoron seemed like a perfectly reasonable plan to him.

After all, Zhang Wei had a peculiar way of acquiring things in life—extortion and blackmail, rather than the conventional methods of buying and owning.

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At the same time, in Wang family manor, another car was parked in a rush.

Wang Zheng and Lei Juan appeared at the same time, rushing towards the manor, escorted by the bodyguards, as another car soon followed.

"Father, why did you call us in a hurry?" Wang Zheng wiped the sweat off his forehead, and asked.

Wang Liang sat in the same rocking chair in the lawn, his expression slightly grave, "You can send back the daughter-in-law."

Lei Juan expression changed, before it turned dignified, "Okay, father." She nodded, however Wang Zheng held her hands, determined, "Father, she can be trusted! She is my wife! I would be responsible for her."

Amidst the lively day, another car hastily pulled up to the gates of the Wang family manor.

Wang Zheng and Lei Juan disembarked simultaneously, their faces marked with concern and urgency.

They were escorted by their vigilant bodyguards, and another car soon followed behind.

"Father, why did you summon us in such haste?" Wang Zheng wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and inquired, his gaze locked onto Wang Liang.

Wang Liang, seated in the same rocking chair on the lawn, wore a slightly grave expression. He leaned forward, addressing his son, "You may escort daughter-in-law back."

Lei Juan's expression shifted, her face growing serious as she nodded in understanding, "Of course, father."

However, Wang Zheng, resolute and protective, held onto his wife's hand and interjected, "Father, she can be trusted! She is my wife, and I will take full responsibility for her."

Wang Liang sighed deeply, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. "Our Wang family may be facing some deep trouble," he admitted, his voice tinged with concern.

"What!?" Wang Zheng and Lei Juan exchanged astonished glances.

It hadn't been long since the security breach at the manor, and now this?

A bad premonition hit their minds at once, as if these events were more than mere coincidences.

Wang Liang continued, "Wang Zheng, have you ever heard of the martial arts world?"

Wang Zheng's expression shifted, and he nodded solemnly, "Yes, father. During my time in the army, I had some exposure to it."

Wang Liang's grave nod mirrored his son's, "Do you remember a man named Zhang Wei? Have you ever wondered why I referred to him as 'senior'?"

Wang Zheng fell silent, his mind racing with thoughts, although he had some inkling, he wasn't entirely sure.

With a sigh, Wang Liang began to unravel the depths of the martial arts world to his son and daughter-in-law, unveiling a complex and mysterious realm previously hidden from their view.

As Wang Liang delved into the intricacies of the martial arts world, he explained the broad categorization into two main groups: Warriors and Cultivators.

Warriors were individuals who had honed their bodies through rigorous training over years, mastering ancient martial arts techniques. They were known for their physical prowess and skill in combat.

On the other hand, Cultivators were a mystical subset, blessed by the universe with the ability to tap into the energy of heaven and earth. They delved into the spiritual realm, wielding supernatural abilities beyond the comprehension of ordinary individuals.

The martial arts world had a hierarchical structure defined by the Sky List and Earth List, prestigious rankings that represented the pinnacle of martial prowess.

The Earth List was dedicated to Warriors. To secure a spot on this list, individuals had to prove their mettle and strength through battles and competitions. Only the most exceptional Warriors could earn a place among the top hundred on the Earth List.

Conversely, the Sky List was the domain of Cultivators. Here, those who had harnessed the mystic energies and honed their spiritual prowess competed to secure their positions. The Sky List was an elite group, representing the most powerful Cultivators, and like the Earth List, it had a hundred coveted spots.

To ascend in the rankings of these lists, individuals engaged in intense fights, which had to be supervised and sanctioned by the Martial Arts Association. These battles were a display of skill, strategy, and power, ultimately determining one's place among the martial arts elite.