Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

Wei Wuming's expression remained unchanged, still indifferent: "Don't ask me why, this is the War God's instruction. If you have any dissatisfaction, keep it to yourself. If your father doesn't handle this matter within three days, I will personally take action!"

Wu Sicong's face turned extremely ugly. Making his father sell off the family estate and donate everything to charity—wouldn't this turn their wealthy family into paupers overnight?

The Wu Family in Jinling is also a prominent clan with wealth in the billions. How could they sell everything just like that?

He thought of his powerful uncle from the family, and his heart gained a bit of assurance. Displeased, he said, "Crown Prince, making us sell our family estate, this is absolutely impossible. Even if my father agreed, my uncle probably wouldn't agree!"

"Your uncle?" Wei Wuming raised an eyebrow, "Are you talking about Wu Jingtian?"

Wu Sicong nodded. His uncle Wu Jingtian was a Martial Arts Master. Although he himself didn't understand martial arts, he knew his uncle was a major figure in the Martial Arts World, someone held in high regard.

Usually, his uncle didn't concern himself with external affairs and rarely managed Wu Family matters. Yet, if it were a matter concerning the survival and future of the Wu Family, he would not stand idly by.

He initially thought that mentioning his uncle would change Wei Wuming's mind. Unexpectedly, Wei Wuming sneered dismissively.

"You can call your uncle Wu Jingtian right now, I'll talk to him myself!"

Wu Sicong was angered in his heart, but considering it was about the survival of the Wu Family, he still dialed Wu Jingtian's number.

"Sicong? Do you need something?"

A low male voice came from the other end, sounding a bit impatient.

Every time Wu Sicong spoke with Wu Jingtian, he felt a wave of fear. He forced a smile and said, "Uncle, the Crown Prince has something to discuss with you!"

"Crown Prince?" Wu Jingtian on the other end said, "Do you mean Wei Wuming? Alright, let him have the phone!"

Wu Jingtian's voice showed little change; in his eyes, Wei Wuming was just a junior.

As the Martial Arts Supreme, why would he care?

Everyone else was stunned. Wu Sicong had put his phone on speaker, and they all heard it clearly.

From his tone, it seemed he wasn't afraid of Wei Wuming, obviously someone with a terrifying background.

"Hello, Mr. Wu, this is Wei Wuming!"

Wei Wuming took the phone, greeting respectfully first.

"Hmm, do you have something to discuss?"

Wu Jingtian's voice was calm and unruffled, surprising everyone further, even giving Wu Sicong more confidence.

In his view, Wei Wuming was likely intimidated by Ye Qingfeng because of status. Yet, his uncle, being a great figure in martial arts, wouldn't care about status and power. He even dreamed of having his uncle avenge him.

Wei Wuming's expression turned solemn, speaking seriously, "Mr. Wu, within a week, you must sell off all your property and donate every penny to charity!"

On the other end, Wu Jingtian was silent for a few seconds before his voice turned cold.

"Wei Wuming, do you know what you are saying? Don't think that because the Wei Family has Zhu Zhusword backing you, I will fear you!"

Hearing his uncle's resolute tone, Wu Sicong became even more excited.

Yet, Wei Wuming showed no hint of anger; he calmly said, "Mr. Wu, it's not that I want to deal with you. It's just that your nephew Wu Sicong has offended someone today. This person wants you to disperse all your wealth, with a seven-day deadline!"

"Hahaha!"

Laughter erupted from the other end.

"To disperse all our wealth? What a joke! Me, Wu Jingtian, has sweeps through Jinling, who dares dictate to my Wu Family? I would like to know who Sicong offended, who dares speak so arrogantly!"

Wei Wuming's lips curled into a mocking smile, he coldly uttered three words.

"Ye Jiujie!"

"What?"

The three words from Wei Wuming caused a sudden exclamation, laced with shock and fear, from the previously calm and steady Wu Jingtian on the phone.

"What did you say? Sicong offended... Ye Jiujie?"

At this moment, Wu Jingtian's pupils contracted, heart raced uncontrollably, almost dropping the phone from his hand.

He never imagined that the person his nephew offended would actually be Ye Jiujie?

To those ordinary people who do not understand worldly matters, Ye Jiujie might just be a name. But to the Martial Arts World, this name is a living myth.

"Mr. Wu, now you should know what to do, right? If you don't handle it within a week, and Ye Jiujie takes action personally, I think you understand the consequences, don't you?"

Wei Wuming also had a constant wry smile in his heart. Facing himself, as the so-called Yanjing Crown Prince, Wu Jingtian was indifferent, but at the sound of "Ye Jiujie's" three words, Wu Jingtian's tone changed immediately. This is the vast gap.

The weight carried by the words "Ye Jiujie" is immeasurable; this is a supreme deterrent.

Silence lingered on the other end, the once arrogant Wu Jingtian now adopted a dejected and helpless tone, very bitter.

"I understand, please convey to the War God that I will handle the matters as required within a week!"

Everyone was stunned. No one understood who this "Ye Jiujie" was, why his name held such terrifying power that Wu Jingtian's attitude shifted dramatically?

Wu Sicong took back the phone reluctantly, puzzled, "Uncle, why?"

"You idiot, even daring to provoke Ye Jiujie, do you want the whole family to be buried with you?"

Wu Jingtian's furious voice came through, leaving Wu Sicong speechless and stunned.

"Uncle, who exactly is Ye Jiujie? Is he really that formidable?"

Wu Sicong couldn't understand. Ye Qingfeng was merely a youth about their age, how could he be so terrifying, even making his usually self-assured uncle so afraid?

"Formidable? You damn fool, do you know who Ye Jiujie is? If he wishes, he could annihilate us with one hand in an instant!"

"In his eyes, we are ants, trash. You provoked him; do you have a death wish?"

"I demand you return within a week to face family discipline. If Ye Jiujie is still unhappy, then step up and face the aftermath yourself, useless brat!"

After scolding, Wu Jingtian directly hung up, leaving Wu Sicong bewildered and lost.

He suddenly realized that today he had indeed provoked an extraordinarily formidable existence, overwhelmingly powerful.

The always proud him, now looked utterly desolate, stumbling out of the door, his whereabouts unknown.

Everyone was immersed in shock. That seemingly ordinary arrogant youth unexpectedly possessed such downright overwhelming strength—able to, with just a word, bring down a strong family in Jinling?

According to Wu Jingtian's words, this youth could easily wipe out a clan?