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Cold Family, Cold Martial Manor.
The lighting in the hall was somewhat dim, and a capable-looking middle-aged man was lost in thought as he gazed out the door.
This man was none other than Cold Family Relative, the leader of the family, Cold Wu, who had already reached the fifth stage of Martial Mastery.
“Dad, what should we do?” A robust young man beside Cold Wu asked anxiously.
Hearing this, Cold Wu withdrew his gaze and turned to look at his son.
“Xiaoyong, did you see this with your own eyes or hear it from someone else?” At that moment, there was a hint of doubt in Cold Wu's eyes.
“Oh my goodness, Dad! How many times do I have to say it? I saw it with my own eyes! Ye Tian can indeed unleash Nine Seals without any pause! What am I supposed to do?” Leng Yong was extremely helpless; he had repeated this question to his father more than five times already.
Seeing Leng Yong's expression, Cold Wu felt a surge of anger and snorted coldly, “What a useless piece of trash! So what if he can unleash Nine Seals? Are you like that Wooden Dummy, unable to move?”
Indeed, there was a world of difference between leaving marks on a Wooden Dummy and on a living person who was already a Nine-Dan Warrior.
“But Dad, I just feel like he might be hiding some trump card...” Leng Yong glanced at his father and made an excuse for being scared off by Ye Tian that day.
“Hmph, what trump card?” After hearing Leng Yong's words, Cold Wu looked at him with disappointment and said, “You're just making excuses for your cowardice that day.”
With one remark, Cold Wu understood his timid son all too well.
Realizing that his little scheme had been seen through by his father, Leng Yong rolled his eyes and said, “It's true, Dad. If you don't believe me, ask those who went with me that day. The look in Ye Tian's eyes was simply...”
“Shut up!” Cold Wu interrupted Leng Yong: “As a late-stage Nine-Dan Warrior, you were actually scared off by a Sixth-Stage Martial Artist. If this gets out, how am I supposed to maintain my reputation in the Cold Family!
Seeing his father truly angry, Leng Yong could only timidly retreat to the side and remain silent.
The hall fell into silence, with only the howling cold wind outside.
Leng Yong occasionally stole glances at his father while fidgeting with his fingers, feeling increasingly impatient.
"I heard that the reward for this Martial Arts Selection Tournament is a copy of Skyward Martial Arts. Hehe, such a reward is indeed extraordinary!" Finally, Cold Wu spoke up.
"Yes, Father, so you need to think of a way quickly. There are only two days until Nine Seals. If we give him more time to develop during the Martial Arts Selection Tournament, who knows what level he could reach," Leng Yong quickly chimed in when he saw Cold Wu speaking.
"Hehe, what? Without him, do you think you can achieve final victory in the Martial Arts Selection Tournament?" Cold Wu shot a sarcastic glance at Leng Yong.
"..." Leng Yong was left speechless by his father's words and could only stare blankly.
"You think I don't know? Your mind isn't on the Martial Arts Selection Tournament at all; what you really care about is getting the top spot among the Cold Family Relatives to win over Cold Frost that girl!"
"This..." Leng Yong's little scheme was exposed, and he stammered, unsure how to respond.
"Ambitious yet lacking vision!" After giving Leng Yong a disdainful look, Cold Wu stood up and walked toward the hall exit.
Seeing this, Leng Yong hurriedly followed and casually picked up the tea bowl from the table.
"Father, please have some tea," Leng Yong offered eagerly.
Cold Wu took the tea bowl and sighed helplessly, saying, "If you put all this thought into martial arts, you would never just be a Nine-Dan Warrior."
Seeing his father finally relent, Leng Yong secretly rejoiced because based on past experience, accepting this tea bowl meant that his father was preparing to help him. So he no longer urged him but quietly stood by waiting.
Finally, Cold Wu spoke after taking a sip of tea.
"There are indeed ways to go about it, but whether they will succeed is uncertain."
Upon hearing this, Leng Yong immediately became excited. "Father, tell me what the plan is."
"If you were to confront him now, do you have confidence in defeating him?" Cold Wu looked at Leng Yong, his eyes shining with a flicker of determination, clearly having formed an idea.
"Well..." Leng Yong seemed to be deep in thought. After a moment, he declared firmly, "I can definitely defeat him!" During the brief hesitation, the terrifying gaze of Ye Tian flashed in his mind. However, at the same time, the stunning beauty of Cold Frost also appeared before him. Driven by his desire for Cold Frost and knowing he was three levels above Ye Tian, he gritted his teeth and summoned his resolve.
"That's my good son!" Cold Wu nodded in satisfaction.
"However, Father, don't underestimate him. He is a genius who can complete Nine Seals in just two days! And there are still four months until the Martial Arts Selection Tournament!" Leng Yong expressed his concerns.
Hearing Leng Yong's worries, a sly expression that was quite uncharacteristic of his usually composed demeanor appeared on Cold Wu's face. He said mysteriously, "That kid may be a genius and capable of Two Days Nine Seals, but this time we won't give him the chance to cultivate!"
"Father, please clarify how we won't give him the opportunity?" Leng Yong pressed for more details.
"Hehe, let me ask you this: what kind of role do I play among the Cold Family Relatives?" Cold Wu asked with a smug look.
"Needless to say, you are the one who holds all the power!" Without any pretense, Leng Yong stated this truth. Indeed, Cold Wu's influence among the Cold Family Relatives was immense.
"In that case, if I wanted to hold a selection for the Martial Arts Selection Tournament among all the Cold Family Relatives, would anyone dare to oppose me?" Cold Wu asked with a sinister smile, as if he were addressing all the Cold Family Relatives.
"Ah! I understand now!" Leng Yong exclaimed as realization dawned on him. "Father wants to hold a selection among all the Cold Family Relatives immediately, and only the final victor will qualify for the Martial Arts Selection Tournament, right?"
"Smart! From my analysis, that old fox Cold Boyuan gave Ye Tian a status as a Cold Family Relative precisely because he doesn't want to marry Cold Frost off to you. But this works out better; we can use his status to our advantage!" After saying this, Cold Wu gazed into the distance toward Cold Bo Yuan Mansion, his eyes gleaming with intent as if he had already begun a game of strategy from afar.
"Father is indeed a man of great talent and vision. If I can learn even a fraction of it, I would be content!" Leng Yong began to flatter.
"Heh heh, it's just about competing for a young lady; how can that be considered great talent and vision?" Cold Wu said, but the pride on his face betrayed him. Clearly, Leng Yong's flattery was very much to his liking.
"Xiaoyong, among the Cold Family Relatives, your strength is currently the greatest. You should be able to secure the top spot in this selection competition without a doubt, right?"
"Of course, Father can rest assured."
After Leng Yong finished speaking, the father and son exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.
...
In the Cold Family Garden, in the conference hall.
The conference hall was quite spacious, with a crimson carpet covering the floor. There were thirteen chairs arranged in two rows facing each other, plus one at the head.
At this moment, all the seats were filled. Cold Boyuan sat at the highest position, while the others present were all significant figures within the Cold Family.
"What does everyone think about this matter?" Cold Wu's sharp gaze swept over everyone.
He occupied the fourth chair, with only Cold Boyuan, Cold Bo Stone, and Leng Bo Feng above him.
"Uh..."
Aside from those three and Guard Captain Wu Tianci, the other eight lowered their heads in a hurry upon meeting Cold Wu's gaze, stammering in fear.
These eight individuals were all in charge of matters concerning the Cold Family Relatives, and Cold Wu held significant power among them. Therefore, although Cold Wu's proposal was extremely unfair, no one dared to voice any objections at that moment.
After a moment of silence in the room, Cold Wu chuckled and turned to the foremost Cold Boyuan, saying, "Since Cold Family Relative has no objections, Brother Two, you shouldn't oppose this either, right?"
The reason Cold Wu's gaze lingered on Cold Boyuan was that he looked down on Cold Bo Stone and Leng Bo Feng. Although their seats ranked above his, in terms of real power, they were far inferior to him.
"Fifth Brother, this matter is inappropriate!" Cold Boyuan met the former's gaze and replied coldly.
"Fifth Brother" is not a homophone; although there are distinctions between the legitimate and collateral branches of the Cold Family, they still share blood ties. According to seniority, Cold Wu is indeed the fifth.
Upon hearing this, Cold Wu frowned slightly. "Oh? What is inappropriate?"
At this moment, Cold Wu felt displeased. He had thought that Cold Family Relative would not dare to voice any opposition, so he assumed that Cold Boyuan would also refrain from participating in this matter. To his surprise, he stood up to oppose it.
"The purpose of the Martial Arts Selection Tournament over the years has been to encourage the training of younger generations. Your current actions are simply extinguishing the hopes of those with weaker abilities," Cold Boyuan stated.
"Hmph! In the Martial Sovereign realm, strength is paramount. Those who are weak should be self-aware and not embarrass our Cold Family at the Martial Arts Selection Tournament!" Cold Wu retorted with righteous indignation.
"Fifth Brother, your words are a bit excessive. Don't forget, you also started as a first-tier martial artist and worked your way up!" Cold Boyuan's expression was sharp as he struck at Cold Wu's sore spot.
In the past, Cold Wu had mediocre talent and took an entire year to progress from a first-tier martial artist to a second-tier one. Although he later caught up due to his extraordinary perseverance, during that year, he was ridiculed by everyone.
"Crack!"
Cold Wu snapped the armrest of his purple Rosewood chair in anger and stood up abruptly, seemingly forcing the words out through clenched teeth. "Brother Two, what do you mean by that? Are you trying to see if I'm still that useless person who could be bullied back then?"
The atmosphere in the room instantly dropped to freezing point with those words. The two men stared at each other, their eyes filled with fighting spirit.
Given such a situation, others could no longer remain silent. Cold Bo Stone stood up to block their line of sight and said, "We're all family here; aren't you afraid of being laughed at? In my opinion, let's just vote on this matter. There's no need for brothers to fall out over such trivial issues."
Cold Boyuan sighed lightly. Cold Bo Stone said this because he still did not know the ambitions of Cold Wu and Wu Tianci, and still regarded him as a member of the Cold Family.
"Forget it, there's no need for that. Let's do as he says." Cold Boyuan understood in his heart that raising his hand to vote and directly agreeing were no different, but since his elder brother, who never participated in family disputes, had spoken, he had no choice but to give face.
"Hehe, Brother Two understands reason. Cold Wu will apologize for his earlier actions." Cold Wu sneered, saying this sarcastically.
"Fifth Brother, I just want you to remember how much you longed for such an opportunity when you were weak back then!"
After saying this, Cold Boyuan flicked his sleeve and strode out, not looking back as he walked toward the hall.
'Crack crack...'
Cold Wu's face turned pale as he watched Cold Boyuan's departing figure. His fists tightened more and more, even making cracking sounds.
However, he soon returned to normal, coldly smiling to himself: "Be arrogant; let's see how long you can be arrogant. Hehe, within two years, I will definitely make you a lost dog!"
Thinking of this, he slowly relaxed his fists, and at that moment, the handle he had been gripping had already turned to dust and was slowly falling away.
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