Chapter Thirteen: Wrath Is Hard to Bear

  Silence!

  The entire hall was silent, with everyone staring at Wei Hong like a monster, even Sun Bo's eyes showed a hint of emotion for the first time, and although it seemed like a long time had passed, in reality, it was only a matter of a few breaths.

  No one expected Wei Hong to leave immediately, and no one expected Wei Heng to take action directly. As a result, even Sun Bo couldn't come to the rescue in time. However, by the time he reacted, Wei Heng had already been blown away.

  "Ah!"

  Wei Hong let out a long sigh, his face slightly pale, the last blow had consumed a great deal of his energy and martial arts power, but the effect was quite good.

  Wei Hong glanced at Wei Heng faintly, then shifted his gaze back to Sun Bo: "Sun Bo, this matter is indeed true. As for how I killed those people, that's my secret and I'm not convenient to speak of it directly. However, in the end, I still hope that the Council of Elders will take this matter seriously."

  After finishing speaking, Wei Hong was about to leave, but Wei Heng suddenly gained strength from somewhere and stood up fiercely, shouting: "Wei Hong, you actually dare to be disobedient, don't you know how to surrender?"

  Wei Hong's footsteps stopped, and he looked at Wei Heng with disdain, saying: "Idiot."

  "You..." Wei Heng suddenly felt a surge of blood and qi, and turned his gaze to Sun Bo. Just as he was about to speak, Sun Bo opened his mouth and said: "Guards, take Wei Heng away to rest. As an official, he actually dared to act arbitrarily. From now on, strip Wei Heng of his official position."

  As soon as Sun Bo's voice fell, Wei Heng revealed a hint of astonishment, and then his breath could no longer be controlled. He spat out several mouthfuls of blood with a "pu" sound and fainted.

  "Sun Bo, Wei Heng may have acted rashly, but he also did it for the good of the Wei family. Is this punishment not too severe?" The Second Elder, Wei Wuyue, changed his expression upon hearing Sun Bo's words and hastily said.

  "Hmph, what's Wei Heng's intention, you're clearer about it than I am. His own son lost in a martial arts match and he wants to take matters into his own hands, bullying the younger generation. Not having him punished at the Punishment Hall is already being lenient." Sun Bo said coldly, casting a glance at the Second Elder.

  It turned out that Wei Heng was the father of Wei Bao. When he learned that Wei Hong had injured his own son, he naturally became angry and wanted to teach Wei Hong a lesson. However, what he didn't expect was that instead, he ended up being taught a lesson by Wei Hong.

  "It's still too weak!" Wei Hong thought back to the recent battle, his heart unsatisfied. Wei Heng was only a third-class warrior, and with his current strength, even if he used all his might, he could only use it three times.

  Must reach Wu Zhe San Pin as soon as possible, otherwise, in the martial arts competition a month later, other members of the Wei family may not be able to surpass him, except for Wei Wuyou, and that cheap brother, Wei Song, the strength of others is not necessarily weak.

  Wei Hong thought this way, his footsteps quickened again, preparing to return to his own small courtyard, tell Xiao Ye a word, and then continue to the Hengshan Mountains. Only through training can one's strength be further improved.

  As soon as he entered his own courtyard, Wei Hong was slightly stunned to see a woman in her thirties standing inside. At this moment, she heard the sound of Wei Hong's footsteps and turned around, revealing none other than Wei Hong's mother, Song Jia, whom he had never met before.

  Wei Hong's mind was uncertain, what this woman came for, flipping through past memories, in memory, but never felt Song Jia's maternal love for herself, so Wei Hong just looked at Song Jia lightly.

  Song Jia saw that Wei Hong didn't salute her, but instead had a cold expression. She felt slightly displeased in her heart, but she didn't take it to heart and instead stared tightly at Wei Hong, opening her mouth to say: "You defeated Wei Bao?"

  "It's just a coincidence." Wei Hong said in a low voice, unable to fathom Song Jia's intentions.

  Wei Hong looked at him with a look of unfamiliarity, and Song Jia's anger grew. However, remembering the purpose of today's visit, Song Jia suppressed his anger and said: "One month from now will be our Wei family's grand competition. This competition not only affects your chances of advancing to the main house but also concerns the dispute over the position of the head of the household. Your father is a first-rate martial artist, but three years ago in the Xiangshan Mountains, he was ambushed and his body has yet to recover. In this situation, our Weilintown Wei family must determine an heir to the position of head of the household ahead of time, so that we can cultivate them with all our might and lead our Wei family towards greatness."

  At this point, Song Jia fixed his gaze on Wei Hong and said: "The successor to the family head must meet two conditions. First, he must be between 12 and 16 years old, as this age group has the most potential for cultivation. Second, he must excel in terms of natural talent and character compared to his peers. Currently, there are only two strong contenders for the position: one is Wei Wu You, and the other is your older brother Wei Song. However, others also have a chance, such as the eldest elder's grandson Wei Ming, as well as those slightly older like Wei Cheng and Wei Hui. As for the other young masters of the Wei family, it's possible that new talents will emerge."

  Song Jia told him about the situation of the Wei family's big comparison, and he understood Song Jia's intentions a little better, but still asked: "Then what is your intention?"

  Song Jia was about the same age as her previous life, so she asked Wei Hong to call his mother, but he couldn't really do it, and only used a respectful word.

  "I want you to be a strong competitor with your elder brother, and take him down one by one." Song Jia said calmly, staring tightly at Wei Hong without paying attention to his tone.

  "My strength may not be enough to defeat others." Wei Hong said with a hint of disgust and a slightly perfunctory tone, as he listened to Song Jia's words.

  "This is not a problem, just do your best and try to consume Wei Wu You and others as much as possible. After all, these people are all powerful contenders for the position of head of the household, which belongs to your elder brother. In the end, help your elder brother take the position of head of the household, and then you will become a knife in your elder brother's hand, cutting off all opposing forces and letting your elder brother sit firmly in the position of head of the household." Song Jia had already heard about Wei Hong's performance on the competition stage, so although Wei Hong may not be able to defeat everyone, at least he can become a powerful helper for Wei Song.

  Wei Hong's face changed, and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes. If Song Jia had only asked for help, Wei Hong might have helped out of respect for this body. However, Song Jia's words sparked anger in Wei Hong's heart.

  If it's as Song Jia said, then for the rest of his life, he would basically be under Wei Song's shadow. Let alone pursuing martial arts, he might not even have freedom in the future. This was something that Wei Hong could not agree to.

  "Sorry, this matter is hard to get around, my ambition is to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts, I won't be able to stay in Songlin Town forever." Wei Hong suppressed his anger and gazed at Song Jia lightly, saying softly.

  "Pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts?" Song Jia shook her head disdainfully and said: "You only broke through to Martial Artist Second Rank by relying on luck, with your talent, no matter how hard you try, you can at most advance to Martial Artist Third Rank. You still want to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts? Wake up!"

  "No matter what, I won't stay in Songlin Town for a lifetime." Wei Hong shook his head slightly and said firmly.

  "You..." Song Jia's anger could no longer be controlled, and she slapped her hand towards Wei Hong's face, but was blocked by him. He grasped her arm, shook it off, and calmly said: "I have the right to make my own choices."

  "You're driving me crazy! I've never had a disobedient son like you!" Song Jia looked at Wei Hong as if he were a stranger, shouting angrily, and then stormed out of the courtyard.