Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 335: Not Magical

It’s already too late to sever this connection.

And in front of Yang Tian, how could he act foolishly?

So Kim Gen-shuo took a deep breath and said, "Respected Mr. Yang, I’ve made a mistake in the Jin Family, but I am willing to immediately leave the Jin Family. I will stay out of it and plead with you... I also beg, as a magnanimous adult, not to implicate my family!"

"Kim Gen-shuo!"

Upon hearing Kim Gen-shuo’s words, everyone in the Binjiang Jin household suddenly exploded in anger.

Surprisingly, Yang Tian is merely one man, yet in front of the high and mighty Jin Gen-shuo of the Bangzi Kingdom, he’s suddenly so humble—completely devoid of the wild arrogance he’s shown these days while flaunting his dominance. freewebnøvel.coɱ

What’s infuriating is that when Jin Gen-shuo first married Jin Yizhen and had the Bangzi Jin Family acknowledge their ancestors, it was far from what he’s saying now!

Back then, they claimed that they were going to help the Jin Family sweep through Binjiang, becoming its number one family, even East China’s number one family, and eventually the number one family in the entire country.

But now, they’ve abandoned it—given up entirely. It’s despicable to even witness.

Nonetheless, no matter what, Jin Gen-shuo is still a major figure in the Bangzi Golden Family. Despite sharing the Jin surname, this isn’t something the Binjiang Golden Family could ever provoke!

And now that the household patriarch Jin Zhiyong’s death was looming right before their eyes, Jin Yizhen was also perpetually fearful and overwhelmed.

Thus, Jin Zhiyong’s younger brother, Jin Yizhen’s second uncle, Jin Zhirong, quickly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and nervously faced Yang Tian, saying, "Mr. Yang, this... all of this... all of this is Jin Zhiyong’s fault. I will immediately leave Binjiang."

"And then disappear, only to wait for another time where your enemies grow too numerous, and you try to return once more to the East Mountain, is that it?" Yang Tian sneered coldly.

GOO!

Jin Zhirong swallowed hard and had no answer.

In truth, he really was thinking exactly that!

During this period while leveraging their ties with the Bangzi Kingdom and the Jin Family, he had learned a few shocking truths about Yang Tian.

Yet deep in his heart, he believed himself more cunning and capable than his brother Jin Zhiyong.

Unexpectedly, he also saw the hidden crisis behind Yang Tian’s rampage today—his countless enemies!

It was precisely because of this that when the United States announced Yang Tian’s demise, he wasted no time in taking Jin Yizhen to the Bangzi Jin Family to negotiate marriage and ancestral recognition. He eventually even came back to Binjiang. On one hand, he successfully suppressed the Yang Family, and on the other, he bolstered the Jin Family!

This shift resulted in the Binjiang Jin Family leaping from its former position as a third-tier family to second-tier status, trailing only the Fan Family. Comparing his accomplishments to those of his elder brother Jin Zhiyong, Jin Zhirong far surpassed him as a patriarch!

But he wasn’t aware that Yang Tian had already found out about all of this, piece by piece, during his stay at the Eight Diagram Pavilion over the past few days. And now, seeing Jin Zhirong deliver his eloquent excuses, Yang Tian simply viewed it as a clown’s performance.

Faced with Yang Tian’s presence, Jin Zhirong was left speechless. Suddenly, Yang Tian smiled.

Upon seeing this, Jin Zhirong recoiled in terror and stumbled backward. He then stammered, "You... you intend to kill us?"

"Good! That’s exactly it!"

Yang Tian replied casually, as though sitting at Jin Zhirong’s family table. Yet his left hand rose lightly, soft as a spring breeze brushing against their faces, sweeping across the Jin Family’s domain.

Everyone of the Golden Family instantly felt as if their strength had been completely drained—they collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

Even Jin Gen-shuo and those golden masters surrounding him from the Bangzi Kingdom lost consciousness and fell in an instant.

"So... you never intended... never planned to let me leave.... You... how dare you... I am of the Jin Family—whether large or small..."

Jin Gen-shuo glared at the indifferent Yang Tian with eyes filled with resentment. Yet he lay collapsed on the ground, unable to resist any longer.

With a single smile and swift destruction, the true might of the world’s dominant power was revealed.

Nightfall grew heavier.

Yang Tian walked steadily along the path, his presence gaining density as he moved forward.

That night, his hands unleashed devastation.

But this was only the beginning. Since the restoration of his magical path, why would he hold back?

Just like the slain Jin Zhiyong once said—they had driven the Yang Family into such dire straits, never relenting. Who would have thought that Yang Tiangang would chase them out of the riverbank but spare their lives?

Their sole expectation was to wait for a weakened and unarmed Yang Family before striking again!

And so, Yang Tian vowed to kill—his next target had already been decided.

The Wang Family!

This was the very family that nearly cemented ties with the Yang Family, only to betray them during the rebellion in the southern regions. The Fan Family orchestrated a banquet at the Hong Sect’s gates, which Wang Family representatives had attended.

The so-called third betrayal compounded today’s events—they had been the first to sit on the fence.

Yang Tian would never forgive them.

One blade, one life.

Yang Tian silently stepped into the Wang Family estate. Every Wang family member who crossed his path, without exception, collapsed into a pool of blood. Their eyes widened in terror, mouths agape, but no sound escaped.

Meanwhile, Wang Jiayuan, who long considered himself wise, leisurely waved his specially-made white feather fan. He smiled as he spoke to his parents, grandchildren, and Wang Tongfang, recounting the recent successes of the Wang Family.

"Grandfather, since our return to Binjiang this time, not only have we split up the Yang Group, but we’ve elevated our Wang Tiancheng Group to unprecedented financial heights! All of this stems from grandfather’s precise decision-making." Wang Tongfang said with a grin.

Hearing this, Wang Jianyuan nodded slightly and once again shook his feather fan in an enigmatic manner. "Haha, knowing grandfather’s decisions are sharp, you must learn more from me. In ancient times, Zhuge Liang foresaw all with divine wisdom, and your grandfather Wang Jiayuan has similarly profound schemes!"

"Indeed! Grandfather’s cunning wisdom is unparalleled. Knowing the Fan Family would surely rise again, and aligning with them early on without straying toward the Li Family—that was the perfect choice. Otherwise, our Wang Family wouldn’t be where we are today!"

Wang Tongfang nodded immediately but soon furrowed his brows slightly and said, "But grandfather... the Fan Family’s stronghold in Binjiang remains steadfast, all because of the whereabouts of Yang Family’s youth being unknown. Although there are rumors of his death, if he returns... wouldn’t that be..."

"Return?"

Wang Jiayuan sneered and said, "Return sooner rather than later? After all this time? Regarding the strikes against the Yang Family, our efforts during the first half of the year were shrouded in secrecy to prevent that boy from coming back, and what happened? We nearly lost the initiative! Besides, even if he returns now, surely the Fan Family is already holding him in check. Is he capable of killing our Wang Family?"

Wang Jiayuan shook his fan again and chuckled, "The same old story! You know why grandfather didn’t approach the Rain Pavilion again after its rejection following the downfall of the Wu Family?"

"I don’t know!" Wang Tongfang replied honestly, shaking his head.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiayuan immediately displayed an "iron unworthy of steel" expression. With a sigh, he said, "Listen carefully! That boy may indeed be a dragon among men, and this old man cannot deny it! But he is a dragon—not the dragon of the nine heavens!"

"An evil dragon? What does that mean?" Wang Tongfang asked, more confused than ever.

"Think about that boy. Ever since his rise, he’s been lauded for his domineering behavior. Nowhere has he shown even an ounce of tolerance!"

Wang Jiayuan said with contempt, "Such men may be strong, but in the end, they don’t know moderation. He has made too many enemies. When manpower falters, the consequences will follow. This old man foresaw this long ago when he refused to ally with him. And look at the Yang Family’s predicament today—it was all inevitable, entirely because of him. A man like that—is he a dragon?"

"Precisely so!"

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