Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"Brother Zhou, your kindness is something I, Qike, will never forget. If I get the chance, I will definitely repay you!"

If the last time Fang Jueyu helped Qike earn several million cosmic coins was just a slight favor, this time it was practically a life-saving grace.

The Level 5 Genetic Transition Potion was enough to give him a few more chances when trying to break through to a Transcender. Once he became a Transcender, he would no longer be limited by lifespan and would rise to become one of the top beings in the universe.

"City Lord, you're being too polite. My only talent is spending money on my friends!" Fang Jueyu laughed, "You should hurry and get your injuries treated. That old bastard didn't hold back. I'll handle things here myself."

"Alright, once I'm healed, we'll drink together again." Qike casually tore open a rift in the space around him, took a step, and vanished from sight.

"Truly an admirable ability," Fang Jueyu said with a longing gaze. "It's like Doraemon's anywhere door."

"What's so great about that? With your family's resources and wealth, you could try breaking through to a Controller in just a few hundred years."

"Come on, a few hundred years? I'm only in my twenties now, easy for you to say!"

...

"Did you just hear that? I think the City Lord called him Gambling God Zhou Brother?"

"I heard it too, but why are they calling each other brothers? Their ages must differ by at least a few thousand times!"

"You know nothing. With such a powerful Transcender backing him, our City Lord may be formidable, but he's merely a free Martial Artist without any background. Of course, he wants to befriend someone like the Gambling God."

"Makes sense, the Gambling God's connections are truly unfathomable!"

The surrounding people overheard Fang Jueyu and Qike's conversation, which deepened their respect for Fang Jueyu. Talent, background, wealth—this kind of person was terrifying.

"How could this be?" In the corner, the Martial Artist named Shan Dun, who had threatened Fang Jueyu some time ago, looked ashen-faced.

Last time he was publicly humiliated by Fang Jueyu, he certainly couldn't swallow his pride and was planning to settle scores when Fang Jueyu left the city.

But today he saw these unbelievable events unfold.

Since that Transcender from the Carlos Family, named Ozke, appeared in the city, he had witnessed everything. Even a Transcender ended up like this, so what could a mere Controller like him amount to?

Though he knew such methods must come at a high price and that Fang Jueyu wouldn't use them lightly, he couldn't take the gamble!

Ozke was a Transcender, and that robed figure had shown mercy by only punching him once, yet he was nearly beaten half to death.

If it had been him, he probably couldn't withstand even the mere presence of a Transcender. The aura alone could scatter his soul.

"I must be insane to think of exacting revenge on such a person," Shan Dun thought momentarily, feeling fortunate to have witnessed today's events, sparing him from unimaginable consequences.

"Go! Leave this planet immediately, stay far away from him!" Now, Shan Dun was no longer concerned about seeking trouble with Fang Jueyu, but rather whether Fang Jueyu would come looking for him.

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"Make way, make way!" Just as Qike City Lord left, a group dressed in "Casa Stone Workshop" uniforms rushed to the plaza, led by none other than Carlos.

Upon hearing the news of his ancestor arriving on this planet, he immediately gathered people to join, eager to witness Fang Jueyu's downfall. This was the consequence of offending their "Casa Stone Workshop."

In his mind, even if Zhou Runfa was incredibly skilled, with a Transcender arriving, he surely had ten lives and deserved to die. But he couldn't have imagined that the person now lying unconscious on the ground was his ancestor.

In contrast, Fang Jueyu stood calmly in front of them, his pajamas—though styled oddly—unblemished, a sign he was unharmed.

"'Casa Stone Workshop' people have arrived!"

"They still dare to come? If not for Carlos's reckless provocation against the Gambling God, none of this would've happened!"

"Exactly, self-made misfortune can't be lived down, they even dragged their own ancestor into it."

"What's going on?" The marketplace where "Casa Stone Workshop" was located was some distance from this commercial hub, so they had no idea what transpired in those few short minutes.

Seeing their ancestor lying there, life or death unknown, and hearing the whispers from the crowd, he quickly gathered what had happened.

"He could actually summon a Transcender-level Martial Artist!" Terror suddenly took root in Carlos's heart.

His family was indeed powerful, with more than one Transcender besides Ozke. But as a mere Pupil Skill family, their main focus was on cultivating Pupil Skills, with combat being secondary, so the family's Transcender couldn't be much stronger than Ozke.

For Zhou Runfa to casually summon a Transcender's shadow that could beat Ozke into this state within minutes spoke volumes. Whether it was Zhou Runfa or the divine civilization, Carlos couldn't provoke them!

"It's over, absolutely doomed!" The losses at the workshop were unresolved, and their family's Transcender lay gravely injured. If the family's elders learned of this, even if Carlos wasn't expelled, his inheritance rights would certainly be lost.

"Someone, quickly carry the ancestor back!" Carlos ordered, unable to face staying any longer.

"Hold on!" Fang Jueyu blocked his way. "Did I say you could just take him away?"

"You... you're pushing things too far," Carlos gritted his teeth in response.

"Come on, I am pushing things too far. What, you want to bite me?" Fang Jueyu admitted, if he decided to act shamelessly, there was little anyone could do to him.

Carlos had only brought security personnel from the workshop, whose strength at best was merely at the Divine Ability User level.

Although Fang Jueyu's side had only two Divine-level bodyguards, thinking that was all he had was a big mistake.

"What are you looking at? Want me to call out the head of my security team to chat with you?"

"You... what do you want!" Carlos was utterly defeated, unable to outsmart or outfight him.

"I was sleeping soundly, and you all woke me up. Is asking for compensation for my emotional distress too much?" Fang Jueyu was by now quite adept with the phrase "emotional distress compensation."

On Earth, he couldn't count how many people he'd charged for "emotional distress." This was his first time extorting from a cosmic civilization, and he found it somewhat thrilling.

"How much do you want!" Carlos knew he wasn't qualified to set terms.

"Forget it. You bunch of paupers who can barely cobble together ten million cosmic coins, not enough to fill the gap in my teeth." Fang Jueyu pointed at Ozke, "I think his clothes are nice. You, strip him of his clothes for me!"

"What?" Carlos's face changed. Zhou Runfa dared to demand he strip his ancestor's clothes?

Even Ozke, lying on the ground, breathed more heavily. If anger could kill, Fang Jueyu wouldn't know how many times over he'd be dead by now.

"What, you refuse?" Fang Jueyu shot him a glare.

Thinking of that incredibly powerful robed figure, Ozke deflated instantly, using his last bit of strength to say weakly, "Take it off... give... give it to him!"

"And the ring on his finger, I want that too. Strip it all!"

"The jewelry around his neck looks nice, leave that too!"

"Forget it, leave him with just his underwear, everything else counts as my emotional distress!"