Protect Our Clan Leader

This woman has enormous potential for cultivation.

Moreover, she is only twenty-three years old and has already reached the Vital Energy Refining Realm’s Level Three. Although her cultivation base is not as superior as those with the bloodline of the clan, the difference is not significant. Therefore, her talent is not weak, and she must be extraordinarily diligent.

Wang Zhong, standing by the side, chuckled after coming out of his shock: “Wang Mei, I have seen your disguise art before, but never as impressive as it is today. Well done.”

‘Uncle Zhong, it’s just that I’ve always had ordinary looks, thus developed a liking for makeup as a child and used it for my entertainment. This simple skill is nothing worthy of the stage,” Wang Mei, with her melodious voice and dazzling eyes, interrupted Wang Zhong, “it’s nothing more than a parlor trick.”

Wang Zhong’s heartbeat quickened, and he turned away, breathless, “Wang Mei, you shouldn’t speak so, I already have a wife and children.”

If he, a man in his thirties or forties, wasn’t very familiar with Wang Mei, he would doubtless have succumbed.

Wang Shouzhe chuckled, wondering if Wang Zhong was suggesting he would accept her advances if he didn’t have a wife and children.

“Very well, I’ll assign this mission to Wang Mei.” Wang Shouzhe coughed and continued solemnly, “Wang Zhong, you have always been steady. You will be in charge of the overall intelligence operation. You can request personnel from the family for assistance. You must take care of Wang Mei’s safety, and don’t take excessive risks to complete the mission.”

“Understood,” Wang Zhong responded were a solemn bow, serious as ever.

“WangMei,” Wang Shouzhe addressed, “Your disguise art, though seemingly trivial, will prove to be a powerful tool if used well. However, you should lay off the excessive makeup and avoid overdramatizing your feminine fragility. While this could deceive naive youngsters, it might fail miserably against the wily old foxes of the martial arts world.”

Then, Wang Shouzhe shared some theoretical principles he had learned from his last life, casually sharing tips on the cultivation of an elegant lady and how to appear unfathomably deep through seemingly accidental behaviour.

How to resist while seeming to accept, to accept while seeming to resist, to stay close yet distant, to maintain a distance yet appear close!

In Wang Shouzhe’s second life, such things were plentiful. There were even special training classes for the cultivation of elite ladies, and worse yet, various PUA (Pick-Up Artist) trainings and practices.

Having been exposed to these principles, his understanding was much more advanced and extensive than Wang Mei’s.

As Wang Mei listened, her eyes gleamed brighter and brighter. The Family Head had opened up a new world before her, with vast opportunities awaiting her. However, Wang Zhong and Wang Gui became increasingly terrified as they listened, shuddering with fear.

If Wang Mei could indeed accomplish as the Family Head said, would there be any hope left for men? Would she not be toying with them, leaving them at her mercy?

“Also, remember one more thing. You can’t let your targets achieve their goals,” Wang Shouzhe advised, “Firstly, you are a member of the Wang family. I wouldn’t want you to sacrifice yourself to this extent. Secondly, whatever men can’t possess is often what they find most beautiful, allowing them endless space for imagination. This rule might come in handy for your future operations.”

“I shall abide by the Family Head’s teachings,” Wang Mei responded with respect. It was not without reason that he was the Family Head. His deep understanding of human nature and far-sighted plans was truly remarkable. And she was touched by his caring considerations for her safety.

After receiving their assignments, Wang Zhong and Wang Mei excused themselves.

“Wang Gui, go call Wang Yong, Wang Wu, and Wang An,” Wang Shouzhe commanded.

To his surprise, Wang Gui, usually a sycophant, remained silent, standing dumbstruck as if his mind was occupied with the memory of Wang Mei, which provoked Wang Shouzhe to reprimand him, “Show some ambition, would you?”

“Family Head, my apologies,” Wang Gui quickly begged for mercy and then voiced his expectation, “Family Head, do you think there is any chance between me and Mei? Considering our status in the family…”

“Hmm,” Wang Shouzhe sneered, shooting him a stare, “Wake up. I can tell that Wang Mei is not the kind to settle for a housewife’s life. Her ambitions are far greater than you can imagine. You aren’t capable of taming her. If you want to settle down, I’ll help you explore potential matches from the side lineage of the Ancestor’s bloodline. Now, quit dallying and get to work.”

“Yes, Family Head,” Wang Gui responded promptly, then scurried off to perform his duties.

In the meantime, Wang Shouzhe brewed himself a pot of Spiritual Tea and leisurely sipped it, calming his mind. To his surprise, such an enchanting woman as Wang Mei emerged among the household troops.

If he had not taken over as the head of the family, and the relatively conservative Wang Dingyue had remained in charge, Wang Mei’s unusual talent would probably have remained hidden, even her talent might not have been discovered at all.

But since Wang Shouzhe had discovered such a rare gem, he could not let her talents go to waste. To deal with the young disciples of the Liu and Zhao clans was just a practice run for Wang Mei to sharpen her skills.

After this round, he would have to build a thorough intelligence agency centered around Wang Mei, a secret agency belonging to him.

However, it’s too early to discuss this matter as it depends on her performance this time.

He decided to set the topic aside temporarily.

Later, several household troops, including Wang Yong, reported and received assignments one after another, busying themselves with their respective duties.

Meanwhile, Wang Shouzhe had some free time.

As the Family Head, he, of course, could not and should not intervene in everything. Personal involvement in all matters would merely undermine their abilities and restrict his resources.

Just at that moment,

A voice came from outside the door: “Is the Family Head in? This is Wang Xiaoyu, the maid from Miss Luoyi’s room.”

“Come in,” Wang Shouzhe said.

From the side hall entrance, a young maid of about eighteen or nineteen years old came in. She was quite attractive, far more so than Wang Mei. But compared to the allure of Wang Mei, who had used dark magic, they were not on the same level.

One had to admit that one of the three major dark arts – the art of make-up – was indeed terrifying.

Wang Xiaoyu dare not lift her head to look at Wang Shouzhe, she respectfully said, “Xiaoyu pays respect to the Family Head. Miss Luoyi sent me over to ask if you have time to dine with her, she mentioned that it’s been some days since she last saw you.”

Wang Luo Yi.

She was Wang Shouzhe’s full-blooded sister. Within his memory, the two of them had lost their mother at a young age, thus fostered a deep bond, clinging to each other for comfort.

Suddenly, a wave of longing surged in his heart. He nodded before saying, “Go back and tell sister, I will come over once I finish getting ready.”

Wang Xiaoyu took the order and left.

Under Wang Gui’s service, Wang Shouzhe washed his face, straightened his clothes, and took a glance at his own reflection in a large bronze mirror. Hmm, his appearance seemed quite heroic and exceptional, exuding youthful vigor while also possessing a sense of restraint, it was a good look.

If he had this appearance and temperament on Earth, Wang Shouzhe suspected he could make a living just with his looks.

Wang Shouzhe grabbed a few pieces of Spiritual Tea, a few sea delicacies brought back by Hundred Islands Guard, and some golden pearls infused with slight spiritual energy. With gifts in hand, Wang Gui carried them as he leisurely walked away.

The Main Residence, initially planned and built by Old Ancestor Zhou Xuan with long-term considerations, was large. The living quarters of his sister Wang Luoyi were rather quiet and secluded, it would take more than fifteen minutes to walk there.

There were many plants in the residence. It was verdant everywhere, particularly some ancient types of trees that were planted previously which had grown into towering trees after more than a hundred years. Their canopies provided continuous shade, providing a cool environment even under the sun.

This fully embodied the principle of one generation planting trees and the next generation enjoying the shade.

The deeper into the residence towards the mountain range you went, the quieter it got. This section was mostly occupied by the younger girls and boys of the household. Besides the ones who were too young and lived with their parents, the rest lived independently.

Beyond the courtyard, there were small ponds, rockeries, flower gardens and so forth. Pavilions and corridors were scattered around, the scenery was quite elegant.

Wang Shouzhe was taking a leisurely stroll, enjoying the rare tranquility just then.

Suddenly.

Noisy sounds came from the front.

“Wang Shoulian, you’re doomed if you lose!” A somewhat domineering voice of

a little girl sounded.

“Brother Five, come on, I’m rooting for you, it’d be too embarrassing if you lose to Brother Six.” Another familiar voice of a girl spoke, well, it was Wang Luo Jing’s voice.

Meanwhile.

The sounds of punches and kicks colliding, impacts of strong qi made by the two girls could be heard.

Are Fifth and Sixth having a sparring match.

Among the male descendants of the Ping’an Wang family with the moniker of

‘Shou’, there were a total of seven, from the eldest Wang Shouxin to the youngest Wang Shouye. Wang Shouzhe was only the fourth in line, with three younger brothers behind him.

Currently, the two sparring were his Fifth brother, Wang Shou Yong and Sixth brother, Wang Shoulian.

Such was the way of life in notable families. The older the family lineage, the greater the age difference within a generation.

Wang Shouzhe gave a soft chuckle. He wouldn’t join the bustling scene as it might make them feel constrained.

He was about to discreetly slip away when he heard Wang Licui, the eldest girl, saying, “Wang Shou Yong, Wang Shoulian, have you guys skipped meals? Both of you are limp and soft, what kind of men are you?”

Big girl, don’t mess around,” Wang Shou Yong called out, “If you think you can do better, go ahead!”

“Exactly, Big girl, you should refer to us as uncles!” Wang Shoulian, while still fighting, chimed in, “We’re senior to you.”

“Hmph, what use is there being a senior? I gave you my dried fish for free, and yet there’s no increase in your strength,” Wang Licui sighed heavily, “Sigh, how are you guys supposed to defeat the Great Demon King Fourth Uncle in this state?”

Fourth Uncle…

Great Demon King?

Wang Shouzhe touched his nose in confusion, when did he get this nickname?