Old Master Foster clearly hadn’t expected that his nephew, who had always seemed simple and honest, would suddenly reveal such a fierce side. Shocked and furious, he was nearly scared out of his wits; his face turned deathly pale as he leaned backward, almost fainting. Luckily, a maid nearby reacted quickly, rushing over to support him, anxiously calling out while rubbing his chest.

Even the uncle and aunt were clearly caught off guard by their son’s sudden display of ferocity. After the initial shock, a hint of delight actually appeared on their faces. Looking at Samuel Grant, who stood in the center of the room with a domineering presence, they seemed somewhat excited.

“Our son has finally made something of himself…”

“……”

“……”

“What’s the point of this? We’re all family—why let things get to this stage?”

Old Master Foster, having caught his breath, tried to persuade them bitterly, his face still pale.

“What family? What relatives?”

Samuel Grant’s imposing manner didn’t diminish in the slightest. In the eyes of everyone present, it was as if flames of energy were flickering around him, filling the inner hall with immense pressure, like being stared down by a white-browed, fierce tiger. His cold gaze swept over Carter Foster and Old Master Foster, and he shouted harshly, “You think it’s still like before? The head of the Fang family is dead. From now on, you’ll have to rely on me. I tried to talk business with you nicely, but you want to slander my father. Let me tell you straight: that land deed and business seal—you’ll hand them over whether you agree or not!”

Chapter 8: Slap Him

Faced with such ferocity and dominance, Old Master Foster was so frightened he couldn’t even speak.

Before Charles Foster revealed his cultivation talent, the old master of the Fang family had never had the chance to meet such lofty Qi Practitioners. After Charles Foster’s talent was revealed, all those high-and-mighty Qi Practitioners treated him with utmost respect—who would dare show off in front of the old man?

So, in fact, this nephew of his was the first to display the fierce might of a Qi Practitioner toward him!

Qi Practitioners were people who cultivated their innate energy to ever greater strength and used it to their advantage, exerting tremendous pressure on ordinary people. Old Master Foster, already grief-stricken and mentally exhausted from his eldest son’s untimely death, could hardly withstand such pressure. His face was as white as paper. If he hadn’t been used to dealing with important people and had good self-control, he would have fainted by now.

“Heh, Sammy, don’t scare your uncle-in-law!”

Seeing Old Master Foster so frightened, the uncle felt an indescribable satisfaction. He put on a show of scolding his son, then turned to the old master of the Fang family and said, “Brother-in-law, why can’t we just talk things over calmly? Things aren’t like they used to be. The Fang family no longer has a Qi Practitioner. From now on, our family will have to rely on my Sammy to get by. About that land deed…”

The aunt muttered quietly, “Why bother being polite with them? The Fang family always relied on that Big Brother to bully others. Now that Big Brother is dead, let’s see who’ll protect you. Hmph, even at the funeral outside, no one’s eating, and you still want to act all high and mighty?”

“B-bully? How can you say that? Our family has always…”

Old Master Foster was so angry and anxious that he couldn’t even form a complete sentence.

He truly didn’t understand. This brother-in-law of his—actually a cousin from the same clan—had come to Liuhu City years ago, fleeing a flood with his family. The Fang family had given them a house and land, ensuring they wanted for nothing. Later, when their child wanted to enter the Immortal Academy but lacked the talent, he had secretly sent a valuable gift to the academy’s master behind his own Eldest Son’s back to secure a spot. Fearing they couldn’t afford the tuition, he even gave them a ten percent share in the Twelve Linked Forts…

Such wholehearted generosity was simply because his own family had no other relatives in Liuhu, and he wanted to look after them and build good karma. Who could have imagined that now, with his own Eldest Son barely gone, they would suddenly show such ugly faces…

What baffled Old Master Foster most was that, judging by their attitude, it was as if they saw his family as enemies.

“Give… give it to them. Do whatever you want. Cough, cough, I can’t manage anymore…”

The old master of the Fang family called out repeatedly, coughing violently from time to time.

All the managers in the hall now seemed to have sewn their mouths shut, silently watching everything unfold. Not a single one spoke up to intervene. Their faces were tinged with sorrow, some with regret, some with indifference. It seemed the Fang family really was different now. If even the business of the Twelve Linked Forts could be taken away so easily, then what about the other businesses in and out of the city…

“Who said we’re giving it to them?”

Carter Foster slowly stood up, frowning. “If we give them all the business, how am I supposed to spend money?”

“What?”

The uncle’s whole family looked at him in astonishment.

The old master of the Fang family, upon hearing this, was so shocked he jumped up, grabbing Carter Foster’s sleeve and pleading, “My son, don’t fight with them. Just give it to them and send them away. Your brother is gone, and I’m counting on you to care for me in my old age. Why provoke them? If you want money to spend, there’s still some at home—just go to the treasury and take it. Whatever you do, don’t get into a fight with your cousin…”

“Father, don’t you think uncle’s whole family is acting very strangely?”