Sure enough, as soon as he entered the residence, he heard Samuel Bennett boasting loudly about the many benefits of the “Wolf King’s Blood” in his hand.

“Elder Qing Xiao, think about it. Rather than letting ‘Jun Tian’ get kicked out of the competition, why not give this spot to my son Edward Bennett? And you’ll receive this Wolf King essence blood of the ‘Renwu Realm’—we each get what we want, so why not? Besides, I’ll throw in a bag of medicinal herbs, worth at least 10 medium-grade Blood Crystal Coins.”

“Blood Crystal Coins” are the common currency in Zhao State, forged by experts who fuse the blood of fierce beasts into ores containing “heaven and earth energy.”

They are divided into five grades: inferior, medium, superior, excellent, and supreme. Inferior Blood Crystal Coins are not only the main currency in circulation, functioning much like the RMB, but can also be absorbed by martial artists for cultivation.

Medium-grade Blood Crystal Coins are much rarer; ordinary people mostly use substandard Blood Crystal Coins. As for superior Blood Crystal Coins, the bloodline energy within is especially pure—William Bennett has lived fifteen years and has never seen one. The exchange rate between each grade is 1:1000.

“Samuel Bennett, what nonsense are you spouting? Even if William gets kicked out, that’s still a right my son Charles Bennett deserves. I will not deprive him of his right to compete. Take your worthless junk and get lost!” Charles Bennett raised his voice. After all, Charles Bennett had always been fiercely protective of his own.

Besides, William Bennett was already a “pain” in his heart, and Samuel Bennett was clearly trying to provoke him. Moreover, Samuel Bennett had recently gained a lot of support within the clan, and his son Edward Bennett was proving himself—his bloodline ability test that morning had actually reached 30 units.

According to the four bloodline energy grades—A, B, C, and D—30 units of bloodline energy qualifies as a B-grade bloodline, just short of reaching the clan’s highest A-grade.

You have to know, the clan leader Robert Bennett’s son Thomas Bennett is definitely considered a prodigy among the younger generation of Qingmu City, and even his bloodline energy only reached 40 units, which is “A-grade.” Most clan members’ bloodline energy falls between 10 and 20; a “B-grade” bloodline like 30 is extremely rare.

A “B-grade bloodline,” barring any major issues, can at least be cultivated to the “peak of the Earth Martial Realm.” Such experts are hard to find even in all of Qingmu City; even the head of the The Bennett Residence family, Robert Bennett, is only at the lower “Earth Martial Realm” level, so Edward Bennett’s future is limitless.

Furthermore, Charles Bennett had heard some gossip. The attempt to kick Charles Bennett out of the committee was most likely related to Samuel Bennett. Naturally, Charles Bennett would not “look kindly” on his rival. For the sake of his son, he certainly wouldn’t show him any courtesy.

“Charles Bennett, don’t be so shameless. Your useless son is as weak as an ant, occupying a spot and doing nothing. What are you so arrogant about? Bah!” Samuel Bennett’s voice was full of biting sarcasm.

Bang! Bang! Two sharp, violent crashes sounded, shaking the floor, and a surge of wild, chaotic energy burst out from the house.

William Bennett saw two dark figures thrown out—it was naturally his father’s doing, tossing Samuel Bennett and Edward Bennett out.

His father was a supreme “Renwu Realm” expert, while Samuel Bennett was a bit weaker, only at the superior Renwu Realm, so he was no match for his father. As a result, the father and son were tossed out like rubber balls, rolling on the ground in a sorry state.

At the same time, a burlap sack was also hurled out, its medicinal herbs scattering everywhere like a goddess scattering flowers, nearly burying Samuel Bennett and his son alive under the pile.

“Heh, how do you two like the taste of rolling on the ground?” William Bennett stood in the courtyard, looking mockingly at the disheveled Samuel Bennett and his son.

“William Bennett, even without a competition spot, I can still fight my way to the top of the preparatory disciples. Then, I’ll earn the right to challenge for the Wood-level disciple rank. When that time comes, I’ll use my fists to show you that you’re nothing but trash, the disgrace of the Ye family, a pile of dog shit, utterly foul.” Edward Bennett jumped up from the ground, glaring viciously at William Bennett. Without a spot, he would have to fight his way up from the preparatory disciples step by step.

But someone like William Bennett didn’t have to do that—he could go straight into the finals and challenge for the Wood-level disciple rank. Clan disciples without a spot had to battle through multiple rounds just to reach the preparatory group finals, and sometimes, accidents happened. That was exactly why Samuel Bennett had come to beg for a spot.

“Edward Bennett, when did your mouth turn into a latrine?” William Bennett sneered.

“Trash, did you just call my mouth a latrine?” Edward Bennett was so angry his nose nearly twisted, cursing loudly.

“Not at all, your mouth isn’t actually a latrine,” William Bennett said with a smile.

“Bullshit, then what is it?” Edward Bennett pressed, determined to get to the bottom of it.

“To call it a latrine would be giving you too much credit. That rotten mouth of yours is just a stinking stone in the pit.” William Bennett laughed.

“I’ll kill you!” Edward Bennett was furious, swinging his fist to attack.

“Get lost already, or do you really want to eat a few more punches?” came Charles Bennett’s icy snort from inside the house.

“Charles Bennett, you won’t last much longer. This residence will be mine, Samuel Bennett’s. Just wait and see!” A wise man doesn’t suffer immediate losses—Samuel Bennett made a quick decision, grabbed his son, left the herbs on the ground, and stormed off in humiliation.