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In short, the temperature in the main hall seemed to drop by ten degrees.

Qian Zhongyi's teacup wobbled, spilling tea that dripped onto his trousers without him noticing.

Qian Shuren's triangular eyes were wide open, and his thin face looked as if he had been slapped.

Qian Jixin's fingers stopped on his knees, and the rhythm of his tapping stopped.

The breathing of several representatives from the side branches in the corner stopped.

Qianfu's hand clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

Just then, Qian Yunlong's gaze suddenly sharpened.

Others only saw his solemn expression, as if he were in complete control.

But only he knew he was gambling!

He knew better than anyone the gap between Chu Nan and Yan Zonghan.

When a Grandmaster at their peak faces a Grandmaster at their late stage, winning is a miracle, while losing is the norm.

The reason he appeared so confident in front of everyone was because he knew that if he didn't gamble, he would be ousted from power sooner or later.

He had been in a coma for half a year, during which time Qian Zhongyi and Qian Shuren had devoured most of the properties in Dongcheng.

Now I've awakened, but my foundation has already been shaken.

Qian Yunlong desperately needed a major victory to rebuild his prestige.

If Chu Nan wins, he can turn the tide in one fell swoop.

Chu Nan lost, but he was prepared for the worst.

The blue and white porcelain cup on the coffee table was his last trump card.

Smash the cup as a signal!

If anyone smashes a cup, the axemen in the backyard will rush in and end it all.

In fact, Qian Yunlong did not want to go that far, after all, they were all blood relatives.

But if these people really want to do everything they can to force him to step down, he will have no choice but to use the most extreme method to clean house.

Qian Zhongyi retorted stubbornly, "Brother, what are you talking about? Didn't Fourth Uncle already—"

"Don't rush to answer."

Qian Yunlong interrupted him, saying slowly and deliberately, "After all, the outcome isn't decided yet, is it?"

Just as he finished speaking, his phone, which was on the coffee table, rang.

Qian Yunlong glanced at the caller ID, answered the call, and remained silent.

After listening for a few seconds, he hung up the phone, put it back on the coffee table, and then said four words calmly, "Chu Nan... won."

The atmosphere in the main hall was as if a bomb had been dropped; Qian Zhongyi abruptly stood up. "Impossible!"

"impossible?"

"Yan Zonghan is a Grandmaster at the peak, while that country bumpkin surnamed Chu is only in his early twenties. How could he possibly win!"

Qian Yunlong looked at him and said calmly, "But he still won."

Qian Zhongyi hurriedly pulled out his phone, and several people behind him also pulled out their phones to search for messages.

A few seconds later, a person's phone fell to the ground with a "thud".

Qian Zhongyi stared at the messages on his screen, his fingers trembling.

"Yan Zonghan was defeated, Chu Nan won, and the Jin family has already admitted defeat."

Those few words made Qian Zhongyi feel as if his bones had been removed, and he slumped back into his chair.

The atmosphere in the main hall had completely changed.

Qianfu's face had turned completely white.

He sat in the corner, his hands gripping the fabric on the table tightly.

He had considered that Chu Nan would lose, that Qian Yunlong would fall, and that he could continue to hide under his fourth uncle's wing.

But in the end, Chu Nan, whose origins were unknown, won.

Qian Yunlong looked at the ashen-faced crowd and said, "I said that as long as you tell me where Fourth Uncle is, I can let bygones be bygones."

Qianfu finally couldn't hold on any longer. He stood up, his lips trembling, "Grandpa, I...I'll talk—"

"Wait a moment!"

Qian Jixin suddenly stood up. "Look at the news! The latest news!"

"The Celestial Ancestor of the Jin Family has appeared! He took Chu Nan away from Wangjing Plain!"

"What? The Jin family has a Celestial Ancestor?"

"A Celestial Being? Isn't that an existence that's a whole realm higher than a Grandmaster?"

"No matter how strong Chu Nan is, he's only a Grandmaster. If a Celestial Being intervenes, he's doomed!"

The ashen face of Qian Zhongyi brightened again.

He jumped up, his voice ten times louder than before: "Big brother! You saw it! The Jin family's Celestial Ancestor has made a move!"

"Although Chu Nan defeated Yan Zonghan, he is now most likely dead at the hands of the Celestials. You made the wrong bet; you made the wrong bet from the very beginning!"

Qian Shuren also stood up, his triangular eyes shining brightly.

He rarely spoke, and though his voice was soft, every word was clear: "Brother, now that things have come to this, your only way to save the Qian family is to step down as family head and go to the Jin family to apologize. Don't you all agree?"

Those who had just been about to beg for mercy all shrank back.

A young man from the third branch of the family stood up and said, "Uncle, as the head of the family, you insist on supporting an outsider and gambling with the entire Qian family."

"Now that the Jin family's celestial being has made a move, Chu Nan is doomed. How do you plan to handle this situation?"

Qian Yunlong sat in the head seat, seemingly calm, but in reality, his fate was sealed.

The appearance of the Jin family's Celestial Ancestor was indeed beyond his expectations.

Grandmasters represent the pinnacle of worldly martial prowess, while Celestials are even higher, existing on a completely different level.

No matter how strong Chu Nan is, he is only a Grandmaster.

Qian Yunlong turned his gaze to Qian Zhongyi. "You said that if Chu Nan lost, you would never oppose any of my choices again. What about now? Now that Chu Nan has won, do you still stand by what you said?"

Qian Zhongyi opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but they had indeed only discussed winning and losing before.

But no one expected that the Celestial Ancestor of the Jin family would come out of seclusion.

"As for you."

Qian Yunlong's gaze swept over the few collateral relatives who had joined in the commotion. "You don't even have a direct lineage, yet you dare to shout and yell here? Who... gave you the guts!"

After Qian Yunlong questioned them one by one, they seemed to have had their spines removed, and they all shrank back.

Qian Yunlong's aura was so overwhelming that they couldn't lift their heads.

But Qian Yunlong knew that this was only temporary.

If the news about the Celestial Ancestor is true, then even if he manages to suppress these people temporarily today, he won't be able to hold out for long.

As expected, Qian Jixin, with his straightforward personality, stopped pretending altogether.

He originally came to watch the spectacle, but now Qian Yunlong has nothing left to rely on.

If he still doesn't choose to take sides, when Fourth Uncle comes back, he won't just be watching the show, he'll be the one being watched!

"Yes, Chu Nan did win the match between Yan Zonghan and Chu Nan, but the Jin family patriarch intervened in the end, and the Jin family was still the final winner."

"What we've been discussing is the outcome between Chu Nan and the Jin family, not the outcome between Yan Zonghan and Chu Nan."

"So, elder brother, you should resign from your position as head of the family and go to apologize with a bundle of thorns on your back—"

Qian Yunlong took a slow breath, his gaze sweeping over every face in the main hall.

Those who were shouting just moments ago now all held their heads high, as if waiting for him to bow down.

His hand slowly reached for the blue and white porcelain cup, preparing for a final, desperate struggle!

However, before he could actually smash the cup as a signal, the main hall door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A servant rushed in excitedly, "Master! Miss is back! And with her comes... Mr. Chu!"