CHAPTER 726: CHAPTER 293: THE SWINDLER AGAIN (PART 9)

"Impossible!"

Jia She blurted out subconsciously.

He Tiantian halted, turned her head, and looked at him coldly.

Another invisible pressure surged, making Jia She’s knees weaken.

It was really strange. Although Jia Jing was the eldest among their generation, he had never been this imposing before.

Why did he seem like a completely different person today?

Such a sudden increase in authority, much like the wrathful King Kong in the temple.

Could cultivation really have such a huge effect, capable of transforming a person’s temperament?!

Jia She couldn’t help but have his doubts; the courage he had mustered up instantly disintegrated under He Tiantian’s icy gaze.

"...I, I mean, this little bastard is the most troublesome. If Brother Jing takes him with him, it would disturb your peace!"

Jia She couldn’t help but reveal a flattering smile, desperately explaining.

"Always referring to him as a ’little bastard,’ Old Mr. She, how much do you disdain this child?"

He Tiantian’s gaze was cold, and her voice even colder.

She seemed to think of something and said directly, "If you dislike Brother Cong so much, you can adopt him out to me!"

At this point, He Tiantian’s expression froze for a moment.

It seemed as if her previous statement was made in a fit of anger, but after pondering over it, she found it quite reasonable.

She slowly nodded, as if she had made a certain decision, "This method is good. I’ve been cultivating in the suburbs, and indeed, I don’t have any juniors who could be of use to me."

"Brother Cong and I have some karma. It would benefit my cultivation. And since you do not care about this bastard, why not adopt him out to me? It’s advantageous for us both!"

After saying this, He Tiantian turned to Jia Zhen, "Brother Zhen, you’re the clan leader, help me handle this matter!"

Then, without waiting for Jia She’s response, or even waiting for Jia Zhen to agree, she left, carrying Jia Cong with her.

Jia She: ...Wait, wait a moment, my son, even if I don’t like him, I can’t just agree to adopt him out.

Jia Zhen: ...Dad, you’re not without descendants, why adopt someone else’s son?

Although both were very reluctant and full of complaints, "Jia Jing’s" current imposing presence was too intimidating.

Not until He Tiantian’s figure had disappeared could either find their voice again.

"It’s good to adopt Brother Cong to Brother Jing!"

It was Jia Zheng who, feigning sorrow, sighed and woke Jia She and Jia Zhen.

Jia Zheng’s tone was clear, as if to say: If Brother Cong remains in the main house, he might lose his life.

Being taken away for cultivation by "Jia Jing," although he might likely end up as a little Taoist and suffer hardships, at least he would stay alive.

Jia She could hardly bear his other brother’s hypocritical demeanor, nearly twisting his nose in anger.

He subconsciously wanted to shout "No way."

Hmph, his son, if he didn’t want to adopt him out, could someone force it upon him by holding a knife to his throat?

Jia Zhen also reluctantly agreed, but he dared not defy his father’s wishes.

As for whether Jia She agreed or not, haha, as the clan leader, Jia Zhen stated that it was not important.

Jia She might be Jia Cong’s biological father, but Jia Zhen was still the head of the entire Jia Clan.

If it were another time, Jia Zhen might have respected the "elder" status of Jia She.

But, when his own father had spoken, let alone Jia She who was just his uncle, even if he were his grandfather, Jia Zhen would dare to confront him.

Of course, since they were usually close relatives, Jia Zhen did not want to pull rank immediately.

He coughed softly, squeezed out a smile, respectful in attitude but firm in tone, "Uncle, please accompany your nephew later to sort this out. Let’s register Brother Cong under my father’s name."

Adopting, difficult as it may sound, was not so for Jia Zhen.

At least for Jia Zhen, it was just a matter of moving the pen, changing the family register.

"Brother Zhen, you’re presumptuous!"

Jia She sensed that Jia Zhen’s words were not a request or a discussion but a notification, and rage surged in his heart, glaring fiercely at Jia Zhen.

Jia Zhen kept a smiling face, but his eyes were very serious, "Uncle, don’t take it personally, you also heard what my father just said, and your nephew had no choice!"

The father’s words, to a son, were an imperial edict, and Jia Zhen had no choice but to obey.

And since Jia Zhen was the clan leader, Jia She, a clan member, couldn’t disregard him, even if he had a higher generational status.

"Forget it, big brother, since Brother Jing has spoken, it’s just a bastard. Might as well send him to entertain Brother Jing!"

Jia Zheng, seeing Jia She with reddened eyes and a neck as stiff as if about to explode, quickly intervened to calm him down.