Chapter 831: Uncle, Mingming's Heart Is Bitter

Lin Fan looked at the notorious troublemaker of the Xuanhuang Realm clinging to his thigh and crying bitterly. If anyone else saw this, they would surely be shocked speechless.

“Xiao Ming, stop crying.” Lin Fan gently patted his head in comfort.

“No, Uncle, don’t comfort me. Xiao Ming really wants to cry right now.” Wang Xiao Ming felt aggrieved; so many years had been utterly agonizing.

“Hey, if you’re going to cry, at least don’t cling to my thigh. You’re getting snot all over it.” Lin Fan said with disgust.

Wang Xiao Ming looked up at Lin Fan, blinked his big eyes, feeling rejected, and then said mournfully.

“Uncle, Xiao Ming’s heart is bitter.” Wang Xiao Ming said sorrowfully.

“What bitterness? Haven’t you been living it up these past hundred years? Bullying a bunch of prodigies, playing the neighbor’s rogue, seducing their women, even their kids are yours—what bitterness do you have?”

Lin Fan was exasperated hearing Wang Xiao Ming complain. How could someone be so shameless, treating prodigies like monkeys for a full century?

And he’d toyed with tens of thousands; the details didn’t need elaboration.

Especially those female prodigies—Lin Fan wouldn’t believe Wang Xiao Ming hadn’t taken advantage of them.

Wang Xiao Ming was taken aback. “Uncle, what ‘neighbor’s rogue’? What kids? You’re wronging me!”

“I mean, there was this guy who insisted I seduced his wife. I said I didn’t, but he didn’t believe me and even hit me. I got mad and beat him up. Later I found out someone was impersonating me. I’ve been carrying that blame for decades, and no one believes me.”

Wang Xiao Ming’s eyes were tearful. “Uncle, baby’s heart is bitter, with no one to tell.”

“I see.” Lin Fan hadn’t expected Wang Xiao Ming to be taking the blame, and for something so absurd.

“How could there be so many prodigies? You weren’t bullying someone every day, were you?”

Lin Fan found the number hard to believe. Bullying one a day would be 365 a year, over thirty thousand in a century. Ten thousand prodigies meant one every three days—that frequency was insane.

Lin Fan might as well not have spoken, because Wang Xiao Ming started crying again.

“Uncle, I’m wronged! At most, I bullied six or seven thousand. The rest just joined the crowd to ‘eliminate the menace.’ I didn’t even provoke them. Tell me, am I unlucky or not?”

Wang Xiao Ming sobbed, releasing all the委屈 he had bottled up since meeting Lin Fan.

Who had he provoked? Out of nowhere, three or four thousand extra enemies appeared. If he didn’t know the truth, he’d think he had killed their whole families.

“Ah! That really is tough on you.”

After hearing Wang Xiao Ming’s story, Lin Fan truly felt Xiao Ming was a tragedy. Such things could happen, but since it had come to this, he had to keep going.

“Uncle, can we end this? Honestly, the first few decades were pretty fun, but the last few decades have been killing me.”

“I miss my parents, I miss my family. But now I can’t even go home. Uncle, look: if I go out, within half a day at most, a huge crowd will come to surround and kill me. Tell me, can I have any freedom?”

“In this hundred years, I haven’t even gotten a wife. The Wang family line is broken. Uncle, take pity on me and help me out.”

Wang Xiao Ming wept bitterly, his words heart-wrenching and pitiful.

“Didn’t you give up on a female prodigy yourself? You could have taken her and her treasure together. Wouldn’t that have worked?” Lin Fan felt it was Wang Xiao Ming’s own fault; so many good opportunities were right in front of him, and he didn’t seize them. Who could he blame?

“Uncle, that’s not fair. You haven’t seen that female prodigy. She was hideous—plain-looking, ugly beyond belief. If it weren’t for her treasure, I wouldn’t have brazenly tried to trick her.”

“That one time, I had to face her face for three days and three nights. It left a shadow in Mingming’s heart.”

Just mentioning that female prodigy made Wang Xiao Ming’s heart tremble. It was a sin, an unbearable sin.

If he hadn’t been strong-minded back then, he might have been scared to death.

Lin Fan hadn’t expected Xiao Ming’s century to be so colorful.

“Do you really want to go back? And what would you do after returning?” Lin Fan asked.

“Uncle, I really want to go back. Counting the time, I should inherit my father’s position as family head. Then I can enjoy life, marry a few wives, have some kids—that would be wonderful.”

Wang Xiao Ming thought for a moment; such a life was what he needed most.

“Don’t want to bully people anymore?” Lin Fan asked.

Wang Xiao Ming quickly waved his hands. “No more, no more. After a hundred years of bullying, Mingming feels sick just thinking about it. When I go back, I want to be a good person and help others.”

“Damn.”

Lin Fan was stunned. So bullying had given him a guilty conscience; he was turning over a new leaf.

But that wouldn’t do. Without Xiao Ming’s special constitution, those prodigies would develop too slowly. He had to keep at it.

“Alright, Uncle will take you back now.”

In an instant, Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, enveloping Xiao Ming, and they pierced through the void. In the blink of an eye, they were above the Wang family’s sky.

A hundred years had passed. The Wang family had endured and grown stronger, but always within the bounds of this city.

Now the Wang family had developed to an extremely terrifying extent, with many direct descendants and numerous factions.

“Hey, Uncle, where’s my father? Who’s this guy? Why is he the family head?” Wang Xiao Ming looked at the middle-aged man below, puzzled.

“Xiao Ming, a hundred years have passed. This is the sixth generation. He’s your great-great… grandson.” Lin Fan pointed a finger, and a screen appeared before Xiao Ming.

“Look, your father, your brothers, your nephews, your nephews’ sons… they’re all in seclusion. Do you think you can go back now and compete with the younger generation for the family head position?” Lin Fan said.

“I… I…” Wang Xiao Ming was dumbfounded, almost unable to catch his breath, on the verge of tears.

“Uncle, this isn’t fair! I never even got to experience being family head, and now there are so many descendants? My heart is broken…”

Everything had changed too fast, too fast for Xiao Ming to accept.

He’d only been away for a hundred years—how could things have changed so much?

Lin Fan patted Xiao Ming’s shoulder and said earnestly, “Xiao Ming, listen to Uncle. Go back and keep bullying people. Uncle promises you, when the time comes, I’ll give you a world to be its lord. How about that?”

With his Creator ability, he would surely collect more worlds in the future. Giving one to Xiao Ming would be no problem.

“Xiao Ming, not satisfied? Then two.”

Seeing Xiao Ming silent, Lin Fan thought it wasn’t enough, so he added another.

But Lin Fan didn’t know that when Xiao Ming heard Uncle would make him a world lord, his heart started racing. Just as he was about to agree, he heard Uncle say two, and he was so excited he almost fainted.

“Uncle, three. If you agree to give me three, I’ll go back and keep bullying people.” Wang Xiao Ming said slyly.

“Deal, no problem. Just three—Uncle can afford it.” At that moment, Lin Fan smiled. What a good kid; he agreed after a little negotiation. Obedient, really nice.

“Thank you, Uncle…” Wang Xiao Ming smiled happily. The century of bitterness was already forgotten. Now all he could think about was being a world lord.

“Mm.”

Lin Fan smiled with relief, then flicked his finger. A drop of blood rippled through the void and seeped into Xiao Ming’s body.

Now that those prodigies had their talents enhanced, if he didn’t give Xiao Ming a boost, he might really be blasted to death by them.

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