Immortality: My cultivation Has No Bottleneck

Chapter 11

11 Chapter 11: Wide Ocean, Leaping Fish, Conflict
Translator: 549690339
Liang Ping’s study room.

After a while, Liang Ping finally put down his pen, glanced at Liang Sheng sitting on the chair, and nodded slightly.

“Not bad, just like your Second Uncle said, you can keep your composure.”

As soon as Liang Sheng heard this, he was about to speak but was interrupted by Liang Ping: “You’ve done very well these past few years outside, I am very satisfied.”

Upon hearing this, Liang Sheng couldn’t help but feel puzzled. Seeing his expression, Liang Ping suddenly chuckled, “Finally showing some emotion, at least it’s normal. Otherwise, I would have thought you were an old man.

Alright, let’s get straight to the point. You are my son, Liang Ping, but you lack martial arts talent. To be honest, I often curse the heavens for giving me such a useless son like you.

Luckily, you have the sense not to come to me. I asked your Second Uncle to watch over you and keep you out of trouble. Now that I have stepped down as the patriarch and follow our ancestor in closed-door cultivation, I have no more worries.

From now on, you must continue to maintain your current habits and live a stable life like your Second Uncle. Remember, never entertain any other inappropriate thoughts.

In case you cause trouble in the future, I won’t be able to intervene, and the outcome will be up to you. Alright, that’s all I have to say, you can go now.”

With that, Liang Ping turned around, took out another sheet of paper, and began to grind ink again, not caring about Liang Sheng’s reaction.

Liang Sheng didn’t say anything either, still expressionless. Liang Qiang, who was waiting outside, saw Liang Sheng come out and didn’t ask him what they had talked about, simply leading him away from the backyard and back to the banquet.

This time, while Liang Sheng was enjoying the delicious dishes, his mood was not affected at all. The old man was just being oversensitive!

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Jinzhou City.

The change in leadership in the Liang family did not cause much of a stir. The Gao and Wu families even sent gifts as a gesture of goodwill, and everything seemed normal.

After Liang Ping’s closed-door cultivation, Liang Sheng’s life was not affected but, on the contrary, he felt more relaxed, as if a shackle had been removed.

In the end, he was still an emotional person. Now that the other party had made things clear, it wasn’t his concern anymore.

The phrase “emotional” made sense, but the girls at Yichun Building didn’t believe it.

After becoming the patriarch, Liang Ying naturally had his own plans, and Liang Sheng was somewhat involved. Fortunately, the impact was minimal.

Perhaps it was due to the previous patriarch Liang Ping or maybe Liang Sheng was insignificant, but the tasks he received were not unacceptable.

It was just that the share paid to the main family had been increased to 70%. For Liang Sheng, who had already amassed a fortune, money was just an external possession.

To the young people, it meant taking bold steps. This was the advantage of being young, as if everything in the world could be mastered.

However, Jinzhou City was not dominated by one family, and resources had long been tacitly divided. If one wished to grow and expand, it would easily lead to conflict.

Fortunately, Liang Ying was not incompetent and did not take drastic actions right from the start. He took a slow and steady approach, but others were not fools either. It was clear that this was just a preliminary probing stage.

One early morning, Liang Sheng was having breakfast at his tavern, watching the lively streets, feeling like a secluded hermit in a busy world.

At that moment, a group of ruffians rushed in with clubs, directly charging at the vendors by the riverside and beating them indiscriminately.

In an instant, the street was in chaos. The vendors, clutching their bleeding heads and crying out in pain, were surprisingly viciously attacked.

Had it not been for their instinct to crouch down and protect themselves from the start, they might have been beaten even more viciously.

Naturally, the customers in the tavern saw the situation. No righteous person stood up to uphold justice, but some were smiling and looking at Liang Sheng.

This area was the Liang family’s main camp, and it was obvious that the ruffians were from another district. This was like a direct slap in the face of the Liang family.

However, seeing Liang Sheng calmly eating his breakfast, they lost interest. As expected, he was a waste from Liang family!

Otherwise, how could Liang Ying have possibly taken the position of the Liang Family’s Patriarch?

Although Liang Ying is indeed a talented prodigy, how could he have cultivated to the Postnatal Seventh Realm without resources all these years?

And these resources belonged to Liang Sheng many years ago!

People at the tavern started to whisper in small groups, guessing that it’s because Liang Ying has recently extended his claws into other areas of Jinzhou City.

Expanding power would bring about conflicts. Maybe Liang Ying didn’t expect that his slight probing would provoke such a big reaction from the other party.

At this time, the local thugs began to collect protection fees from the merchants, but the merchants would rather be beaten than pay them a single cent.

After all, they had already paid the money, just to the Liang family instead!

They didn’t have to wait too long, as shortly after, sounds of numerous footsteps rang out around the street corner. This was the Liang family’s main camp.

At first, they only heard footsteps, but the next moment, a group of muscular men in tight black clothes appeared. The leader didn’t waste words, just giving a big wave of his hand.

In an instant, the black-clothed men charged forward, but the thugs didn’t show any fear, daring to fight back with their mourning sticks.

Both parties tacitly refrained from using edged weapons and opted for clubs and the like instead. Liang Sheng just took one look and already guessed the outcome.

The Liang family’s guards were bound to win!

It could be seen that these thugs were merely a warning from a certain family in Jinzhou City, and the enmity hadn’t escalated to life-and-death struggles yet.

Who knows if Liang Ying would restrain himself later? But what does it matter? As long as it doesn’t affect him, let the floodwaters rage on.

The fight came quickly and ended just as fast, with all the thugs being knocked down. Then the County Government Office’s constables arrived on the scene instantly after the fight was over.

The thugs cooperated very well, obediently following the constables away. After the situation was under control, the Liang family’s black-clothed guards dispersed like retreating waters.

Having been sitting and eating breakfast, Liang Sheng now stood up with a smile on his face as Catcher Zheng Wanchun from the County Government Office walked over.

“Sheriff Zheng, have you eaten yet?”

Zheng Wanchun waved his hand, and the tavern’s waiter, who had been well-trained by Liang Sheng, quickly brought steamed buns and a bowl of soy milk from the kitchen.

Zheng Wanchun didn’t stand on ceremony, sitting beside Liang Sheng directly. After so many years, Zheng Wanchun had long become familiar with Liang Sheng.

He was also a regular at Shengde Building, and coupled with the relationship from Yichun Building, men’s feelings can rise very quickly once their eyes meet.

“Ah, it’s been so chaotic this month, busier than the entire past year. When will it ever end?”

Zheng Wanchun grumbled his complaints while Liang Sheng didn’t pick up on the conversation, just pushing the steamed buns towards Zheng Wanchun and smiling, telling him to eat.

“Your personality is really…”

Zheng Wanchun was somewhat torn between laughter and tears, as Liang Sheng was an old slickster, impervious to both flattery and threats. Zheng himself had just been probing to know the Liang family’s attitude.action

But Liang Sheng just wouldn’t join in on the conversation. However, Zheng didn’t care too much about it. If it weren’t for such a personality, could the “eldest son of the former Patriarch” like Liang Sheng be so carefree?

After several mouthfuls, Zheng Wanchun finished the steamed buns and gulped down the soy milk, not caring about his image as he wiped his mouth and prepared to leave.

“I’ll go now, I’ll drink flower wine with you again sometime.”

Having said that, Zheng Wanchun turned around and left. As for the cost of the steamed buns, would Liang Sheng care about such money? Watching Zheng Wanchun’s retreating figure, only one sentence remained in Liang Sheng’s mind.

There’s bound to be trouble in Jinzhou City.