Chapter 7 — The Strongest Waste Item in Martial Arts

Outside the To family's big gate, three matte black military combat vehicles were lined up in a row. The car door opens. The first person to step down was a young woman wearing a long gray coat, short, neat hair, and an expressionless face. The aura on her body— I felt it, the late stage of the Holy Realm. The second person to step down was a middle-aged man with a tall body, a cold face, and sharp eyes like an eagle scanning the To family's gate. The peak of the Holy Realm. Third person— Get down from the last car. Is an old man. White hair, skinny body, wearing a very simple black ao dai. The aura on his body... I closed my eyes for a moment. Deep as the abyss. It wasn't offensive, but just standing there made the surrounding atmosphere heavy. Passing through the Holy Realm. Which realm is that? Part of the Martial God... in legend? Grandfather quickly stepped forward to welcome, his face filled with a smile, but underneath the smile was a tension that could be seen with the naked eye: "Your Excellencies, I'm here! My last name is To, the head of the To family, To Chan Son! I don't know what the matter is for the guests of the Vo Than Palace to come here—" The short-haired woman raised her hand, interrupting him. "We came to find someone." Grandfather was stunned: "Looking for someone? Looking for someone from our To family?" "To Act.” Two words. Like two rocks thrown into a lake. Grandpa's smile stiffened. Behind him, all the To family members looked at each other. To Uyen Ninh's mouth opened in a circle. To Khai Minh's fingers immediately tightened. The eldest uncle took a step forward: "Guys, that's my nephew, but he... Are you sure you're not the wrong person? He's a..." Before the words "waste" could be said, the middle-aged man with eagle eyes turned his gaze to the eldest uncle. Just one look. The eldest uncle's words immediately got stuck in his throat, his body took half a step back. The invisible suppression coming from the Saint Realm peak martial artist made his legs tremble. The short-haired woman looked around: "Where is To Dien?" Everyone's eyes turned to me at the same time. I sighed. Step out of the small courtyard door. He was still wearing an old jacket that had been washed until it was discolored, and in his hand was still holding half a bottle of mineral water that had not been finished. Step by step move forward. The eyes of the people in the house were like daggers stuck on my body. Not mockery. This time there was confusion, surprise and an instinctive uneasiness. From the moment I appeared, the gray-haired old man's cloudy eyes lit up. He stared at me. The more you look, the brighter it becomes. It was like seeing something unbelievable. Then— He laughed. An old man who had gone through countless ups and downs smiled like a child. “Indeed.” He spoke, his voice old but resonant. “Indeed it's you.” He walked towards me. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Then stopped in front of me. Everyone in the To family opened their eyes wide— Because the white-haired old man, this character from the Martial God Temple, turned towards me— Bowed. Bend down. Ninety degrees. "This old man is Chu Can, Deputy Head of the Martial God Palace." "I sincerely invite you to enter the hall to receive the investiture." At the main hall door, the tea cup in the elder's hand fell down. It's broken. The sound is extremely clear. But no one noticed. Because everyone's mind stopped working at the same moment. Grandfather's face turned from surprise to pale. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a complete syllable. To Khai Minh stared at the scene before him, his pupils constricted violently. His nails dug deep into his palms, bright red blood oozing between his fingers. As for To Uyen Ninh— Her legs were soft,

directly sat down on the doorstep. The "waste" she had mocked for eighteen years. The person she once said "would rather work as a chef for Mr. Khai Minh". The deputy head of the Martial God Palace bowed before him again. What concept is that? This was— A scene that could not be exchanged even if the To family's ancestral tomb was emitting green smoke. I looked at old man Chu Can who was bowing in front of me and was silent for a few seconds. Then he unscrewed the cap of the half bottle of mineral water in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket. "What does it mean to enter the power to receive the investiture...?"Chu Can stood up straight and looked at me. There was both a smile and a solemnity in his eyes: "The Martial God Temple has a position that has been vacant for thirty years." "The person that position is waiting for is you." The atmosphere seemed to freeze. All the To family members stood in place, no one moved. My father, To Chien Thien, stood in the crowd looking at my back, his fingers trembling slightly. He opened his mouth several times but could not make a sound. My mother stood next to him, her eyes red, one hand covering her mouth. Grandfather To Chan Son held the door frame, his face pale. I don't know when the stick fell to the ground. His whole body seemed to have aged ten years in just a blink of an eye. He looked at Chu Can bowing down before me, and there was only one voice in his head that kept repeating—“This grandchild is considered completely disabled.”