The carefree sixth prince, my father respectfully invites me to ascend the throne.

"Your subordinate is terrified. Your subordinate absolutely did not mean to threaten you, young master. I only hope that you will not forget that you are the son-in-law of the Wang family." The old man hurriedly explained, afraid that Yang Ling would misunderstand and that Yang Ling would be the one to suffer in the end.

"I will return to the Wang family sooner or later, but not now," Yang Ling said with deep eyes. "However, before I return, I must achieve my goal; otherwise, how can I command respect in the future?"

"Young Master's goal is..." The old man was shocked. Although he knew that Yang Ling was unruly, he did not expect that Yang Ling's ambition was so great that he wanted to swallow up the entire Wang family.

Yang Ling said calmly, "I want to be the number one playboy in Anyang County. I want everyone in Anyang County to know that if you anger me, you will suffer a terrible fate."

"Uh..." The old man was stunned. He originally thought Yang Ling was just talking, but he didn't expect Yang Ling to actually have such thoughts.

"Young master, the Wang family has a powerful foundation, and even the prefect is very wary of them," the old man advised.

Yang Ling waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I have my own ways to deal with the Wang family."

“But young master, the head of the Wang family, Wang Zhiyong, is a powerful expert at the early stage of the Profound Core Realm,” the old man said worriedly.

“What is Wang Zhiyong? He’s just a bottom-tier cultivator in the early stage of the Profound Core Realm. Besides…” Yang Ling’s eyes flickered, and he continued, “His son, Wang Wenyu, is just an ordinary person.”

When Yang Ling was with the Wang family, he had fought with Wang Wenyu. Wang Wenyu was no match for him. If Yang Ling used his full strength, he might even have had a chance to kill Wang Wenyu.

"Young master is wise," the old man nodded in admiration.

Yang Ling smiled slightly and said, "Alright, stop flattering me. Take me to see the head of the Wang family. I want to see how the Wang family treats me."

"Young master, please follow me." The old man stood up and led Yang Ling outside.

A short while later, the two arrived at a manor in the eastern suburbs of Anyang City.

The manor was built very luxuriously, covering a huge area, surrounded by flowers, trees and shrubs, with fresh air, birdsong and fragrant flowers, and pleasant scenery.

"What a beautiful place!" Yang Ling couldn't help but exclaim, thinking to herself, "How wonderful it would be to spend the rest of my life here."

"Young master, the place where our Wang family patriarch is in seclusion is just ahead. You must not barge in recklessly, or the consequences will be unimaginable," the old man warned, then stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Shortly afterward, the door opened, and a young man dressed as a guard peeked out. When he realized it was the old man, he immediately showed respect, took a few steps back, opened the door wide, and said, "Grandfather, you've returned."

"Hmm." The old man nodded, then gestured to Yang Ling before going inside.

Yang Ling followed closely behind and entered the Wang family's hall.

The hall was very large and extremely luxuriously decorated, with the walls covered with all kinds of calligraphy, paintings and antiques, and a strong scholarly atmosphere wafted through the air.

"Greetings, Patriarch." After the old man and Yang Ling entered the hall, they first bowed to the Wang family patriarch before reporting the situation to him.

Wang Zhiyong, the head of the Wang family, is fifty years old this year, but he is still well-maintained and does not look old at all. On the contrary, he looks much younger, with fair and delicate skin, like a man in his early thirties.

"Ancestor, why did you suddenly return?" Wang Zhiyong looked up at the old man and asked in confusion.

Wang Zhiyong was tall and imposing, wearing a purple robe and a jade crown. He exuded an aura of majesty, giving people a sense of oppression.

"Wang Zhiyong, are you questioning me?" The old man narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them.

Wang Zhiyong hurriedly shook his head and said, "Grandfather, how could I dare? I just find it strange."

"Hmph! I want to see the strongest person in your Wang family, named Wang Tianpeng," the old man sneered.

"Grandfather, please wait a moment. I will send someone to find him right away." Wang Zhiyong said, and instructed the steward, "Go and call Peng'er over quickly."

"Yes!" The butler acknowledged the order and quickly left.

Yang Ling glanced around the hall, then walked to the edge of the stone table in the middle of the hall and leisurely began to drink.

After about two incense sticks' worth of time, a robust middle-aged man strode in from outside.

The middle-aged man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a handsome appearance, and exuded a resolute aura. His whole body radiated a powerful Yuan energy fluctuation.

"Peng'er greets the Ancestor." The middle-aged man entered the hall, then knelt on one knee in front of the old man and bowed.

Yang Ling looked up at the middle-aged man, a playful smile appearing on her lips, and said, "You're Wang Tianpeng?"

"That is indeed me," Wang Tianpeng nodded.

Yang Ling said indifferently, "Since you are the head of the Wang family, you should understand the purpose of my visit."

Wang Tianpeng's face darkened, and he said, "What does the young master want?"

“Your son harassed my wife, so I crippled one of his arms. That evens things out. What do you say?” Yang Ling stared at Wang Tianpeng and said.

"You bastard!" Wang Tianpeng was furious upon hearing this, and a powerful aura emanated from his body as he charged straight at Yang Ling.

Yang Ling said coldly, "What? You want to make a move? Then come and try, and see if I can kill you."

As she spoke, Yang Ling stood up, emanating a chilling aura that enveloped the entire hall, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

Wang Zhiyong glanced at Wang Tianpeng, then said to Yang Ling, "Young master, my son was indeed rude. Please forgive him this time."

“I can forgive him this time, but he must marry my wife,” Yang Ling said, calming his breathing and sitting down in a chair.

"I promise you, but you must promise to treat my son well in the future and not to bully him," Wang Zhiyong said through gritted teeth.

"Haha..." Yang Ling laughed loudly, the laughter echoing throughout the hall. Wang Zhiyong frowned and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Yang Ling stopped laughing and said sarcastically, "Wang Zhiyong, are you stupid? Or are you senile? Do I need you to teach me how to do things? Are you worthy?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhiyong was instantly enraged and angrily retorted, "You..."

"What do you mean, 'you'? Let me tell you, I am a direct descendant of the Yang family, and you are just a collateral descendant. Do you have the right to negotiate with me?" Yang Ling coldly rebuked.

Wang Zhiyong clenched his fists, his eyes filled with murderous intent, wishing he could tear Yang Ling to pieces. But reason told him that he absolutely could not act impulsively, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Wang Zhiyong took a deep breath, trying hard to control his emotions, and then said, "Young master, tell me, what will it take for you to let my son go?"

"I want your Wang family to become my vassal. Do you agree?" Yang Ling said.