The Ninth Beauty

One day, Fang Jueyu was called into the study by his parents.
Fang Father: "Son, you've turned 20 this year, and it's time to tell you some things!"
Fang Jueyu: "What is it? You're not going to suddenly tell me you're a wealthy man, are you?"
Fang Father is surprised: "You already know?"
Fang Jueyu: "What? Really? I was just saying that."
Fang Father: "However, that's not the point. Today, I am going to pass on our family's heirloom that has been handed down from generation to generation to you!"
From then on, Fang Jueyu's life underwent a dramatic change.
What? You want to talk to me about antiques and calligraphy paintings? Do you want Wang Xizhi's calligraphy or Zheng Banqiao's paintings? Oh, right, Van Gogh even gifted my great-great-great-grandfather a painting!
Why, you ask? Because it was my ancestors who funded their education!
You want to talk to me about sports cars? Are you talking about Lamborghini, Ferrari, or the Bugatti Veyron? I hold shares in those companies, and I'm even the largest shareholder!
What? Your family owns a mine? Sorry, but many of the gold and diamond mines in Africa are ours too!

Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

    "Congratulations to the host for completing the task, standing out at the school celebration. Reward: Completion of Level 1 Permission Task by 2%, and an item that the ancestor accidentally lost!" 


    Creating such a sensation made completing the task naturally a simple matter. Fang Jueyu glanced sneakily at his movable independent space. Besides that small bottle, a historically marked ancient sword now appeared. 


    "Why is it a sword?" Fang Jueyu was somewhat baffled. Nowadays, we live in a society governed by law. Any divine weapon or sharp tool might have lost its original meaning, right? At most, it would become a collectible displayed in his house. 


    But Fang Jueyu did not know that this was not an ordinary sword! 


    Now was not the time to study this sword, as Fang Jueyu had more important things to do. Two thousand students, hundreds of teachers, and various alumni awaited his speech. 


Chapter 47 The Great Deceiver