Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"What on earth did he take to dare talk to a senior like that?"

"Exactly, even if Fang Jueyu is impressive, he's just a Divine Ability User. These seniors are Controllers. Does he really think he can act cocky in front of them?"

"This time he's in for it. These seniors might only be Controllers, but I'm sure they've got seniors of the Transcender level backing them. At the Cosmic Federation School, would the warriors from the Divine Wealth civilization dare to intervene?"

Those who've suffered at Fang Jueyu's hands began to converse. To them, seeing someone from the Divine Wealth civilization take a hit was quite satisfying.

However, in the eyes of Bernard and others, it was an entirely different matter. They were still unable to calm down from the shock they'd just experienced.

Behind the Divine Wealth civilization were ten thousand Demigods. If something happened to Fang Jueyu, those ten thousand Demigods could level the entire Cosmic Federation School.

Although Fang Jueyu might not utilize the Demigods' power every time he made such statements or showed such expressions, someone was bound to suffer significant misfortune.

"Let's have a moment of silence for these seniors."

"Of all people to provoke, why him?"

"They might need a professional pallbearer team," muttered Little Black, who loyally followed at Fang Jueyu's heels, having witnessed his methods firsthand.

"Hahaha, I've seen arrogant newcomers, but never one this brazen!" Kenoer laughed instead of getting angry after hearing Fang Jueyu's words. "I've seen many rebellious types like you, but eventually, none failed to compromise."

"That's because you haven't met me. If you had, you would never want to see me again."

"Hahaha, interesting, very interesting!" A surge of overwhelming Cosmic Source Power accompanied that laughter. "Here's your last chance, hand over all your credits, and I might forgive your mistakes."

"And if I refuse?" Fang Jueyu asked with a smirk.

"Then I'll break your arms and legs and throw you out of Original City. Every time you set foot here, I'll break them again."

"Is that so? Then go ahead and try, see if you've got what it takes!"

"You're asking for it!"

"Kenoer, let me handle this!" volunteered a Fourth-level Controller Martial Artist. "Seems like this batch of newcomers needs a lesson in respecting their seniors."

"Be careful, don't kill them. They're this year's prodigies. If they die, we'll run into some trouble." Kenoer nodded.

"Don't worry, I'll control myself." The Fourth-level Controller senior stepped forward, revealing a crooked-toothed smile. "Little freshman, today's lesson is on humility; you'll thank me later!"

"Smack!"

Without warning, Fang Jueyu flung a wad of cosmic currency vouchers, a hefty stack of bills landing squarely on the Martial Artist's face. Each bill was worth a billion Cosmic Currency, and there were at least several hundred billion Cosmic Currency worth in that stack.

"I mean, you're a Controller; can't you at least not look so shabby?" Fang Jueyu taunted, "Do yourself a favor and get those teeth fixed, okay? Otherwise, you'll scare little kids."

"You..." The Martial Artist shook with rage, a favored student of the Cosmic Federation School, never insulted like this aside from his seniors' oppression. How dare someone slap him in the face with money—incredibly humiliating, even if it didn't hurt!

"Don't bother thanking me. In the Divine Wealth civilization, we love charity. Want a recommendation for a dental office? Our Dawn Mental Health Hospital even has a dental wing, mention my name for a discount!"

"Shut up!" The Controller had finally hit his boiling point, dealing with Fang Jueyu's arrogance and nonstop nonsense. His approach was simple: fight!

Instantly, a dense wave of Cosmic Source Power erupted, engulfing him in a faint red glow. All the nearby newcomers were forced to retreat by its intensity.

"Impressive, as one would expect of a Controller from the Cosmic Federation School. With fourth-level strength already on par with typical seventh-level Martial Artists," Fang Jueyu remarked.

"In three seconds, you'll be begging me for mercy!" the Controller wore a cruel smile. Murder wasn't allowed here, but beating someone half-dead, well, that wasn't too major an issue.

"I bet in three seconds, you'll be sprawled out like a dead dog!" Fang Jueyu retorted smugly.

"Hahaha, I know this, it's a trick from your civilization's Yan Shuangying. Do you think a mere fourth-level Divine Ability User can play such tricks on me?"

With hostility surging, a fierce whoosh of power rushed at Fang Jueyu, enough to easily crush a Divine Ability User's skull.

But in that moment, he felt all his Cosmic Source Power lose control, his strength dissolving—as if it was gone. His punch hovered mere centimeters from Fang Jueyu but stalled entirely.

"Wha-what is this?"

"Idiot, you've been hit with my custom tenfold poison Ten Incense Soft Bone Scatter Plus. Even a Cosmic Beast wouldn't muster any strength!"

"Thud!" The Controller collapsed to the ground, unable to muster the strength to rise. "Impossible, how could there be such potent poison, and when did you..."

By then, his tongue felt numb, speaking a struggle.

"He's really a Poison Pharmacist!" whispered someone among the newcomers. Even a Demigod Warrior skilled in toxins was ashamed in comparison—they were witnessing it firsthand now.

"The money! It was laced with toxins!" someone deduced. Fang Jueyu must have infused the poison in those vouchers, causing the Controller to be careless.

"This kid is truly vicious!" exclaimed another Fifth-level Controller, stepping forward and using Cosmic Source Power to seal the air around him to ensure safety. "Hand over the antidote."

"Idiot, poison's for killing, why would I bother making an antidote?" Fang Jueyu scolded. "Relax, he'll be fine after a few days. It's just a small warning that we're not easy to bully either!"

"What do we do?" the Controllers exchanged glances.

"What do you mean, 'What do we do?' It's an assignment from the seniors. If we fail, you know what happens!" Kenoer said.

They all gulped in unison, knowing the outcome wasn't pleasant.

"Stop wasting time. Without getting a bit rough, they won't learn fear."

"Right!" A Martial Artist Controller stepped forward, an enormous energy hand reaching for Fang Jueyu. In his eyes, without poison, Fang Jueyu was just another formidable Controller, far beneath them.

In a split second, a silver lance appeared from the side, piercing through that gigantic hand and shattering it into tiny points of light.

"Kenoer, you can't just target him as you please!"