Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"You... what exactly do you want?" Aub couldn't help retreating, the aura emanating from the demigod already made him feel a strong sense of death.

"My demands aren't high, treat me like before... sorry, went off track," Fang Jueyu almost sang a popular song from his elementary school days.

"I just want my stuff back, that's all," Fang Jueyu shrugged innocently, "I won't hold it against you for taking over my auction house, and I don't need any compensation. Just give back the auction house, and we're square."

"You're blatantly robbing!" Aub gritted his teeth with hatred. What did he mean by saying he didn't want compensation—it sounded like Fang Jueyu was the one being taken advantage of.

"Brother Chun, they took my stuff and won't admit it. You must help me get justice!" Fang Jueyu turned again to the demigod.

"For such wicked people, let them dissolve in the holy light!" The demigod raised a hand, creating a white ball of light brimming with pure energy; yet at its core, there was destruction!

"What kind of demigod is this? Doesn't he have any sense of judgment?" Aub cried loudly, feeling like the demigod just echoed whatever Fang Jueyu said, as if he were a puppet.

But at this moment, he had no choice. If he said one word of refusal, the demigod might mercilessly kill him right there. Forget about the auction house, he wouldn't even be alive, so what else could he demand?

"I'll return it! I'll return it!" Aub said the most insincere words of his life. "I'm shameless, I've got lard in my heart. I shouldn't have taken Mr. Fang's property. I'm willing to return the auction house to Mr. Fang. Demigod Lord, spare me!"

Kneeling at the side, Moshana gave Aub a look; this scene was very familiar because she had just experienced it herself.

"Admitting it earlier would have saved all this trouble!" Fang Jueyu sighed and shook his head, "Is it that easy to take something from the Shenhao Civilization?"

While it seemed like he was talking about the auction house's ownership, he was actually warning them that if they hadn't initially coveted his Divine Weapon, none of this would have happened.

Hearing this, a feeling called regret appeared in Moshana's heart. Even if the demigod didn't kill him, Aub would definitely not let him off easily.

After millions of years of hard work, Aub had managed to establish six auction houses of this scale in Founder City, and now all of it was gone in an instant. How could he swallow this humiliation?

He was utterly terrified and seeking revenge against Fang Jueyu was impossible, so she would become the final outlet for his anger!

Aub reluctantly took out the property certificate of the auction house and transferred it through Founder City's management bureau to Fang Jueyu's name. In just a few minutes, Fang Jueyu transformed into the owner of the Innovate Auction House.

"Xiao Yi, change the name for me, change it to Sky-Splitting Auction House!"

"Got it!" Xiao Yi instantly gained full control of the auction house, and the words "Innovate Auction House" floating above the building changed to "Sky-Splitting Auction House."

"Hmm, nice, I'm very pleased!" Fang Jueyu nodded in satisfaction after seeing this through the auction house's external monitoring equipment.

"May I ask if anyone has items to sell?" Fang Jueyu asked with a cheeky grin, "Today is our grand opening, charging only 20% auction fees!"

"20%? Are you loan sharks?" Aub cursed Fang Jueyu's ancestors up to eighteen generations. In Founder City, industry standard fees were 1%. His actions were practically a challenge to the rules!

Yet, he had to admit, Fang Jueyu indeed had the capital to challenge the rules.

"N-no," Aub stammered. He just wanted to leave this godforsaken place quickly. Who knew what other mischief Fang Jueyu might come up with if he lingered?

"Since that's the case, Xiao Hei, see the guests out for me!"

"Certainly!" Xiao Hei suddenly exuded an imposing presence. "This way, please!"

"Can't believe they let an animal see us out..." Aub and others were too afraid to object and could only reluctantly leave what was once his auction house.

...

"Brother Chun, everything's settled here. You can head back now!"

The demigod nodded and quietly disappeared into the void.

"Something's off!" Bernard and the other two noticed some mystery. Since the demigod appeared, he seemed to be led by Fang Jueyu, trusting whatever Fang Jueyu said and following his orders.

Wasn't Fang Jueyu supposed to be a follower of Brother Chun? It didn't make sense; it felt like their identities were reversed, and this demigod named Brother Chun seemed more like Fang Jueyu's bodyguard.

"Brother Fang's abilities are unfathomable. We better not judge him by common standards."

"Indeed, his appearance is like a swirling stick stirring the cosmos!"

"You're the stick! Your whole family's a stick!" Fang Jueyu laughed and scolded, "Alright, from now on this auction house is our base, and you three are among the founders of this organization!"

Fang Jueyu's words filled them with determination. With so many demigods as background and such a vast fortune supporting them, how could they not become a top organization?

"Brother Fang, honestly, with just you, this organization is enough. We three really can't offer much help."

"Hey, don't say that," Fang Jueyu shook his head, "My favorite thing is to be a laid-back boss. Managing this organization is too troublesome. Need people, come to me. Need money, come to me. Everything else, don't bother me!"

"You really have the nerve to say that!" The three weren't surprised at all. Fang Jueyu was indeed a carefree soul; managing an organization would just bore him to death.

"Since we're founding this organization, we should name it, right?" Lancelot said.

"Hmm, I've got it! Our organization will be called the Shenhao Civilization Sect, or Ming Sect for short!"

"Thud!" At this moment, on Earth countless light years away, a coffin lid in a tomb shook violently.

"I, Fang Jueyu, will be the first Sect Hierarch of the Ming Sect!" Fang Jueyu declared with high spirits, "Bernard, Lancelot, Panuo, you three will be the three Vice Sect Hierarchs of the Ming Sect. Come up with your titles yourselves; I can't be bothered!"

"Boss, what about us?"

"Woof woof woof!"

"You guys?" Fang Jueyu thought for a moment, "Why don't you two become the Guardian Beasts!"

"Sounds quite nice!"

"Woof woof woof!"

"Now, we've got a team!" As Fang Jueyu decided to establish the Ming Sect, his mission progress increased by 10%, marking a significant advancement in his first step. "Next up, we earn our first pot of gold."

"What do you suggest we do?" The three awaited Fang Jueyu's directive.

"Simple, we're going to host an earth-shattering auction that astounds even the gods and ghosts, but first, we need a round of hype!"

"Hype?" The concept was foreign to them.

Fang Jueyu placed two books on the table, "Study these well!"

"'How to Deal with Idiots'?"

"'Xīn Píng Méi?'"

"Oops, sorry, grabbed the wrong ones, hahaha, my bad, don't mind me..."