88: Chapter 88 is also a time traveler?

"Grand Elder, our Ouyang Family should have undergone a transformation long ago!" Ouyang Changqing's eyes were sharp.

His tone was resonant and firm. "Nowadays, among all the great families in the Imperial City, our Ouyang Family is at the very bottom. If we don't seek change, we will be eliminated sooner or later!"

"The practice of treating every Disciple equally seems fair, but in reality, it is dragging the Family down!" He took a step forward.

His Aura grew increasingly overbearing. "Resources should be skewed; let those with extraordinary talent receive sufficient nourishment so they can uphold the Family's reputation. As for those without talent, either let them fend for themselves or expel them from the Family to avoid wasting resources!"

Upon hearing these words, the Grand Elder's brows knitted even tighter. "Based solely on these cold-blooded words of yours, I absolutely cannot let you take the position of heir!"

With a loud shout, he drew his long sword with a backhand motion.

"Clang!"

The blade gleamed with a biting cold light, aimed directly at Ouyang Changqing.

The Patriarch Ouyang saw and heard every detail of their confrontation from above.

He secretly thought: Ouyang Changqing's method could indeed make the Ouyang Family rapidly flourish within a few decades, but those mistreated and expelled clansmen were also flesh-and-blood Ouyang descendants.

Once expelled from the Family, it would be inevitable for them to harbor resentment.

When that time came, it might backfire and trigger mutual slaughter within the Family.

This was the situation he least wanted to see.

If it could truly make the Family stronger, he would be willing to try it even if it meant bearing a bad reputation. However, Ouyang Changqing's method was ultimately drinking poison to quench thirst, with endless future troubles.

His gaze swept over everyone on the battlefield. These people were all the backbone of the Family; losing even one would be a significant loss for the Ouyang Family.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the Fourth Elder seized an opening and slapped Ouyang Changgong, sending him flying.

At this critical moment, the entire space suddenly stagnated. A powerful pressure swept across the field, instantly freezing all the combatants' energy.

"Fourth Elder, are you tired of living?" A woman's angry shout came from the horizon.

Hearing this, Xiang Tian suddenly looked up and saw a beautiful figure speeding over. It was his aunt, Xiang Ting.

Her figure flashed, and she steadily caught the flying Ouyang Changgong. Hovering high in the sky, her phoenix eyes were filled with rage, staring fixedly at the Fourth Elder below.

"Fifth Madam, it's a misunderstanding! We were just having a routine spar; it's inevitable to get injured during combat…" The Fourth Elder's heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed, his tone panicked.

How could Xiang Ting believe his excuse? She sneered coldly, "A spar? Striking with such viciousness, and you call that a spar?"

"Bang!"

The Aura on her body erupted suddenly. An invisible force instantly sent the Fourth Elder flying away.

The Fourth Elder opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. "Pfft—"

He struggled a few times before falling silent, clearly having passed out.

Having dealt with the Fourth Elder, Xiang Ting's gaze swept across the entire field. Her voice was cold, "And you all! My husband Ouyang Changgong will never compete with anyone for the position of Patriarch, and you all should stop targeting him!"

The word "husband" reached his ears, and Xiang Tian's whole body shuddered. His pupils contracted sharply.

As everyone knew, terms like "husband" were only used in his past life on Blue Star. Could this aunt… also be a Transmigrator?

Before he could think it through, Xiang Ting raised her hand and waved it gently. A massive pressure suddenly descended. Regardless of which side they were on, everyone on the battlefield was pressed to the ground. Equal treatment.

"Ouyang Changqing, haven't you always wanted to probe my background?" Xiang Ting's gaze locked onto Ouyang Changqing, who was pressed into the ground. A cold sneer curled at the corner of her mouth, "Today, I will let you see clearly!"

She made a grabbing motion in the air. An invisible suction force directly lifted Ouyang Changqing out of the soil.

"Ah—!" Ouyang Changqing let out a scream. His body was forcefully dragged high into the air, then violently thrown down.

Just before he was about to hit the ground and die, his descent speed suddenly slowed. Even so, after a loud "bang," a deep pit was smashed into the ground.

Ouyang Changqing rolled his eyes back and passed out cold.

The others who were pressed into the ground were all shocked to their cores upon seeing this. This strength was simply at a crushing level! Too terrifying! This woman must absolutely not be provoked!

"Madam, aren't you being too heavy-handed? You've nearly scared the wits out of them." Ouyang Changgong sighed helplessly.

Xiang Ting raised her hand and gently caressed his cheek. The anger in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a touch of tenderness.

"If it weren't for the fact that he is your eldest brother, today would not have ended with just injuries."

After saying this, she lowered her head and planted a "muah" kiss on Ouyang Changgong's face.

Just at this tender moment, an angry shout suddenly came, "Xiang Ting! How dare you, you even dare to hit this Princess's husband?"

Everyone looked towards the sound. They saw a young woman wearing a cyan dress rushing over. It was Ouyang Changqing's wife, the royal Princess Yaqian.

She had an angry expression on her face, staring fixedly at Xiang Ting high in the sky.

"Princess Yaqian, are you here to hold me accountable?" Xiang Ting looked down from above, her tone disdainful.

"Hurry up and come down to be punished by this Princess!" Princess Zhou Ya shouted angrily, raising her hand, ready to act.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound of a slap resonated throughout the field. Xiang Ting slapped the air, and it landed directly on Princess Zhou Ya's face.

On Princess Zhou Ya's fair cheek, a bright red palm print instantly appeared.

"You… you actually dare to hit me!" Princess Zhou Ya covered her face. Shocked and angry, she turned and looked toward the depths of the clouds, "Father! Did you see that? She actually dared to humiliate me in public!"

She had long heard that Xiang Ting was not to be trifled with, so she had deliberately shouted loudly today. But after shouting for a long time, there was no reaction at all.

Patriarch Ouyang in the clouds saw everything. With his strength, he was simply no match for Xiang Ting; going out now would just be asking for trouble.

In this world, strength is respected. It was better to continue hiding here.

"Princess Zhou Ya, stop shouting here." Xiang Ting said coldly.

"Hurry up and take Ouyang Changqing back, and be well-behaved. If you still want to get slapped, I don't mind obliging you again."

A wicked smile curled on her face, and her Aura climbed once more.

Princess Zhou Ya's body trembled, awed by this Aura. Daring not to be arrogant anymore, she hurriedly lowered her head. She ran quickly to the edge of the deep pit and dragged the unconscious Ouyang Changqing out of the dirt.

"Heh, just a princess of a nation, and you dare to act presumptuously in front of me." Xiang Ting sneered.

Veins popped on Princess Zhou Ya's forehead, but she could only bottle up the anger inside her. Carrying Ouyang Changqing, she left in a dejected and disheveled manner.

Once Princess Zhou Ya left, Xiang Ting withdrew her pressure. Those who had been pressed into the ground were finally able to free themselves. One by one, they scrambled up in a disheveled state, their eyes filled with awe as they looked toward the sky.

"Xiang Tian, let's go." Xiang Ting waved her hand. The protective barrier set up by Ouyang Changlin instantly shattered.

She made a grabbing motion in the air and steadily drew Xiang Tian to her side. Ouyang Changlin shook his head helplessly from the side. This was the gap of absolute strength.

"Ouyang Changlin, I'll give this Cultivation Technique to you." Xiang Ting casually tossed out an ancient-looking scroll.

Ouyang Changlin's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly caught it. A Saint Realm Cultivation Technique—naturally, he had no reason to refuse.

"Many thanks, sister-in-law!" He solemnly cupped his hands and bowed toward the sky.

"I never owe anyone favors." Xiang Ting responded indifferently. With one hand carrying Ouyang Changgong and the other taking Xiang Tian.

Before leaving, her gaze specifically swept over the depths of the clouds. Patriarch Ouyang's old face flushed, and he dared not show himself even more.

The direction of this farce had long been out of his control; going out now would only add to the awkwardness.

Xiang Ting didn't say anything more; her figure flashed, and she disappeared into the horizon with the two of them.

"Second Brother, what Cultivation Technique did Fifth Sister-in-law give you? Let me take a look!" Ouyang Changming immediately crowded next to Ouyang Changlin, his eyes full of curiosity.

"I haven't even looked at it yet, no!" Ouyang Changlin clutched the scroll tightly and turned into a streak of light, hurrying away.

This clamorous internal Family strife came to an end with such a sudden reversal.

It seemed to have no results, but in reality, everyone's stance had already become clear. The landscape of the Ouyang Family was already quietly changing.

...

On Changting Peak.

"Xiao Tian, you brat, you really made me proud today!" Xiang Ting looked at Xiang Tian, who was holding Yan Qingyu, her face full of gratified smiles.

"Just luck, it's nothing." Xiang Tian waved his hand.

"Cousin, I really didn't expect you to have such a heroic side!" Ouyang Yuexi, standing to the side, naturally looked at Xiang Tian with new admiration.

"When I heard about what you did in the Secret Realm earlier, my jaw nearly dropped in shock!"

She paused, "Who would have thought that you, someone lecherous, untalented, and plain-looking, could actually achieve such a battle record? I thought my ears were mishearing things at the time!"

Xiang Tian felt black lines across his forehead, and the corners of his mouth twitched. This girl was too straightforward; who disparages people like that?

"Ahem! Yuexi, how can you talk about your cousin like that?" Xiang Ting coughed lightly twice, promptly interrupting their conversation. If they kept chatting, wouldn't their relationship get more and more strained!

"Since Xiao Tian has already shown such astonishing potential, why don't you marry him? That way, I can rest easy."

"Mom! Why are you bringing this up again?" Ouyang Yuexi's cheeks flushed red. She snorted coldly and turned her face away.

"I just don't feel at ease handing you over to any other man." Xiang Ting said with a serious expression.

Just at this moment, Xiang Tian suddenly spoke, his tone completely serious, "I don't accept gifts for the holidays this year!"