Urban Seduction: Housewives Club-Chapter 2127 - 448: The Zhang Family Collapses 3

Truth be told, with Wang Yue’s current cultivation, he could stroll right into the Zhang estate without breaking a sweat. He had enough raw power to slaughter his way from the front gate to the back door and out again.

In fact, in all of Tianhai, he was pretty much untouchable—except for Yu Suxin, who was currently god-knows-where.

However, the martial world was a giant spiderweb; pull one thread, and the whole thing vibrates. The Zhang family were card-carrying members of the Martial Arts Alliance, and the Alliance’s headquarters in the Capital had more than one Transcendence Realm powerhouse sitting on the throne.

Wang Yue had masked his appearance, but secrets have a way of leaking. If he went full-throttle and started a public massacre, someone would eventually sniff out the trail, and that would bring a shitstorm he didn’t feel like dealing with yet.

He needed to play the long game.

But just as Wang Yue was settling in for a war of attrition, things took an interesting turn. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

One afternoon, while he was out playing with Zhou Yifei and the twins, he got a ping from Zhang Hong. According to the mole Zhang Hong had planted inside the house, Zhang Jianyuan and his son were acting sketchy. Specifically Zhang Lingtian—the kid was practically living in the family treasury these days, ducking in and out at all hours.

The mole didn’t have the clearance to see exactly what Lingtian was doing, but it didn’t take a genius to smell a rat.

Zhang Hong knew the Head of the Family well. Jianyuan was an opportunist to his core—the kind of guy who’d do anything to win when he was up and anything to survive when he was down. Zhang Hong’s theory? The father-son duo were planning to bolt. Lingtian’s frequent trips to the warehouse were likely to siphon off the family’s treasures in small batches so as not to alert the rest of the clan.

For Wang Yue, this was golden news.

Zhang Jianyuan was the head of the house. If he ran—regardless of whether he actually escaped—it would be a finishing blow to the family’s morale. The Zhangs would collapse like a house of cards.

Since they were already jumpy as hell, Wang Yue decided to give the bowstring a little twang to speed up the nervous breakdown.

That evening, the surveillance systems for several blocks around the Zhang estate suddenly "glitched" out. A moment later, a short, grim-faced young man appeared out of thin air right in front of the main gates.

"It’s him!"

The Zhang disciples on guard duty scrambled like they’d seen a ghost. One of the weaker ones literally hit the floor, his legs turning to jelly. Wasn’t this the psycho who’d crippled two heirs and then murdered the Third Ancestor?

Was he tired of playing cat-and-mouse? Was the frontal assault finally happening?

"Relax. I’m not about to commit a PR nightmare by publicly slaughtering a registered Alliance faction," Wang Yue said, waving a hand to "reassure" them. Then his expression went cold. "But, I am going to sit right here and block this exit until your family rots from the inside out."

With that, he flickered and vanished into the shadows.

The guards slumped to the ground, drenched in cold sweat. The pressure that guy gave off was suffocating; now that it was gone, they felt like they’d just run a marathon.

The news hit the estate like a lightning strike.

It wasn’t even about the guards reporting it—the second Wang Yue arrived, he had unleashed the full weight of his Level 7 Mortal Shedding aura. It blanketed the entire villa like a heavy fog. Anyone with a halfway decent cultivation felt the crushing weight on their chest, and the stronger they were, the worse it felt.

The Zhang clan scrambled to the meeting hall, panic written on every face. Right as they gathered, the report from the gate arrived.

"...Ancestor, do we have a shot?" Zhang Jianyuan finally asked the question everyone was terrified to hear.

The Zhang Ancestor shook his head with a heavy sigh. "No. Judging by that aura, he’s at least in the late stages of the Mortal Shedding Realm. Against him, I doubt I’d last a single move."

In the nine levels of Mortal Shedding, every step is a new heaven. Even if the kid was "only" at Level 7, the gap between that and the Ancestor’s Level 5 was an ocean. Even with every secret technique and forbidden pill in the book, the Ancestor knew he had zero chance.

The room went dead silent. Someone started sobbing. "Then what? We just sit here and wait to die?"

The Ancestor didn’t answer. He had nothing.

Surprisingly, Zhang Jianyuan didn’t look defeated. "Don’t lose your heads. The guy said it himself—he doesn’t dare break in and start a massacre."

"So what? We stay trapped in this villa forever?" someone snapped back. "Even if we never leave, we still have to eat and drink!"

Silence fell again. Every Zhang member who had stepped outside lately had either died or vanished. No one was coming back. Logistics were dead. Supplies were cut off.

If this kept up, the Zhang family wouldn’t be killed—they’d be starved out. The high-level masters might last a while, but the rest would be gone in weeks.

"We have enough supplies in the villa to last a few months," Jianyuan said firmly. "In that time, we’ll contact the Martial Arts Alliance. I refuse to believe they’ll just sit back and let this happen."

The crowd relaxed slightly at his confidence. "We’re counting on you, Head."

"Of course. I’ll reach out immediately," Jianyuan promised. He pulled out his communicator right there and called the Tianhai branch of the Alliance, explaining the situation and begging for intervention.

The person on the other end agreed surprisingly quickly.

But the mood in the room didn’t lift much. The Alliance was a giant organization, sure, but it was made of people. And people are selfish. Even in the Alliance, everyone looks out for their own skin first.

If the enemy was some nobody, the Alliance would play the "justice" card in a heartbeat. But this was a late-stage Mortal Shedding expert—one of the strongest people under the Transcendence level, likely with a massive power backing him.

Would the Alliance really risk poking that bear just for the sake of the Zhangs? It was a toss-up.

The meeting dragged on until midnight before everyone dispersed, hearts heavy with dread.

Once Zhang Jianyuan was back in his private quarters, he summoned his son, Zhang Lingtian. "Tian, the preparations I told you about... how’s it going?"

"I’ve grabbed most of the high-value stuff," Lingtian reported. "Two more days and I can clean out the rest of the good shit without the Ancestor noticing."

"Let me see." Jianyuan held out his hand.

Lingtian pulled off his spatial ring and handed it over. Jianyuan scanned it—the ring’s internal space was the size of a master bedroom, and it was nearly packed to the rafters. Rare herbs, top-tier cultivation crystals, master-crafted weapons... this one ring held about 70% of the Zhang family’s entire liquid assets.

If Lingtian had two more days, they’d be walking away with over 80% of the family’s total wealth.