In Xiaoyu Town of Fusheng City.

At the end of Bluestone Street was a white-walled and dainty courtyard with a high gate.

A plaque hung high above the main gate, with the words "Jiang Mansion" written on it.

This was the mansion of the Jiang family, a wealthy family of Xiaoyu Town.

Jiang Ping was leisurely lying on a bamboo rattan chair, humming a tune.

The afternoon sun shone on his body, making him feel warm and comfortable.

But just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard an anxious voice.

"Patriarch, something serious has happened!"

Jiang Ping woke with a start.

Then, he saw the anxious butler panting as he came running in from outside the door.

"Uncle Zhong, slow down. You're not young anymore. Why are you still so impatient?" Jiang Ping casually said and pointed at the tea on the stone table.

"Drink some water first."

The man called Chen Zhong was the butler of Jiang Ping's residence.

He was already over 50 years old, but that meant he was wise and experienced, and was a very capable assistant.

He was usually very calm, and he was rarely as flustered as he was today.

Needless to say, something bad must have happened.

Chen Zhong's face was flushed red, and he was out of breath. Clearly, he had been running too fast.

He did not seem to have heard what Jiang Ping said, instead he said anxiously, "Patriarch, something bad has happened. Miss Wan'er has beaten someone up on Sanshi Street!"

Jiang Ping immediately became nervous, and could not help but frown.

He had three daughters, and among them, the eldest daughter was the naughtiest.

She was a little girl, but she was more torturous than a boy.

At the age of five or six, she often made Jiang Ping and other people worry.

"I'll have to teach her a lesson when she's back!"

Jiang Ping snorted and said to Chen Zhong.

"Go to the bank to withdraw some money and apologize to the other party."

When the old butler heard this, his face became somewhat hesitant.

"Patriarch, I'm afraid this won't do."

"What now?"

"Miss Wan'er has beaten Li Xiaojiang, the Li family's youngest son."

Jiang Ping was instantly stunned, and his brows knitted together.

This Li family was an influential cultivation family in Xiaoyu Town.

The family was powerful, and they didn't lack anything, least of all money.

They also owned a few spiritual fields that could be used to grow spiritual herbs.

Although these damaged spiritual fields weren't worth much, the status of the Li family was very high and they were different from ordinary families.

Money alone would not be enough to appease them.

'Sigh! Forget it,' Jiang Ping thought.

Jiang Ping's brows slowly relaxed, and his tone became calm.

"Since that's the case, then just prepare more generous gifts."

"After all, they are all five or six-year-old children who don't know how to behave."

"When you are at the Li family, be humble and courteous. I think they won't make things too difficult for our Jiang family."

"You can go now."

After saying that, Jiang Ping waved his hand.

The butler sighed lightly, nodded his head, and left.

This Li family had been acting arrogantly and tyrannically in Xiaoyu Town lately.

They might not give him face easily.

If Patriarch didn't show up personally, the Li family might not let them get away with it.

But now that Jiang Ping had spoken, he could only do as he was told.

Looking at his back as he left, Jiang Ping couldn't help but fall into his memories.

Three years ago, he accidentally transmigrated to this world.

Then he became the head of a cultivation family in decline and even had three young daughters.

This was a cultivation world where strength was the most important thing.

In order to increase their strength, the cultivators fought and killed each other.

In order to prevent the cruel battles from affecting his daughters' growth, Jiang Ping and his family lived in seclusion in Xiaoyu Town near Fusheng City.

However, cultivators existed even in the remote Xiaoyu Town.

For example, Li Batian, the patriarch of the Li family, was a cultivator at the peak of the refinement realm.

The realms of cultivators ranged from low to high, namely physical tempering, Qi refinement, core building, and origin core.

As for the later realms, ordinary people had no way of knowing.

Because even the strongest person in Fusheng City was only at the origin core realm, and even the number of core building cultivators was pitifully few.

And in this remote town, even a physical tempering cultivator was a person that ordinary people would look up to.

As for the patriarch of the Li family, he was even more extraordinary.

He was considered a famous figure even in Fusheng City, not to mention in Xiaoyu Town.

Therefore, the Li family was usually the dominant power of this Xiaoyu Town.

How could ordinary people dare to offend them?

Thinking of his eldest daughter, Jiang Ping felt a headache coming on again.

This daughter of his was usually naughty and mischievous, but the worst thing was that she liked to beat people up.

He had taught her earnestly, hoping that she could become a proper lady, but she just had to become a wild child instead.

He didn't know whether the Li family would accept the apology or not.

The sun slowly set in the west, and the shadows gradually grew longer under the dimming sunlight.

Jiang Ping lay on the bamboo chair, no longer as comfortable as before.

"Patriarch, something bad has happened!"

Another wave of anxious shouts came from outside the door.

Chen Zhong's voice could be heard before he appeared, as was his habit.

Jiang Ping had just sat up when he saw Chen Zhong running in with a red face, panting heavily.

A pile of exquisitely wrapped gift boxes was clutched in his hands.

Needless to say, he must have been rejected and forced back by the Li family.

Sure enough, Chen Zhong said with a dark face, "Patriarch, this Li family is too much."

"I went to apologize to them, but they didn't even look at the gift. They didn't even let me in and started scolding me."

"They said..."

Chen Zhong stammered and lowered his head, not daring to say anything more.

Jiang Ping was stunned. He could already tell that the Li family had probably used some harsh words.

Otherwise, his butler wouldn't have been scared speechless.

"What else did they say? You don't have to hide it from me."

"They said that in Xiaoyu Town, no one dares to offend the Li family."

"They also said that if you don't go personally and apologize, then our Jiang family will have to pay a heavy price."

Jiang Ping's face instantly darkened when he heard this.

This matter wouldn't be resolved so easily.

He sighed. This was yet another troublesome matter.

At this moment, a little girl wearing a red dress walked in from outside.

Behind her was another girl who was about 14 or 15 years old.

The girl in the red dress was fair-skinned and looked extremely cute.

"Today is a good day, and I'm thinking about..."

She hummed the tune her father taught her and bounced around like an innocent and lively child.

There wasn't the slightest bit of worry or regret in her expression.

She didn't even have the slightest idea that hitting someone was wrong!

That's right, the girl in the red dress was his eldest daughter, Jiang Wan'er. The older girl who entered with her was her personal maid.

Jiang Ping's face instantly darkened, and his voice was low.

"Wan'er, come over here."

Jiang Wan'er, who had just entered, felt her heart thump.

Her father rarely spoke to her in such a tone. What was going on today?

The smile on Jiang Wan'er's face quickly faded, and she ran toward Jiang Ping with small steps.