"A brewer. You have the nerve to step into this house with such a profession?"
The luxurious hall resounded with an earth-shaking roar.
A middle-aged man, with black hair and dressed in white, clenched a profession awakening form tightly in his hand, waves of terrifying pressure emanating from his body like a raging storm.
"You disgraceful thing! You don't even have the courage to take your own life!"
*Bang!*
The awakening form was slammed hard onto the table.
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**Profession Awakening Form**
**School: Second Junior High School of Tianjian City**
**Class: 9th Grade, Class 8**
**Name: Wang Xianxian**
**Age: 15**
**Realm: Tongmai Realm · Nine Vessels**
**Profession: Brewer**
**Talent: Awakening Failed (It is possible that the talent is too weak to be detected.)**
**Overall Rating: F**
**Recommendation: This student's profession falls under the life-related category, and due to the lack of talent, it is advised that this student should not advance to Tianwu High School. (Recommendation is for reference only, please make judgments based on your family situation.)**
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Wang Xianxian lowered his head deeply, staring blankly at the form on the table.
The words on the form stood out in stark clarity, especially the part marked in red — **Talent Awakening Failed**.
These few bold red characters, combined with his father's insults, pierced through the fragile pride of the young boy like sharp blades.
"The Wang family of Tianjian has had a legacy for thousands of years, with a reputation renowned far and wide!"
"For thousands of years, every child of the Wang family has awakened a sword-related profession, without exception!"
"And yet you! You're the only one to awaken a brewer profession!"
"Not to mention, you even failed in awakening a talent!"
"Do you want to bring complete shame to this family, you wretched thing!"
Faced with his father's fury, Wang Xianxian showed no visible emotions, for he had long grown accustomed to his father's scorn.
In his violent rage, Wang Jiannian glared at Wang Xianxian, who kept his head lowered, his gaze filled with extreme disgust.
At this moment, the elegant lady sitting nearby slowly rose and walked over to Wang Jiannian, gently massaging his temples.
"Jiannian, don't get too worked up. Think of something happy. Our Beichen not only awakened a rare profession, but his talent also reached the X-level."
"The government just called the patriarch, and even the tenth elder has come out of seclusion for this."
"We're meeting the elders soon. You don't want to leave a bad impression, especially with the clan leader elections coming up."
Hearing his wife's words, Wang Jiannian's face finally eased, and he snorted coldly.
"Useless thing. Your mother begged for leniency, and you don't even show gratitude? Where are the manners I taught you?"
To his surprise, Wang Xianxian remained unmoved by his words, simply standing there in silence.
This gesture only reignited Wang Jiannian's anger.
"Worthless wretch, are you deaf?!"
Finally, the boy raised his head.
"She is not my mother."
With this one sentence, the atmosphere in the room plummeted to an icy chill.
Wang Jiannian's eyes locked onto his son's, as if he were about to tear him apart with his bare hands.
"Say that again, I dare you!"
Wang Xianxian stared calmly at his father, enunciating each word with care.
"She is not my mother. My mother's name was Mo Wangge, and she passed away five years ago."
As soon as the words left his mouth, an overwhelming pressure crushed down on Wang Xianxian.
The frail boy couldn't withstand the sheer force of it!
Just as Wang Jiannian was about to strike, a voice came from outside the door.
"Third Master, the tenth elder requests your presence at the ancestral hall, along with the Third Madam and Young Master Xianxian."
The guard's message halted Wang Jiannian's intent to punish Wang Xianxian.
He shot a look of loathing at the boy, who had collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath.
"A brewer for a profession… Just like that wine-obsessed wench, Mo Wangge."
After spitting out those words, Wang Jiannian stormed off with his wife.
As he was about to step out of the hall, Wang Jiannian suddenly stopped.
"Get up, you worthless thing, and follow!"
Wang Xianxian struggled to his feet, watching his father and stepmother walk away arm in arm. His face contorted with rage, veins bulging.
His mother had been insulted, and he wished nothing more than to tear them apart, to devour their flesh and drink their blood!
But dignity only exists on the edge of a blade. The dignity of the weak is worthless.
After a moment of silence, the boy released his clenched fists and bowed his head, following them.
As Wang Jiannian walked ahead, he glanced back at Wang Xianxian and then turned to his wife.
"Is everything arranged?"
Murong Wan smiled disdainfully. "Rest assured, the evidence has already been planted in his room."
"Make sure nothing goes wrong," Wang Jiannian reminded her again, "Any slip-ups during this crucial period could cost us the election."
Murong Wan patted her husband's arm gently. "With Beichen on our side, which elder wouldn't give us some leeway?"
"As long as we deal with that little burden, Wang Xianxian, we won't have any worries left."
The mere mention of Wang Xianxian made Wang Jiannian grit his teeth in fury.
"Awakening such a worthless profession has truly disgraced me!"
"People will definitely use this against us, so we must act first!"
Murong Wan soothed him, "It's fine, Jiannian. We still have Beichen. Once we take care of that little waste today, no one will dare mention it to you again."
"No matter what, Beichen's talent is tied to the future of our family. The elders won't make things too difficult for you."
Thinking of his younger son, Wang Jiannian gently patted his wife's hand and spoke softly.
"To have a wife like you—what more could I ask for? Having you by my side is the greatest blessing of my life."
Murong Wan leaned her head on Wang Jiannian's shoulder and said, "As long as the three of us stand united, nothing can stop us…"
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Wang Family Ancestral Hall.
As a clan with nearly ten thousand years of history, the Wang family's ancestral hall was enormous.
This was not only the place where the clan worshiped their ancestors but also where major family decisions were made.
Large families like this one have highly sophisticated organizational structures and power divisions.
Unlike what many novels depict, the family head of a powerful clan in Huaxia's Celestial Dynasty doesn't necessarily have great strength.
Cultivation often requires a pure heart dedicated to the pursuit of the Dao, meaning a full commitment to cultivation. Top-tier cultivators find it difficult to manage the many affairs of a family while maintaining their own cultivation progress.
Thus, every family member holds a different role within the family.
In simple terms, family members are divided into two categories: **Warlike** and **Commercial**.
**Warlike** family members possess extraordinary talent and are solely responsible for cultivating, earning military achievements for the family, and defending against family enemies when necessary. They are the backbone of the family!
**Commercial** family members, with more average talent, manage the family's enterprises and secure resources to support the cultivation of the warlike members.
In an era overrun by fierce beasts, humans instinctively formed families for survival. Thus, family bonds are extremely important in this world!
Generally speaking, there would never be any disdain from the warlike members toward the commercial ones.
Family members are bound by blood, and they respect and support one another with the aim of ensuring the prosperity of their family.
However, due to Wang Beichen's special status, he received unique attention from the clan.
Wang Xianxian, however, couldn't understand why the clan had summoned him here today.
He looked around, confused, at the hundreds of elders in the ancestral hall.
It was clear from their expressions that something significant was about to happen today.