Manipulative Harem God



*Thud!*

Tang Dexin, "Master! Please accept this humble man as your disciple!"

Zhang Wei's eyebrows shot up, caught off guard by this unexpected turn of events.

Meanwhile, Wang Zheng stood there, utterly perplexed. "What are you saying, Doctor Tang? Do you truly wish to acknowledge a man younger than you as your master!?" he questioned, his confusion evident.

It was a puzzle Wang Zheng couldn't piece together, leaving him utterly bewildered. But Tang Dexin remained unwavering, refusing to raise his head.

"Master, until you acknowledge me, I will remain like this!" he declared with a mix of loudness and nervousness, waiting with bated breath for Zhang Wei's response. 

At first taken aback by Tang Dexin's fervent plea, Zhang Wei's initial surprise melted into a wry smirk. "I don't take disciples," he stated with a casual certainty.

Tang Dexin, still attempting to persist, began, "Master, I—!"

Zhang Wei's hand raised to halt the words. "Enough," he interjected, his tone firm. "I don't take disciples; I only accept subordinates when they prove themselves worthy. Do you still believe you meet that criteria?"

In Tang Dexin's eyes, a renewed determination sparkled like the sun breaking through clouds. He swiftly produced numerous cards, a cascade of potential offerings. "Master, I don't possess vast wealth, just a few billion at most. However, I hold the esteemed position of dean at one of Xianghui City's largest hospitals. Could this suffice? If not, I'm willing to—"

"Alright, that's enough," Zhang Wei interrupted before the situation spiraled into absurdity. "While you do fall slightly short of my typical criteria for subordinates, your unyielding dedication has caught my attention. Reluctantly, I shall accept you."

The system was speechless with Zhang Wei's shamelessness, and bold claims. ["..."]

The unfortunate, Tang Dexin's countenance shone with reverence, and he immediately knelt, his voice brimming with respect, "The disciple humbly greets the master!"

Zhang Wei's expression twitched slightly, a mixture of bemusement and resignation crossing his features. 'Xianghui City...' he mused, the unexpected turn of events opening a pathway he hadn't anticipated.

In that moment, he realized he had gained an unplanned contact in Xianghui City, a foothold established in an unforeseen way. 

Staring in stunned silence at the kneeling figure of Tang Dexin, Wang Zheng's mind whirled with a torrent of thoughts. 'Is his skill truly that extraordinary?' he pondered, his suspicion casting a shadow of uncertainty over the situation.

He regarded Zhang Wei with a skeptical gaze, attempting to decipher the true depths of his abilities.

While Zhang Wei had indeed achieved a miraculous feat in healing his father, Wang Zheng couldn't fully comprehend the significance of this moment.

Was it truly enough to prompt Doctor Tang Dexin, renowned as a miracle worker, to not only acknowledge Zhang Wei but to beg for acceptance as his master?

What Wang Zheng missed was the profound significance of the Eight Needles of Heaven technique.

The legendary art, if mastered to its full potential, held the power to bestow an infinite lifespan, bestowing the gift of immortality upon its practitioner.

A life unbound by the constraints of time, a realm of existence beyond the ordinary, was the secret concealed within this technique.

Unaware of this hidden truth, Wang Zheng could not grasp the full implications of what had transpired.

His confusion and suspicion were only natural, given the lack of knowledge about the ancient arts that now intertwined with the lives of those present.

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About thirty minutes later, the room was abuzz with activity as Wang Liang opened his eyes, his first act to express gratitude to Zhang Wei before greeting everyone present.

Everyone was stunned by Wang Liang's miraculous recovery, casting ocaisonal curious glances upon Zhang Wei.

Amid the cheerful atmosphere, Wang Zheng noticed Zhang Wei, calmly smoking in a corner. Intrigued, he called out, "Doctor Zhang, what do you desire as a reward? Healing our patriarch deserves great generosity. Ask for anything within my power, and it shall be yours."

Zhang Wei's response was direct, without embellishments. "What can you offer me?"

His words left Wang Chonglin, Wang Zheng, and Wang Haoran momentarily taken aback.

Wang Haoran's eyes burned with a smoldering anger, his lips twtiched at Zhang Wei's blatant shameless words, 'He wants to negotiate?'

Sensing the brewing storm in Wang Haoran's expression, Zhang Wei lips curved into a cunning smile and he spoke loudly, "I only came here to settle a personal matter, but I happened to heal Patriach Wang along the way."

"Settle a personal matter!?" Wang Liang's eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise, his gaze sweeping across the room to witness the perplexed expressions of those gathered.

The question reverberated silently: who within the family dared to provoke this evil spirit?

Did they possess a death wish?

The revelation that Zhang Wei possessed the ability to heal Wang Liang's injury was a profound implication. It pointed to Zhang Wei being a cultivator, a realm that transcended ordinary warriors.

Though Wang Liang was a warrior himself, he dared not display any airs in the presence of someone bestowed with such celestial knowledge, one capable of unraveling the mysteries of heaven and earth.

Despite Wang Liang's stern gaze, a perplexing cloud hovered over the family members, each clueless about the identity of the one who had incurred Zhang Wei's displeasure.

Witnessing their collective confusion, Wang Liang found himself in a predicament. "Senior, who has truly offended you? I've been unconscious for quite some time, and I'm unaware of recent family affairs."

"Senior!?"

"Senior!?"

Both Wang Chonglin and Wang Zheng were left speechless. Gasps rippled through the room, each family member perplexed by the manner in which Zhang Wei was being addressed.

It was apparent to them that Zhang Wei was visibly younger than Wang Liang, prompting the question: why use the honorific "senior"?

The mannerisms of the martial arts world remained an mystery for them.

The crucial truth, often overlooked in the realms of power and status, was that in the face of superior strength, titles and age paled in comparison.

The one who held power and wisdom, who commanded the mystic forces of the universe, was indeed the "senior."