Starting as a War God: Global Goddesses Blocking my Door

Century Sky City Villa Complex, located at the foot of Mount Laojun in the East Suburb of Central Plains.

The scenery here is beautiful, the air fresh, and the grass lush; this is the home of the Jiang Family, an Extraordinary Family Clan from Central Plains.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the Jiang Family mansion is solemn, with white silk hanging everywhere.

The Young Master of the Jiang Family, Jiang Long, had drowned at the mere age of six, casting a shadow of grief over the entire grand household.

In the central position of the ancestral hall, the portrait of Young Master Jiang Long was displayed.

Jiang Hong, the head of the Jiang Family, looked at Jiang Long's portrait, tears streaming down his face as he said, "Long'er, you were so young, how could you depart so suddenly?"

"Your father had found the best Feng Shui master in Central Plains, Master Song, who said that this calamity was destined for you in life, but if we find a girl born on the exact same year, month, and day as you to be buried with you, your life calamity can be resolved, and in a few years, you can be reborn into the Jiang Family!"

"The girl to be buried with you has already been found by your father, named Ye Ling'er, a girl of stunning beauty, the best candidate for the burial!"

"Tomorrow morning will be the day when you are laid to rest, and your father will ensure that this girl will be buried with you!"

At this point, a resolute expression showed in Jiang Hong's eyes.

Having had a son at an older age, he doted on him immensely; Jiang Long's unexpected death by drowning was as shocking to Jiang Hong as a thunderclap.

To have Jiang Long reborn into the Jiang Family, he was ready to sacrifice the life of Ye Ling'er to accompany his son in death.

"Trouble has arisen, Head of the Family, there's been a major incident!"

While Jiang Hong looked at his son's portrait with a face full of unwillingness to part, the butler rushed into the ancestral hall in a fluster.

Seeing the butler's panicked appearance, Jiang Hong frowned and said displeased, "What matter could cause such panic?"

"Sec... Second Master is dead!"

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Facing Jiang Hong's interrogation, the butler swallowed hard, his face pale as he spoke.

What! The Second Master is dead?

Boom!!!

As soon as these words were said, Jiang Hong felt as if struck by a bolt of lightning, his whole body stiffening, frozen in place.

Whoosh—

After a brief moment of shock, Jiang Hong took a swift step forward and grabbed the butler's collar, his voice filled with disbelief, "What? What did you say? The Second is dead?"

"Head... Head of the Family, it's... it's true," stammered the butler, frightened.

"Impossible! That's absolutely impossible!"

Jiang Hong barked, his eyes wide with shock; he had just lost his son, how could his perfectly healthy younger brother be dead as well?

The butler's face turned white, and he added, "If the Head of the Family doesn't believe it, you can verify for yourself; Second Master's body has already been brought back!"

"Impossible!" Jiang Hong clenched his teeth.

Thud thud!

At this moment, two Jiang Family servants arrived, carrying a stretcher on which lay the already deceased Second Master of the Jiang Family, Jiang He.

Scrape, scrape!

Upon seeing Jiang He lying on the stretcher, eyes wide open with a look of terror and no longer breathing, Jiang Hong's vision darkened, and he nearly collapsed.

"Head of the Family!"

The butler acted quickly, supporting Jiang Hong who was about to fall over.

Confirming his younger brother's death, Jiang Hong felt his brain buzzing; gasping for air, he found it difficult to regain his composure.

Several minutes later, with a fierce look on his face like a demon, Jiang Hong demanded harshly, "What on earth happened? How could my perfectly fine younger brother suffer such a cruel fate?"

"Head of the Family, the incident was sudden, we only just received the news; who the murderer is, we still do not know!"

In front of the furious Jiang Hong, the butler kept swallowing saliva, his face as white as paper, too terrified to even breathe deeply.

"What? The second one is dead, and you're telling me you have no idea who the killer is?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hong jumped up like thunder. He suddenly swung his hand and harshly slapped the butler across the face.

With a crack, the butler was struck by Jiang Hong's slap, a red imprint of five fingers quickly emerging on his face.

"We're sorry, Head of the Family, we will investigate immediately, immediately!"

Jiang Hong, distraught and sick with grief, his eyes filled with frenzied blood vessels, hysterically roared, "Investigate, I want you to search thoroughly!"

"Jiang Long hasn't even been buried yet. At this critical juncture, someone dared to murder my younger brother. Does this person not take the Jiang Family seriously at all? Lawlessness! Utter lawlessness!"

"You must find this person, I want to shred him to pieces, I want to scatter his ashes with my own hands!!!"

...

Meanwhile, in the main hall of the Central Plains Tang Family.

Seeing how young Ye Fan was, the Head of the Tang Family, Tang Zhengwen, expressed his surprise, "You're Ye Fan?"

"Indeed, Head of the Tang Family, I am Ye Fan!" Ye Fan responded without concealment.

After confirming Ye Fan's identity, Tang Zhengwen said in surprise, "A week ago, the Young Master of the Jiang Family, Jiang Long, died by drowning. Consequently, Jiang Hong consulted a fortune-teller, who claimed that by finding a girl born on the same year, month, and day as Jiang Long to be buried with him, Jiang Long would be reborn into the Jiang Family within a few years!"

"Following the incident, the Jiang Family mobilized all their connections, quickly targeting a girl named Ye Ling'er. The Jiang Family immediately mobilized, but it's said this Ye family is not susceptible to soft or hard tactics. May I ask what relation you have to this Ye Ling'er?"

"Ling'er is my daughter!" Ye Fan's eyes reddened slightly when Tang Zhengwen questioned him.

"Oh? Ye Ling'er is your daughter?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Zhengwen was greatly surprised and immediately asked again, "I wonder, Mr. Ye, what brings you to my Tang Family this time?"

"Head of the Tang Family, to be frank, not long ago Ling'er was attacked by the Jiang Family and is now in critical condition. I've heard that the Tang Family possesses Dragon Blood Grass, and I, Ye Fan, have come especially to ask for this medicine!" Ye Fan earnestly declared.

"Dragon Blood Grass?"

At the mention of these three words, Tang Zhengwen's pupils constricted; he had not expected Ye Fan to come for the Dragon Blood Grass.

Ye Fan continued earnestly, "Yes, Dragon Blood Grass. As long as the Tang Family can provide Dragon Blood Grass to save my daughter, I, Ye Fan, will be sure to repay this great kindness in the future!"

"Ye Fan, do you understand the relation between my Tang Family and the Jiang Family?"

Seeing Ye Fan's determined look, as if he wouldn't give up on the Dragon Blood Grass, Tang Zhengwen intensified his tone.

Ye Fan replied, "It is said that the Tang Family and the Jiang Family have been friends for a century!"

"That's right!"

Tang Zhengwen nodded, his hands behind his back and his expression grave, he said, "In the Central Plains, there are only a handful of century-old clans, and indeed, the Tang Family and the Jiang Family have been friends for generations, always on good terms!"

"Although this time the Young Master of the Jiang Family, Jiang Long, died unexpectedly, and Jiang Hong sought a fortune-teller who proposed your daughter be buried with him to resolve the ominous fate—I find it absurd, but I can't help you at this juncture!"

"Moreover, Dragon Blood Grass is extremely rare and in a hundred years, my Tang Family has only secured one plant. How could a nobody like you give my Tang Family a significant reward?"

"Leave now, as if you were never here!"

As he spoke, Tang Zhengwen's face showed coldness and disdain, a look that shut others out from thousands of miles away.

"Head of the Tang Family, from what you're saying, there's nothing to discuss?"

Gazing at Tang Zhengwen's high and mighty attitude and thinking of his critically ill daughter, Ye Fan clenched his fists, his eyes turning bloodshot.

"What else did you expect?"

Laughing coldly, Tang Zhengwen pointed to the door and ordered dismissively, "Do you know how you got in here? If it weren't for the face of Commander Lin Wulin, you wouldn't even have the qualifications to enter my Tang Family's door!"

"Knowing the close relationship between my Tang Family and the Jiang Family, yet you still dare to come here asking for Dragon Blood Grass—it's a daydream!"

"If you know what's good for you, get out of my Tang Family immediately!"