Volume One, Chapter 27: Let Me Show You the True Might of the Heavenly Emperor!-Reencarnei como vilã, só quero ficar de boa, mas minha família é poderosa demais(Espere por mim com uma tigela de mingau.)

He forcibly steadied his heart, announcing his arrival with a voice cold and arrogant.

He was determined to use his own hands to set things right and revive the Gu family!

Gu Fan’s voice, imbued with the laws of the God-Emperor Realm, echoed throughout the courtyard.

However, the shock and awe he had anticipated did not appear.

Old Fu, who was busy sweeping the floor, finally stopped his movements. He slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes fixed on Gu Fan with a gaze that remained calm and undisturbed.

"Ah, it’s the branch that was dispatched to guard the 'Heavenly Origin Realm Gate' three hundred epochs ago," Old Fu said in a flat tone, as if stating a trivial matter. "You have worked hard to find your way back."

To Gu Fan, this indifference felt like naked disregard and humiliation.

He suppressed his rage and said in a deep voice, "The branch I belonged to was long ago wiped out by the Pantheon! I am the only survivor! Carrying a sea of blood and deep resentment, I survived countless near-death trials to finally obtain the inheritance of an Ancient Heavenly Emperor, gaining the power to exact my revenge! I returned to the main lineage hoping to leverage its power to trample the Pantheon and soothe the spirits of my kin!"

He deliberately emphasized the words "Ancient Heavenly Emperor inheritance," as this was his greatest source of pride and reliance.

Sure enough, upon hearing these words, a flicker of expression finally appeared on Old Fu's face.

It was a look... a complex blend of pity and helplessness.

"The Pantheon?" Old Fu mused, as if trying to recall something. "Oh, that seems to be a force founded by a little fellow who called himself the 'Lord of All Gods' during the era before the last. He once came to our ancestral grounds to pay respects, hoping for a blessing from our founding ancestor, but he was turned away at the gate. I never imagined he would have such nerve now."

Old Fu spoke as if he were discussing a minor neighborhood affair.

Yet, to Gu Fan, these words were like a thunderbolt striking his head.

The founder of the Pantheon, that legendary supreme existence who had supposedly set one foot into the realm of transcendence, was merely a "little fellow" in the eyes of the main lineage? And he had been turned away at the gate?

How could this be possible!

In an instant, two thoughts flashed through Gu Fan's mind.

First, this old servant was bluffing, using false glory to cover up their current decline.

Second, the main lineage had indeed once been that magnificent, but now it had utterly fallen, leaving behind only these hollow memories.

He leaned toward the latter.

"No matter how glorious the past was, it is just the past!" Gu Fan’s eyes grew colder. "Look at the main lineage now! Look at your Young Master! He is nothing but a good-for-nothing drowning in pleasure! You have two women with peerless Dao foundations acting as maids, and an unfathomable expert sweeping the floor—is this how you treat talent? This is simply squandering the family’s final foundation!"

He grew increasingly agitated, pointing at the small black dog lying at Gu Changsheng’s feet, and said with pained indignation, "And that dog! I can sense that the collar on its neck is a supreme treasure woven from countless laws! You actually use such a treasure to leash a common cur? A waste of heavenly treasures! Simply a waste of heavenly treasures!"

Hearing this, Ji Ruxue, who was peeling a grape for Gu Changsheng, could not help but curl her lips into a mocking smirk.

A common cur?

She had seen with her own eyes that this very "common cur," having eaten a mouthful of the Young Master’s leftovers, had crushed a top-tier world on the verge of ascension with a single paw.

The narrow vision of this so-called "genius" named Gu Fan was simply laughable.

Ye Qingxian didn't even bother to lift her eyelids. In her heart, not only one Gu Fan, but ten thousand Gu Fans could not compare to a single strand of the Young Master’s hair. Someone who could not even perceive the Young Master’s "returning to simplicity" inaction Dao was not qualified to spout such nonsense here.

Their disdain ignited Gu Fan’s fury.

"You... you numb and indifferent fools! Can you truly be content to watch the final glory of the Gu family be squandered by this piece of trash?!"

Gu Fan pointed at Gu Changsheng, who was sleeping soundly on the lounge chair, and let out a heart-rending interrogation.

"I, Gu Fan, will set things right today!"

His aura surged violently, and the pressure of the God-Emperor Realm was released without reservation. Behind him, a vague phantom wearing an imperial crown, overlooking eternity, began to manifest.

"The fate of the main lineage should be held by a true expert! I, Gu Fan, bearing the Heavenly Emperor’s inheritance, should be the Master of the Gu family! I will lead you to rebuild our glory, trample the Pantheon, and make the name of the Gu family resound through the heavens once more!"

His voice was impassioned, filled with a sense of mission and tragic grandeur.

In his eyes, his current actions were undoubtedly the deeds of a hero turning the tide of collapse.

He would challenge this decaying order and awaken these sleeping people!

He locked his gaze onto Old Fu.

In his opinion, this old servant was the strongest person here; if he could defeat him, he could take full control of the main lineage.

"Old man, I know you are strong, but you are old, and your blood has gone cold! Step aside! Otherwise, do not blame me, Gu Fan, for not honoring our kinship for the sake of the family's future!"

Old Fu looked at the young man, who appeared to be in a state of madness, and finally let out a long sigh.

In that sigh, there was no fear, no anger, only a deep sense of exhaustion and pity.

It was like an old man who had seen the rise and fall of civilizations, watching a child build a castle on the sand and declare that he would conquer the sea.

"Child, you know nothing of power."

Old Fu slowly placed the broom in his hand to the side.

To Gu Fan, that motion was a signal that the old man was preparing to fight.

But to Ye Qingxian and Ji Ruxue, it was a gesture that made their hearts tighten.

Old Fu had put down the broom.

This meant that the person before them was no longer qualified to be dealt with using the broom that could sweep away the Heavenly Dao.

It meant that Old Fu no longer viewed him as a "trouble," but as a speck of "dust."

"One cannot speak of ice to a summer insect, nor of the sea to a frog in a well." Old Fu shook his head, his tone carrying a touch of desolation. "Your so-called pride, your so-called inheritance—before the Young Master, they are but the light of fireflies. How dare you compete with the brilliance of the bright moon?"

"Enough!" Gu Fan roared. "Stop with this pretentious nonsense! Today, I will show you what the true might of a Heavenly Emperor is!"

He had completely lost his patience and prepared to use his greatest power to crush the final dignity of this old servant.

However, Old Fu did not even look at him, but instead turned, bowed respectfully toward the lounge chair, and spoke.

"Young Master, there is a fly buzzing in my ear, disturbing your peaceful slumber."

Old Fu’s voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone in the courtyard clearly.

Gu Fan’s movements froze.

He, a God-Emperor of the Upper Realm, an heir of the Heavenly Emperor, was merely a... fly in someone else’s eyes?

A sense of unprecedented humiliation made him nearly go mad.

And just then, Gu Changsheng on the lounge chair seemed to truly be annoyed by the arguing.

He rolled over and let out a slurred, sleepy mutter.

"So annoying... too noisy..."

Gu Changsheng’s murmur was soft, slurred, and filled with the crankiness of someone whose sleep had been interrupted.

But to Gu Fan, this was the ultimate contempt.

He, Gu Fan, had gambled everything, filled with tragic indignation and a sense of mission, coming to revive the family—only to find that in the eyes of the master himself, his existence was just "annoying" and "too noisy"?

Rage and humiliation completely shattered his reason.

"Trash! You piece of trash who only deserves to lie on a chair! Today, I will make you see with your own eyes exactly how vast the gap is between you and me!"