The Strongest War God

Chapter 1994: The Rebellious Eldest Son Chapter 1994: The Rebellious Eldest Son Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “This person barged into the Imperial Residence and even held the Young Master hostage.” The eight of them quickly lowered their heads to report.

Only the middle-aged man froze when he saw Braydon Neal, his eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

“An… Ancestor?” “Hm?” Braydon teased the mischievous boy before turning to the dignified middle-aged man, smiling.

“Whose descendants are you?” “The South Pole Sea!” the dignified man responded, extremely excited as he knelt down.

“Washborn Neal, the 98th generation of the Neal family, greets the ancestor!” Aside from his father’s side, only his second and third uncles’ lineages traced back to the South Pole Sea.

They all shared his grandfather’s bloodline.

According to custom, the Northern King’s residence belonged to Braydon; branch family descendants weren’t typically permitted to enter.  The rightful heir was Trevon Neal, or his descendants.

However, Trevon was unmarried and childless.

The Neal family’s other disciples were allowed to live in the Imperial Residence in the capital.

Little did they realize that the descendants, who resided in the Northern King’s household, had endured for hundreds of generations.  They numbered over a thousand direct descendants and hundreds of thousands of collateral ones.

They had become the most powerful family in the vast capital.

“It’s a blessing to see the Neal family’s flourishing descendants.” Braydon chuckled.

As he spoke, Braydon entered the courtyard.

In the ancestral hall, a portrait hung prominently.

It was Braydon’s own portrait.

Dressed in snowy white robes, standing with his hands behind his back, he exuded an aura of authority.

The portrait had been drawn by Trevon, explaining why Washborn had recognized him immediately.  The portrait’s location in the ancestral hall limited viewing to direct descendants; branch descendants weren’t permitted entry.

With a wave of his hand, a thick book floated off the table.

Braydon opened to the first page, seeing the names of his grandfather and father.

The first generation of the Neal family began with his grandfather, and the second included his father and uncles.

The third generation was Braydon himself.

As the eldest son of the third generation, Braydon had two pages dedicated to his life.

The genealogy shone with glory due to Braydon alone.

Yet, it recorded only basic facts: Braydon’s wife, Heather Sage, had given him an elder son, Trevon Neal, and a younger daughter, Judith Neal.

No further details were noted.

It also documented Trevon’s life.

On Earth, Trevon rivaled his father.

But in the universe, no one could compare to Braydon.

After finishing the genealogy, Braydon understood the Neal family’s development.  He put the book back and said calmly, “The Neal family has thrived until today.

With so many disciples, discipline must not be neglected.

Understood?” “The eight iron laws of the Northern Army are the family rules of the Neal family.

They’ve been passed down for generations.

Whether direct or collateral descendants, anyone who breaks the rules faces death!” For the first time, Washborn raised his hand confidently in front of the legendary ancestor, affirming the Neal family’s unyielding standards.

It wasn’t just Braydon’s presence that upheld these standards.

One other figure reinforced them.

Trevon.

Trevon’s temperament mirrored his father’s.  He had long warned the Neal family that abusing the Neal name for personal gain would result in death without mercy.

In front of these strict family rules, all were equal, whether direct or collateral descendants.

Sometimes, direct descendants faced even harsher punishment if they broke the iron laws.

If one member erred, the entire family faced demotion to branch status, losing core privileges.

Simultaneously, the Neal family welcomed outstanding branch descendants into the fold.

Under such strict family rules, the Neal family held a sterling reputation in the capital.

In ten thousand years, even the few profligate young masters had been quickly dealt with.

Braydon said softly, “The Neal family bloodline is one of the eight great human lineages, extraordinary by origin.

The children of the family must broaden their horizons beyond the capital.

If the opportunity arises, they should venture out.” “Our ancestor’s teachings will be recorded in the genealogy for future generations,” Washborn pledged earnestly.

It wasn’t an exaggeration on Washborn’s part.

The Neal family’s honor rested on Braydon.

Throughout the capital and the cultivators of the universe, all showed deference before the Neal family.

It was all thanks to Braydon.

Just then, an earth-shaking roar erupted outside the Neal family’s house, a terrifying presence engulfing the Northern King’s mansion.

“Washborn, get out here!” The roar shook the heavens.

The mischievous boy in Braydon’s arms shrank back in fear.

Braydon smiled faintly.

“Interesting.

I haven’t often seen someone shout in front of the Northern King.” “Apologies, Ancestor.

I’ll handle this immediately,” Washborn said, sweating.

Braydon shook his head.

“The Neal family’s rules restrict our own disciples, preventing wrongdoing without breaking their spirit.

The Neal family doesn’t produce cowards.” “This…” Washborn hesitated.

The young man outside was his eldest son.

Ten years ago, he had renounced the Neal family.

It had shocked the capital.

Even Dominic Lowe had intervened, concerned that the Neal family was a keystone in the capital and the world of martial artists.

The Northern King’s Mansion represented order.

The Neal family stood for Braydon.

If the Neal family called on Braydon’s name to summon former allies, no one would dare challenge them.

At this moment, Braydon arrived with the child in front of the mansion.

“You unfilial son!

How dare you show such insolence before the Ancestor!

Kneel and confess your wrongs!” Washborn shouted.

“Washborn Neal, don’t use Neal family rules to control me.

I declared my departure from the Neal family ten years ago.

Your Neal family means nothing to me now.

Today, I’ve come for revenge!” An arrogant young man stood with a black sword.

A cold sword!

His aura surged; he had reached the immortal realm.

Murderous intent radiated from him.

“Is this your eldest son?” Braydon chuckled.

“Apologies, but yes, he’s my eldest,” Washborn replied bitterly.

Braydon replied softly, “As a father, I know the importance of an eldest son.

If all goes well, he’ll be the next master of the Imperial Residence.

Why such tension?” “It’s difficult to explain.

Years ago, this unfilial son wandered outside and fell for a demon.” “The Neal family is versed in the ways of the universe.

How could our next head marry a demoness?” Washborn said.

“You fool, Qabita is a half-demon; her father’s human.

She has human blood.

When she reaches the immortal realm, she can use a secret technique to purify her origins and become fully human,” the arrogant young man retorted, seething.

“A demon is still a demon, and a half-demon is no exception,” Washborn barked.

“The Neal family forbids intermarriage with non-humans.

That’s an iron rule.

If the family hadn’t pleaded on your behalf, I’d have dealt with you already!” “Alright, where is she?” Braydon asked with a resigned smile.

“She’s gone,” replied Washborn.