He was even illiterate and couldn't even recognize all the words, let alone teach his son.

At this moment, he was devastated and doubted himself every minute and every second.

The princess continued to snort coldly: "None of your things are what I want, nor are they what my son wants. Go away!"

The boy behind me nodded vigorously.

[Lan Yue: Oh my, everyone's so excited. It seems like eating melons right here is really a great feeling. I haven't seen such an exciting scene in a long time.]

[However, when King Lin said that the Ghost King was completely broke, I was the first to disagree. Although the current Ghost King was only a poor Ghost King, his investments were impressive!]

The first talented woman he rescued became a powerful female prime minister. She left him two luxurious mansions, three estates, and three thousand acres of prime farmland.

The female prime minister had originally intended to come in person to express her gratitude, but she died before she could even arrive. She had no choice but to instruct her descendants to pass on the family business, passing it down through the generations to a ghost named Jiangxia.

[The current female prime minister's family still keeps this will, waiting for the Ghost King to come and reclaim their property.]

After hearing the inner thoughts, King Lin was dumbfounded.

The Ghost King immediately puffed out his chest and repeated what he had just said, feeling extremely proud.

Although he doesn't have the Prince Lin's Palace, he has a luxurious house and thousands of acres of fertile land!

It turns out that every investment is not in vain!

"Hmph, your thousands of acres of fertile land are nothing. The Lin Palace has more than you can imagine. You, an ignorant ghost, will never imagine how rich the Ling Palace's wealth is!"

King Lin recalled the family fortune his father had revealed to him and immediately straightened his back.

Old King Lin behind him turned pale with anger and wanted to strangle this guy to death.

[Lan Yue: Luxurious mansions, fine farms, and thousands of acres of fertile land are certainly no match for the wealth of Prince Lin's Mansion.]

[But the Ghost King invested more than one thing, he also invested in a martial arts leader!]

This martial arts leader was even more powerful. Because she had received favors from the Ghost King but had never been able to repay him, she built the Tingfeng Pavilion during her lifetime.

This Tingfeng Pavilion is a well-known assassin organization in the Jianghu. Initially, they would hunt down anyone in the Jianghu for money. Later, they even expanded into the world of cultivation. It is said that if they were given enough spirit stones, they would even hunt down cultivators in the Jindan and Yuanying stages!

[Indeed, this Tingfeng Pavilion was prepared by the Wulin Alliance Leader for the Ghost King. To make up for his regrets, he also set a rule for the Tingfeng Pavilion: if anyone finds a ghost named Jiang Xia, they must immediately surrender their position as Pavilion Leader and serve him as their master.]

"Hmph, so what if your Prince Lin's Mansion has a rich fortune? The entire Tingfeng Pavilion is mine!" The Ghost King proudly put his hands on his hips again.

"From now on, I will have the people from Tingfeng Pavilion hunt down the people from your Lin Palace every day, making your whole life a living hell!"

After these words were spoken, even King Lin frowned tightly, feeling that it was a difficult situation.

"What? Even Tingfeng Pavilion is yours. You must be lying!" King Lin looked ugly and refused to admit it.

"Hmph, you are totally nonsensical. You don't even know what Prince Lin's Mansion means!" Prince Lin gritted his teeth again.

"My father is a powerful cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage. You all know that cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage can even found their own sects. How can ordinary people like you understand that?"

"Tingfeng Pavilion actually wants to hunt down Yuanying cultivators. Dream on!"

At this moment, Old King Lin really wanted to slap him again.

Let him have a taste of dreaming.