The Immortal Patriarch Chapter 1

I have lived for a thousand years and single-handedly founded the glory of the Ford family.

Today, I am the revered ancestor of the Fords, and the entire family answers to me.

Just because I identified a fake at an auction, the auctioneer thought I was targeting him personally.

He stormed into my antique shop, causing trouble and beating me severely without a word.

"Trash! You dare say my antique is fake? I think you're just trying to seduce Miss Ford!"

"I'm the prospective son-in-law chosen by the Ford family. I'm marrying the little princess of the elite circle, Claire Ford, next month!"

It turns out he is the fiancé of my thirty-second generation granddaughter, Claire Ford.

At the auction, he pulled Claire and acted spoiled, "Claire, at this auction, I have a surprise for you."

"Can you light the sky lantern for the final item? Look, I've even brought the item here for you."

When Claire saw me dying in a sack, she fell to her knees in terror on the spot.

"An... Ancestor, why is it you?"

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When Julian Zhao stormed into my antique shop like a hooligan, I was the only one there.

Seeing me calmly sipping tea, Julian was even more breathless with rage.

He grabbed a Tang Dynasty vase being restored on the table and was about to smash it at me.

"Claire Ford's property, fifty million. Go ahead, smash it."

This Mr. Zhao knew nothing, just glared at me.

"Bah! Gold digger, don't try to suppress me with Miss Ford!"

"I'm her fiancé. Fifty million is nothing. All her money will be mine in the future!"

"What kind of thing are you, you shameless pretty boy!"

What kind of thing am I?

I am her ancestor!

A thousand years ago, I accidentally consumed the elixir of immortality and single-handedly founded the glory of the Ford family.

Since then, the first rule of the Ford family has been—

"Never disobey the Ancestor."

When Claire Ford was a child, she didn't recognize me, pointing at my nose and asking who I was.

She was punished with thirty lashes and knelt in the ancestral hall for a whole night.

Since then, she has only had fear and respect for me.

If I tell her to go east, she dares not go west.

Julian Zhao didn't know this.

With a crash, the vase in his hand shattered at my feet.

Shards flew, cutting my face.

I touched the wound on my face, suppressing my anger.

But Julian became even more arrogant, walking closer with hands on his hips, pressing on my wound relentlessly.

"Scratch your face, let's see what you use to seduce my wife!"

"You cheap antique dealer, how dare you get in my wife's car and make her open the door for you!"

"Relying on your face to climb up, huh? Let's see how you rely on your face now!"

I pushed him down with a wave of my hand.

"Me getting in her car is giving her face!"

This child, Claire Ford, suddenly became obsessed with "lighting the sky lantern" (bidding regardless of price).

Unfortunately, several times she brought back fakes after lighting the sky lantern.

Her father begged me to accompany her to appraise items for her.

Who knew there were few genuine items in this auction house.

I couldn't help scolding her a few times, telling her not to embarrass the Ford family.

Claire Ford shivered and opened the door for me.

Only then did she tell the truth.

Her ulterior motive was not the antiques, but to please this man.

But looking at it now, he wants to enter the Ford family's door?

Impossible!

Pushed down by me, Julian Zhao's palm bled, pierced by shards.

"Bastard!"

He screamed in exasperation.

"Brothers, smash everything here!"

Immediately, a crowd swarmed in from outside the shop.

Holding sticks, they smashed my shop indiscriminately.

Shang Dynasty bronzeware, Tang Tricolor pottery, Song porcelain...

These treasures, worth about a billion, were all smashed to pieces.

I trembled all over, wanting to stop them but couldn't.

"Julian Zhao!"

I shouted loudly.

"Many items here were sent for restoration by major families in the elite circle. Can you afford to pay?!"

Hearing me say this, the people Julian brought gasped.

But Julian sneered, crossing his arms, fearless.

"Who are you trying to fool? Not a single thing in your shop is real!"

"You got this shop by seducing Miss Ford, right?" His eyes were splitting with anger, grabbing my hair and dragging me to the ground.

"Hers is mine. Even if I smash this place clean, she will only smile and say well smashed!"

As he spoke, Julian's fist landed solidly on my face.

It burned with pain.

I didn't want to lose my temper with a junior, but I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Have you had enough! Didn't Claire Ford tell you this is not a place where you can mess around?!"

I took out my phone and dialed Claire Ford's number.

With a beep, the call connected.

"Hello, Ancestor..."