My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 546 - 547: A Life Not Yet to End

Chapter 546: Chapter 547: A Life Not Yet to End

"Ah!" Mo Feixuan was startled, her pretty face draining of color. "Hell, Grandpa, does hell really exist in this world?"

"Strictly speaking, it’s not hell. That place is a forbidden zone for humanity, suppressing the most terrifying clan among the ancient hundred races!" The elder in purple cloak spoke with a grave expression.

"Master, could it be the Ghost Tribe that is mentioned in the ancient books?" Old Zhong also took a fright.

"Yes, it is the Ghost Tribe. The wounds on this lad were inflicted by a powerful being of the Ghost Tribe, with a cultivation level no weaker than mine!" The elder’s eyes darkened.

"Hiss!" Old Zhong inhaled sharply. My goodness, a member of the Ghost Tribe with a cultivation level not inferior to the master’s, that’s terrifying!

"Grandpa, what is the Ghost Tribe? Are they ghosts? Will they come out and eat people?" Mo Feixuan asked anxiously.

"Hehe, they’re not ghosts—just one of the many tribes from the primordial era. As for eating people, you needn’t worry about that! The Kunlun sect has guarded that place for generations; the Ghost Tribe does not dare to offend us!"

The elder chuckled, then patted Mo Feixuan’s head. "Besides, Bao’er, with Grandpa here, no one in this world dares to bully you!"

"Mm-hmm." Mo Feixuan nodded, completely trusting in her grandpa’s strength.

"Master, I’ve heard the Ghost Tribe is cruel and merciless, and no one has ever survived their hands. Moreover, this lad has been wounded by a Ghost Tribe powerhouse. How has he survived this long?" Old Zhong asked curiously, his face full of wonder.

"Hehe, the Seven Sages of Kunlun used their own lifeblood to seal his wounds, but this is just a temporary solution, not a cure!" The elder in purple explained.

So that’s how it is!

Old Zhong suddenly understood.

"Grandpa, please help Ye Wudao and save him!" Mo Feixuan said.

"Pfft!"

The elder couldn’t help but laugh. "Silly Bao’er, do you think your grandpa is a deity? This chap has contracted the Black Prison Dark Spot, and there’s a wound left by the Ghost Tribe powerhouse on his body. Even if you brought the Medical Saint himself here, he would have no choice but to stand by helplessly!"

"Ah!" Mo Feixuan’s mouth dropped open, then she asked nervously, "Then, what should we do?"

"Old Zhong, go and fetch me a shovel!" the elder in purple ordered.

"Yes." Old Zhong nodded and quickly brought a shovel over.

Ptui!

The elder spit into his hands, rubbed them together vigorously, and started digging a hole in the ground with the shovel.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" Mo Feixuan shouted.

"Obviously, I’m burying this lad!" the elder replied.

What?!

Mo Feixuan was dumbfounded. "Grandpa, why are you burying him?"

Sighing, Old Zhong explained, "Miss, don’t you understand what the master means? This lad is already cold; he’s a dead man. He won’t live."

"No, no!" Mo Feixuan shook her head repeatedly, pleading with the elder, "Grandpa, you must have a way to save him."

"It’s too late!"

The elder shook his head, "His wound was originally sealed by the Great Divine Power of Kunlun, but he must have faced a life-and-death crisis and used a Hundred Ghosts Break Prison Charm to remove the seal, invoking the power of the Ghost Tribe within the wound!"

"The effect must have been very strong, but the price... Tsk tsk, after tonight, he will become one of the Ghost Tribe, forever neither human nor ghost. Even if Grandpa doesn’t kill him, the people of Kunlun will!" the elder said with a cold laugh.

What?

Mo Feixuan’s pretty face turned deathly pale; "Oh God, Grandpa, are you saying he will turn into a ghost tribe member?"

"Exactly, that’s why Grandpa buried him and then used a huge rock to suppress him! This way, he won’t be able to come out and harm anyone in this lifetime!" The man in the purple robe laughed and continued to throw another shovel of dirt onto Ye Wudao.

"Thump!" Mo Feixuan knelt on the ground and said, "Grandpa, aren’t you a supreme cultivator with Great Divine Power? Please have pity, save him!"

"Alas," the man in the purple robe shook his head; "Bao’er, it’s too late, the wound has already burst open, there’s nothing that can be done."

Mo Feixuan quickly grabbed the man in the purple robe’s hand and pleaded; "Elder Zhong, please save Ye Wudao, "Grandpa, don’t you have the Sixth-Rank Golden Soul Pill? It can definitely work!"

"Even the Sixth-Rank Golden Soul Pill won’t work, unless it’s eighth-rank!" said the man in the purple robe.

Mo Feixuan was utterly desperate, her beautiful eyes brimming with crystal-clear tears; "Grandpa, can’t there really be no other solution?"

"There’s none. This kid is bound to be a disaster sooner or later. It’s better to bury him now to prevent him from defiling Youming Valley!" said the man in the purple robe.

"There must be a way, there has to be!" Mo Feixuan cried.

The old clock nearby couldn’t stand by either and said; "Ah, my lord, please think of something. This young lad is the young miss’s first patient. If he really dies, the young miss will surely be heartbroken for a lifetime."

The man in the purple robe, helpless about his precious granddaughter, sighed; "I wish I could, but I really can’t think of any good solutions!"

"Right, my lord, last year at your birthday celebration, people from the eight great royal families sent over gifts. They included all sorts of Spirit Pills and marvelous medicines. Perhaps there’s something that could treat this boy’s injury?" Old Zhong suggested.

"What good stuff could those eight great royal families have? The stuff they sent was so bad even a dog wouldn’t eat it; I threw all of it out as trash!"

While saying that, the man in the purple robe suddenly slapped his forehead, his eyes lighting up; "That’s right, Old Zhong, go to the storage room. Three years ago, for my birthday, those little demons from the demonic sect sent me an ancient, mysterious book. Look carefully for it; there might be a solution in there!"

"Yes!" Old Zhong nodded and immediately ran off to the storage room.

It wasn’t long before Old Zhong returned, holding a huge, gold-inlaid, black ancient book.

"My lord, I’ve found it!"

"Good!" The man in the purple robe quickly opened the ancient, mysterious book and started flipping through it seriously.

Soon, he came across the section on the ghost tribe.

"The ghost tribe, among the top ten of the hundred ancient tribes, sinister and ruthless. If wounded by the ghost tribe, one must be treated with the grass of Youming!" the elder said.

"Youming grass, Grandpa, there’s a way! The ancient, mysterious book says Youming grass can do it, and we have Youming grass in Youming Valley!" Mo Feixuan exclaimed excitedly.

The man in the purple robe gave a wry smile; "Youming grass has already been extinct in Youming Valley for years. Where is Grandpa supposed to find Youming grass for him?"

What?!

Mo Feixuan couldn’t believe it, her gaze incredulously turning to Old Zhong.

Old Zhong nodded; "The lord is right; Youming grass has indeed been extinct for twenty years!"

Mo Feixuan felt as though she had been doused with cold water, completely chilled to the bone.

The hope that had risen in her heart shattered once again!

"My lord, what should we do now?" asked Elder Zhong.

"The young lad was right, everyone has their fate, and perhaps this is his..." the man in the purple robe said with a touch of helplessness.

Just then, a clear, ethereal female voice came from the depths of Youming Valley; "He, is not fated to die yet!"