My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 644 - 645: Eighth Senior Brother Zhu Peng

Chapter 644: Chapter 645: Eighth Senior Brother Zhu Peng

Boom!

A painful cry resonated as Yang Qi fell to the ground, spitting fresh blood.

The entire audience gasped in shock!

"Who is it that defeated Elder Yang Qi with just one move?"

"Elder Yang Qi is a True Disciple Elder!"

Everyone looked up and saw a man in golden robes approaching, dashing and handsome, holding a folding fan, and exuding grace!

"Cough, Zhu Peng, it’s you!" Yang Qi looked up, his pupils filled with surprise.

"Audacious, what right do you have to call me by my real name?" Zhu Peng glanced at Yang Qi, his gaze sharp as a knife’s edge.

"Saint Heir Zhu, I was wrong!" Yang Qi bowed his head.

"Scram!" Zhu Peng rebuked angrily.

Yang Qi left with a humiliated face.

Just as Yun Yue was about to escape, Zhu Peng commanded him to stop, "Stand there!"

Yun Yue turned around, trembling, and cautiously asked, "Saint Heir Zhu, do you need something?"

Smack!

Zhu Peng slapped him across the face, knocking Yun Yue to the ground.

"A mere True Disciple, who gave you the right to wear these golden robes? Strip them off!" Zhu Peng scolded.

What?

Hearing these words, Yun Yue’s face showed a mix of rage and shock; "But my father is the Cloud Crane Taoist..."

"So, it was Senior Cloud Crane who told you to wear the golden robes?" Zhu Peng’s tone was icy, "Since it’s Cloud Crane’s idea, I’ll make a note of it at the Enforcement Hall."

Boom!

Yun Yue was utterly terrified; he wore the golden robes only to flaunt his status!

If this matter were taken to the Enforcement Hall, the consequences would be unthinkable!

The Supreme Elder of the Enforcement Hall is known for his absolute impartiality and doesn’t get along with his own father!

Yun Yue was merely showing off, but could drag his father down if reported, a fact that scared him!

"Please, calm down, Sir, I don’t deserve to wear them, I’ll strip off these golden robes right now!" Yun Yue said, trying to contain his anger as he tore off his robes.

"Take your bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and scram!" Zhu Peng bellowed.

"Yes, yes!" Yun Yue fled in humiliation, like a beaten dog.

Ye Wudao witnessed this scene and was internally shocked.

A prominent True Disciple, the disciple of Cloud Crane Taoist!

Helpless in front of Zhu Peng!

Ye Wudao, seeing the injured members of the Dragon Soul lying on the ground, cupped his fists towards Zhu Peng and said, "Thank you, senior!"

"Hehe, junior brother, why call me senior? It seems so formal; I am also a Kunlun Saint Heir!" Zhu Peng said with a smile.

What?

Ye Wudao was startled; "You are also a Kunlun Saint Heir!"

"Mm," Zhu Peng smiled and nodded, "I am ranked eighth among the Kunlun Saint Heirs, just call me Eighth Brother!"

"Thank you, Eighth Brother, for your intervention!" Ye Wudao’s eyes were filled with gratitude. He was not afraid of Yun He, but the presence of a True Disciple Elder behind Yun He was a problem he couldn’t currently solve.

If Zhu Peng hadn’t arrived, today’s outcome would have been hard to predict!

"Hehe, junior brother, you’re too courteous; after all, we’re all Kunlun Saint Heirs, just family!" Zhu Peng laughed, then looked at Ye Wudao, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Junior brother, you are even younger than I thought. To be promoted to Kunlun Saint Heir at just twenty-four years old, impressive, impressive! I was five years older than you when I reached this rank!" Zhu Peng admired.

What?

Ye Wudao was shaken inside!

This Zhu Peng, promoted to Kunlun Saint Heir at twenty-nine!

Impressive indeed!

"Eighth Brother is too kind!" Ye Wudao was very humble.

After all, the man had just defeated a True Disciple Elder, an achievement of significant substance!

And being only a fourth-rank Battle Emperor himself, even though he possessed the ability to fight beyond his level, as the Kunlun Saint Son, it was more so in name than reality!

Only with strength like Zhu Peng’s was one able to firmly hold the position of Kunlun Saint Son!

Unchallenged by anyone!

"Junior brother, no need to be modest. With your talent, you will soon reach our level!"

Zhu Peng said with a smile, "This time, elder brother came in a hurry and didn’t bring any gifts, just these two books!"

Ye Wudao took the two books, and his pupils suddenly contracted!

These two books, one titled "Wild Thunder Blade Technique," and the other "Dragon Shadow Steps"

Both are pseudo-saint-level Cultivation Techniques!

They are of immense value!

"Little junior brother, your place is too dirty, let elder brother help you clean up!"

As he spoke, Zhu Peng took the initiative to pick up Ye Wudao’s broom and started cleaning earnestly.

"Eighth elder brother, how can this be right? Let me do it!" Ye Wudao said in shock. The other was the Kunlun Saint Son and not only gifted him books but also lowered his status to clean his house.

"Little junior brother, we Kunlun Saint Sons are different from others, we are family!" Zhu Peng said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Ye Wudao was moved!

If it was said that Li Yunshan, Niu Dagang, and some other core elders who came bearing gifts were only to foster closer ties,

It was more a matter of formalities!

But Zhu Peng’s actions were like those of a family visiting!

The feeling was completely different!

With Zhu Peng’s help, the originally messy and neglected new home was immediately revitalized.

"Not bad, now it feels like a home!" Zhu Peng said, then suddenly frowned, "It’s just missing something!"

"I also feel it’s missing something!" Ye Wudao nodded.

"I’ve got it!" Zhu Peng’s eyes lit up and said, "Human warmth!"

Exactly!

Human warmth!

Ye Wudao’s new home was very large, enough to accommodate hundreds of people. Now empty and just housing him alone, it naturally seemed cold and lacking in warmth.

"Little junior brother, I know a few sisters on my side who are quite beautiful, with sweet voices. Do you want me to call them over to be your maids?" Zhu Peng said with a laugh.

"Ahem, let’s not, I just want to focus on cultivation right now!" Ye Wudao said.

Just then, Mountain Tiger suddenly shouted, "Young master, you must look quickly. Mazi can’t make it anymore?"

What?

Ye Wudao immediately came before a scar-faced warrior.

"Cough, cough..." Mazi’s eyes brimmed with tears as he said, "Young master, I’m sorry, I can no longer serve you!"

With that, Mazi passed away.

Ye Wudao gently closed Mazi’s eyes with his hand, then fiercely punched the ground.

"Have Mazi buried honorably!" Ye Wudao’s eyes glinted with boundless murderous intent. "Yun Yue, for today’s events, I will make you pay a thousand-fold in the future!"

Ye Wudao looked around at the Dragon Soul Warriors, all of them injured, many with broken weapons, like Jiu Sha who quietly sat on the ground, caressing his broken ruler, uttering not a word.

They had come to seek refuge with him!

Yet, just upon arriving at Kunlun, before even benefiting from his patronage, they suffered such calamities!

A great disgrace!

This vengeance, if not avenged, vow I not to be human!

"Brothers, I will remember today’s account! Everyone has had a tiring journey, so rest well first!" Ye Wudao said.

The warriors of the Dragon Soul hung their heads in silence.

One of the warriors couldn’t help but say, "Young master, we do not fear hardship, nor do we fear death! It’s just that our weapons are damaged. We only wish to repair our weapons so we can serve the young master well!"

"Yes, young master, without our weapons, it’s like a soldier without a gun, a tiger without teeth!"

"Do you have a way for us to repair our weapons?" many Dragon Soul warriors looked at Ye Wudao, their eyes cautious.