My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 812 - 813 Slightly Prepared Modest Gift, Please Kindly Accept

Chapter 812: Chapter 813 Slightly Prepared Modest Gift, Please Kindly Accept

Crash!

A single stone stirs a thousand waves!

The Ninth Elder’s face changed drastically, and he instinctively stepped back; "You—you’re Ye Wudao!"

"Insolence! The true name of the Kunlun Young Master—can mere Martial Artists like you dare to utter it?" Zhao Qingtian rebuked angrily.

Ye Wudao’s status is revered; as the Kunlun Young Master, only True Pill-level cultivators are worthy of addressing him by name!

"Ye, this is the Dongfang family. You’re not welcome here—leave immediately!" The Ninth Elder snapped.

"Insolence! Mind your manners!" A cold voice rang out, echoing throughout the Dongfang family estate—it was Dongfang Xiao!

"Family Head!" The Ninth Elder’s face turned pale.

"Haha, the renowned Kunlun Young Master Ye pays us a visit—how this brings glory to my humble Dongfang family. Please, come inside! Ninth Elder, lead the way!" Dongfang Xiao’s voice echoed.

"Yes!" The Ninth Elder swallowed hard, bowed, and gestured deferentially; "Please!"

Ye Wudao ignored the Ninth Elder completely, clasped his hands behind his back, and strode boldly into the Dongfang family estate!

The Dongfang family estate was vast, filled with artificial hills, pavilions, and decorative bridges—a layout unmistakably arranged by masters of extraordinary skill!

Along the way, members of the Dongfang family curiously eyed Ye Wudao and his entourage.

"Who are they?"

"Are they guests of the Dongfang family?"

"Even the Ninth Elder personally greeted them—such an extraordinary spectacle..."

Inside the Dongfang family hall.

Outside the doors stood dozens of Saint-level Martial Artists!

The closer one approached the interior, the stronger the gathered power—it was evident that those who had the privilege to stand inside were the pinnacle of Saint-level masters!

Within the grand hall, several chairs were set up.

Only True Pill-level cultivators had the honor of sitting in those chairs, the bedrock of the Dongfang family’s strength!

"That Ye dares to show his face here!" said an elderly man with a goat beard.

"Hmph, this kid really has the audacity to come."

"Now that the Kunlun Seven Sages have declared themselves in closed-door cultivation until they reach the Spirit Transformation Realm, Kunlun is essentially an empty shell. If that Ye dares to make trouble in the Dongfang family, we can just find an excuse to kill him!" Three True Pill-level cultivators of the Dongfang family whispered amongst themselves.

At this moment, a gaunt elder appeared, his scorpion-like eyes chilling to the core. The ravines etched on his face bore numerous scars, fiercely alarming, making direct gaze unbearable.

This was none other than the Dongfang family’s head!

Dongfang Xiao!

"Family Head!" Everyone bowed in respect.

Dongfang Xiao nodded, seated himself at the foremost position, and gently picked up a teacup for a sip.

Right then, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

"They’re here!"

Everyone looked up to behold dozens of figures stepping forward. Zhao Qingtian, Yan Donglai, and others appeared before the assembled members of the Dongfang family.

Immediately, Zhao Qingtian and the others parted to create a path, leaving Ye Wudao standing at the very front!

"Is he Ye Wudao?"

"The youngest Kunlun Young Master in history?"

"He looks far too young—no more than twenty-something. Tsk, his strength is merely at Fifth-grade Saint-level—a rank that doesn’t even count in our Dongfang family!"

"I can’t fathom what the Kunlun Seven Sages were thinking, allowing someone so young to serve as Kunlun Young Master!" The elite figures within the Dongfang family murmured in private.

Dongfang Xiao, seated at the foremost position, gently sipped his tea and said, "Prepare a seat for Young Master Ye."

A servant quickly brought over a crude wooden stool and placed it before Ye Wudao.

At this sight, Zhao Qingtian and the others flew into a rage: "Dongfang family, how dare you insult our young master with such a shabby chair!"

It was evident the Dongfang family was deliberately humiliating Ye Wudao!

Dongfang Xiao sat proudly on an ornate chair, while Ye Wudao was offered nothing more than a humble stool!

The disparity was stark!

Ye Wudao responded flatly: "No need to sit."

"Oh?" Dongfang Xiao smiled, set down his teacup, and curiously asked, "Haha, I wonder what brings Young Master Ye to grace the Dongfang family with your presence?"

"Haha, Family Head Dongfang loves feigning ignorance," Ye Wudao sneered.

"I fail to understand what you mean, Young Master Ye," Dongfang Xiao said with a shake of his head.

"Haha, the Su family was cruelly annihilated; my mother and fiancée disappeared without explanation. Surely this cannot be unrelated to the Dongfang family?" Ye Wudao retorted.

"Enough!"

"Ye Wudao, how dare you spew such slander?" Several True Pill-level cultivators of the Dongfang family lashed out angrily.

Dongfang Xiao raised a hand to signal silence, then chuckled: "Haha, Young Master Ye, food may be consumed recklessly, but words must not be spoken lightly—everything requires evidence."

"Evidence?" Ye Wudao pulled out an exquisitely crafted lady’s phoenix diamond ring and smirked: "Family Head Dongfang, haven’t you already given me the evidence yourself?"

"Hahaha..." Dongfang Xiao burst into laughter: "Young Master Ye certainly knows how to jest. Not to mention that this ring is unrelated to me, but to act on the basis of merely an item like this, surely treating my Dongfang family with such contempt is unreasonable!"

"Dongfang Xiao, I once considered you a hero, but instead, you’re nothing more than a coward who dares not own up to his deeds!" Ye Wudao sneered coldly.

Dongfang Xiao took another sip of tea, smiled, and said, "Haha, Young Master Ye, perhaps you should return to the Ye family for a look. My younger brother Dongfang Ming insisted on visiting your family for condolence—I, as his elder brother, could do nothing to stop him."

"Haha, that boy surnamed Ye must be unaware that the Ye family is about to be utterly wiped out by Lord Dongfang Ming!"

"He still dares to stir trouble in the Dongfang family!"

"Utterly laughable!" Several True Pill-level cultivators of the Dongfang family mocked, sending the entire crowd into uproarious laughter.

"Is that so?" Ye Wudao sneered, pulling out three blood-red bundles from his storage ring and tossing them onto the ground.

"What is this?" Dongfang Xiao asked with curiosity.

"Before arriving, I prepared a small gift—please accept it," Ye Wudao said with a faint smile.

"Haha, a gift from Young Master Ye? Surely priceless. Third Brother, open it!" Dongfang Xiao ordered.

"Yes, Big Brother!" Third Master of the Dongfang family stepped forward, curious as he opened one of the red bundles—a bloody severed head greeted him, causing his body to shudder: "Fifth Brother!"

Gasps filled the hall!

"My God, this is Fifth Master’s decapitated head!"

The Third Master tremblingly opened the second bundle, gasping in shock: "Fourth Brother!"

"Heavens, it’s Fourth Master’s head!"

"Both Fourth and Fifth Masters have been killed!"

Not only were the elite figures of the Dongfang family stunned, but even Dongfang Xiao, seated in the foremost position, gripped his teacup tightly, his face dark and furious to an extreme, growling: "Open the final bundle!"

The Third Master of the Dongfang family swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he opened the last red bundle!

Crash!

The Third Master collapsed to the ground in fright: "Second Brother!"

The sight of Dongfang Ming’s head, bloodied and severed, appeared before everyone!

"Heavens, it’s Second Master Dongfang Ming!"

"Second Master is ranked as the second-strongest in the Dongfang family—being a pinnacle-level True Pill cultivator, second only to Family Head Dongfang Xiao himself!

"Second Master has also met with death!" Gasps of horror echoed throughout the hall!

"Second Brother!" Dongfang Xiao could no longer suppress the fiery rage in his chest, roaring like an enraged lion, his eyes blazing as he fixed his gaze on Ye Wudao: "Good, good, good! Ye Lingtian is vicious indeed, capable of killing three of my True Pill-level cultivators—I truly underestimated him!"

Ye Wudao flatly replied: "You’re overthinking it; killing chickens doesn’t require a bull’s blade—to deal with them was just a casual act on my part."