My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 828 - 829: Encountering the Old Rascal Again

Chapter 828: Chapter 829: Encountering the Old Rascal Again

"Young master, our abilities are limited; we wish you and Elder Long smooth sailing!" Zhao Qingtian and the others cupped their fists in salute.

"Third brother, be careful out there!"

"We’ll be waiting for your safe return!" Dugu Zhan and Weir said.

"Alright!" Ye Wudao nodded.

Outside the hotel.

"Where is the Demon Heaven Auction House?" Ye Wudao asked.

"The Demon Heaven Auction House doesn’t have a fixed location. It’s said to have deep and mysterious connections, with the owner being a formidable powerhouse at the Transformation Realm, a major figure with authority that reaches the heavens!" Master Skeletal spoke; "This time, the auction’s venue was chosen to be the secretive Mystic Turtle Island!"

Mystic Turtle Island?

To the side, Long Mie froze, shocked; "Isn’t Mystic Turtle Island the territory of the Mystic Turtle Clan?"

"The Mystic Turtle Clan?" Ye Wudao asked curiously.

"Like my Dragon Clan, the Mystic Turtle Clan was one of the Ancient Hundred Clans, steeped in history!" Long Mie explained.

"What you’re talking about is ancient history. The Mystic Turtle Clan was wiped out years ago by the joint forces of Heavenly Corpse Sect, Magic Blood Sect, and Black Shark Sect! Now, the three sects manage Mystic Turtle Island together!" Master Skeletal elaborated.

What!?

Long Mie’s face sank upon hearing this, forcing down fury as he muttered; "Humans truly are the cruelest creatures!"

Ye Wudao sighed inwardly as he listened!

One of the Ancient Hundred Clans, destroyed just like that!

Half a day later.

By the shore.

Ye Wudao and the other two walked on water, traversing the sea as though on solid ground.

After all, once one’s cultivation reached Warlord Saint level, crossing large lakes or rivers became commonplace!

And for those at the True Pill stage of cultivation, even crossing the ocean presented no difficulty!

Just then, the three suddenly stopped.

A colossal island enshrouded in dense black fog loomed ahead, majestic and towering. From afar, it appeared like a massive Mystic Turtle.

"Young master Ye, that’s the renowned Mystic Turtle Island!" Master Skeletal pointed toward the island ahead.

Ye Wudao looked up. Demonic Qi surged from the massive Mystic Turtle Island, and dozens of powerful gray currents of Demonic Qi shot skyward—each indicating the presence of True Pill level cultivators!

There were also several black streams of energy that far exceeded the surrounding gray Demonic Qi!

"Those black streams of energy—those must be Transformation Realm cultivators, correct?" Ye Wudao asked.

"Exactly!" Master Skeletal nodded; "Upon reaching the Transformation Realm, there’s no need to hide one’s cultivation. After all, Transformation Realm cultivators hold absolute authority, revered as honored guests whether in righteous sects or demonic cultivation sects like Heavenly Corpse Sect. Even the notoriously strict Demon Heaven Auction House grants them direct access to attend without any prerequisites, and offers luxurious private chambers as well!"

Ye Wudao inhaled deeply!

Indeed, in this world of survival of the fittest, power reigns supreme!

Ye Wudao and his companions moved quickly, and before long, arrived at Mystic Turtle Island.

Mystic Turtle Island was vast. On its shores, many martial artists were relentlessly digging and mining, periodically suffering whip lashes from Heavenly Corpse Sect’s members.

"Damn it, didn’t you eat anything?!"

"Move faster!"

Ye Wudao, watching this, frowned; "Who are those people?"

"You mean those mining slaves? They are family members from forces that were merged or subdued by Heavenly Corpse Sect. Their daily duty is to mine Spirit Veins on the island, and if one manages to excavate a Spirit Crystal, they can regain their freedom!" Master Skeletal explained.

"Heavenly Corpse Sect is utterly despicable!" Though rage burned within Ye Wudao, he understood clearly that with his current strength, he lacked the qualification to go against Heavenly Corpse Sect!

Soon, Ye Wudao and the others arrived at the center of Mystic Turtle Island, where a towering structure sat proudly, exuding immense energy!

The enormous building bore a signboard, upon which the grandly written characters for "Demon Heaven Auction House" gleamed under the sunlight, radiating a noble aura!

"So this is the Demon Heaven Auction House?" Long Mie remarked in awe.

"Truly magnificent!" Ye Wudao said.

As the pinnacle auction house in the cultivation world, Demon Heaven Auction House was known for its unyielding standards, evidenced by the guards at its very entrance—each at the True Pill stage of cultivation.

"Honored guests attending the Demon Heaven Auction, please present your entry tickets!"

Attendees began handing over their tickets one after another.

Just then, an old madman abruptly rushed into the scene.

"Stop him!" one of the guards shouted.

Soon, five or six guards surrounded the old madman, trapping him tightly.

"It’s that crazy old man again!"

"He’s been at it for half a month and still hasn’t given up!" Several guards recognized the old man’s identity.

"Listen, madman, stop causing trouble for us here! No one gets in without an entry ticket!"

Crazy and disheveled, the old man cursed loudly; "I am a prestigious Unity Realm great cultivator—who dares stop me?"

"Unity Realm my foot, you old bastard, you’re worth nothing!"

"Hilarious!"

"Boss, what should we do?" Several guards glanced at their captain.

The captain smiled bitterly; "It’s strange! This old man has no trace of cultivation, yet he’s oddly tough, resistant to blades and arrows—causing us grief for half a month! Forget it, drive him away for now. Today’s the grand event—the Demon Heaven Auction cannot be disrupted!"

"Understood!" The guards swarmed him.

"Enough! I am a great Unity Realm cultivator!"

"Hey-hey-hey, you True Pill brats dare lay hands on me, a mighty Unity Realm expert? Thunder, heed my command—strike!" The old man flailed exaggeratedly, performing gestures that amounted to nothing but noise without any effect.

Bam!

A guard kicked the old man in the stomach, sneering; "Madman, save your energy! Once the Demon Heaven Auction wraps up today, we’ll deal with you!"

"Ahhh, truly the saying goes: ’A dragon stranded in shallow waters is mocked by shrimps; a tiger fallen to flatlands is bullied by dogs.’ I, once a great Unity Realm cultivator, who roamed Dragon Country unopposed, have now been reduced to this disgrace!" The old man cursed furiously, then his stomach let out a loud growl.

"Ugh, only three days without food and I’m already starving. Getting old really is a hassle!" The madman staggered up and approached nearby attendees, pleading; "Dear guests, could you spare a Spirit Stone for a poor old man? I am, after all, a Unity Realm expert, and I promise to repay you ten thousand Spirit Stones later!"

"Get lost, old scum!"

"Even beggars dare ask me for charity? You must be tired of living!" Some irate guests responded by kicking the madman violently.

The old man endured the pain, limped his way to Master Skeletal, and hunched over; "Good sir, could you spare a little money for me to buy some steamed buns to ease my hunger?"

"Scram!" Master Skeletal, far from benevolent, as a Heavenly Corpse Sect elder, had hands stained with blood.

Just as Master Skeletal was about to take action, Ye Wudao suddenly intervened; "Wait!"

In the next moment, Ye Wudao stared closely at the madman, his expression shifting to astonishment; "Godfather..."

This madman was none other than his father’s godfather, and thus his own god-grandfather, the infamous "Old Rogue!"

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