My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 841 - 842: Myriad Beasts Mountain

Chapter 841: Chapter 842: Myriad Beasts Mountain

What!?

Long Mie felt as though he had been struck by lightning upon hearing this!

Be someone’s mount?

What kind of joke is this!?

It’s like escaping a wolf only to run into a tiger!

"Apologies, as a member of the dragon race, Long Mie will never serve as anyone’s mount!" Long Mie firmly refused.

"Hmph, Fourth Uncle, he’s unwilling..." The purple-haired girl appeared upset, letting out a soft humph through her delicate nose, clearly showing her displeasure.

"Haha, it’s fine. Let me, your Fourth Uncle, handle this!" The old man in the azure robe smiled kindly. "Little dragon, do you know where the two of us come from?"

Long Mie shook his head.

Having just entered this cultivation world not long ago, he had no clue about the origins of these two people.

"The two of us hail from Myriad Beasts Mountain. Surely, you’ve heard of it?" the azure-robed elder asked with a smile.

Myriad Beasts Mountain!

Upon hearing this name, Long Mie’s mind began frantically searching for memories related to it. Very quickly, his eyes lit up—he had heard an elder in the dragon clan mention Myriad Beasts Mountain before!

It is said that humans have a major sect known as Myriad Beasts Mountain!

The mountain is filled with countless beasts and countless demon creatures!

A great sect with a history of a thousand years!

Renowned for their beast-taming skills!

"Could it be the sect that’s known as the number one Beast-Taming Sect under the heavens, Myriad Beasts Mountain?" Long Mie cautiously inquired.

"Precisely!" The azure-robed elder stroked his beard and said with a smile, "I am an elder of Myriad Beasts Mountain, Daoist Qingyang, and this young lady here is Myriad Beasts Mountain’s eldest miss—Zi Ling!"

"Hmph!" The girl named Zi Ling let out a soft snort.

*Gasp!*

Long Mie’s expression grew serious!

The background of this old and young duo was astoundingly significant!

The strength of Myriad Beasts Mountain far surpassed that of the Heavenly Corpse Sect!

If it came to an outright confrontation, he would surely die!

What’s more, these two had shown him great kindness by saving his life!

"I wonder what Senior Qingyang wishes of me?" Long Mie lowered his stance.

Daoist Qingyang smiled, "My lady here likes you and wants you to become her mount!"

"That is absolutely impossible!" Long Mie exclaimed, immediately reverting to his human form. Bald-headed with a fierce and menacing look, he cupped his hands and said, "Honored to have caught Lady Zi Ling’s eye, but I’m far too ugly for such a role!"

"No matter, this lady prefers ugly ones. Ugly people are more dependable!" Zi Ling replied with a laugh.

"..." Daoist Qingyang.

"..." Long Mie.

"Ahem, did you hear what my lady said? How about this: Myriad Beasts Mountain never forces anyone. All you need to do is guard the mountain for three years, and this favor you owe us will be repaid. How about it?" Daoist Qingyang proposed.

What!?

Long Mie was stunned but quickly shook his head, saying, "No way..."

"What, not even willing for three years? Or are you dragons just opportunists who abandon morality for benefit?" Daoist Qingyang frowned with displeasure.

"Please, senior, calm your anger!" Long Mie hastily clasped his hands, explaining, "It’s not that I am unwilling, but we dragons live for millennia; a mere three years is hardly worth mentioning!"

Daoist Qingyang nodded. The longevity of dragons was a fact known to all disciples of Myriad Beasts Mountain.

"Then what is your reason?" Daoist Qingyang pressed.

"Senior, to be honest, I have a sworn brother currently being pursued by Hei Kui Sanren and has also offended a powerhouse from the Heavenly Corpse Sect. I cannot rest easy leaving him behind," said Long Mie.

"Oh? You’re quite loyal for a little dragon," Daoist Qingyang remarked, surprised.

"Does that mean if we help you, you’ll return with me and obediently serve as my mount?" Zi Ling teased with a playful smile.

"I’d return, yes, but serving as a mount... Let’s just say I’ll reconsider..." Long Mie whispered meekly.

"Hehe, so you agree! Fourth Uncle, please help him!" Zi Ling laughed, immediately acting coquettishly toward Daoist Qingyang.

"Haha, help the little dragon, or help you, hm?" Daoist Qingyang said teasingly.

"Of course, to help... help..." Zi Ling’s delicate cheeks flushed red.

"Fine, fine, this old man will see what’s going on!" Daoist Qingyang performed a hand seal, closing his eyes as waves of Divine Sense radiated outward.

Ten miles!

A hundred miles!

The extension of Divine Sense to a hundred miles was already a feat of a late-stage Unity Realm cultivator!

Yet Daoist Qingyang’s Divine Sense continued spreading!

One hundred twenty miles!

One hundred fifty miles!

One hundred eighty miles!

Finally, Daoist Qingyang’s eyes snapped open, and he said, "Found him!"

"Senior, how is my brother?" Long Mie asked nervously.

At the same time—

A sandy beach.

Ye Wudao fled in a panic. Seeing that no one was pursuing him, he exhaled heavily!

"Phew, that was close. I managed to keep my life!" Ye Wudao patted his chest, having narrowly escaped pursuit by a Unity Realm cultivator was utterly nerve-wracking!

"Kid, you’re running quite excitedly, eh?" A familiar, laughing voice suddenly rang out.

"Who?" Ye Wudao looked up warily, only to see an old man dressed like a beggar. His pupils shrank in shock as he exclaimed, "Godfather!"

It was none other than his godfather—Old Rogue!

"Godfather, are you okay?" Ye Wudao asked in concern.

"What could possibly happen to me?" Old Rogue grinned.

"Good, then we need to leave. This place is too dangerous!" Ye Wudao urged.

"Dangerous? At this hour of the night?" Old Rogue looked terribly dissatisfied and scoffed, "Brat, you disappoint me. You couldn’t handle just an early-stage Unity Realm cultivator and got this disheveled!"

What!?

Ye Wudao’s heart raced.

Wasn’t Godfather supposed to have no cultivation at all!?

How does he know all this?

Could he have been hiding his power?

"Kid, want to get stronger?" Old Rogue grinned.

*Plop!* On his knees, Ye Wudao knelt down and pleaded, "Wudao humbly begs Godfather to impart his techniques and teachings!"

"Good lad, perceptive, aren’t you?" Old Rogue took a swig of wine and leisurely laughed, "Want me to teach you? That depends on whether you have what it takes!"

Just then, Old Rogue cast a glance at the sky, his gaze emitting an overwhelming light. "Seen enough yet? Get lost already!"

At the same time—

One hundred eighty miles away.

"Ah!" Daoist Qingyang suddenly cried out, clutching one of his eyes.

"Fourth Uncle, what happened to you?" Zi Ling asked in concern.

"There—there’s a Unity Realm master standing guard next to that boy..." Daoist Qingyang gasped.

Unity Realm!

Zi Ling was stunned. "Fourth Uncle, are you certain?"

"Absolutely! For someone to see through my Divine Sense at a glance, only a peak Unity Realm cultivator could achieve such a feat! That expert is definitely in the Unity Realm!" Daoist Qingyang said with reverence.

"So, does that mean my brother is safe?" Long Mie asked excitedly.

"Naturally! If that Unity Realm expert wanted to kill him, a single glance would be enough! Since they haven’t, your brother must be unharmed!" Daoist Qingyang concluded.

"Thank you, senior, for your guidance!" Long Mie said vigorously.

"Miss, let us leave," Daoist Qingyang suggested.

"Alright!" Zi Ling nodded and turned to Long Mie. "Big Guy, this means you can come with us now, right?"

"Of course. A man must honor his word!" Long Mie agreed.

Daoist Qingyang smiled in satisfaction, preparing to leave astride his crane.

But Long Mie, standing in place, suddenly pivoted and bolted!

"Aaaah! Big Guy, you liar!" Zi Ling cried out, utterly enraged.

"I’ll be damned if I waste my dragonhood becoming someone’s mount, guarding their mountain gate, doing hard labor. Keep dreaming!" Long Mie cackled, rapidly fleeing as he felt a surge of freedom. "The sky is vast, the seas boundless—no one can control me, Long Mie, haha!"

"You!" Zi Ling’s eyes welled with tears, her delicate face filled with unbearable grievance. "Fourth Uncle, wuuuu..."

"Do not cry, my lady. This insolent dragon needs a lesson. Watch as your Fourth Uncle handles it!" Daoist Qingyang frowned and retrieved a purple rope adorned with intricate feather patterns—it was an exquisite Grade-Six magical treasure.

"Purple Lightning Rope, go!"

*Whoosh!*

The purple rope transformed into a lightning strike, instantly binding Long Mie, injecting him with constant electric shocks.

"Aaargh..." Long Mie screamed in pain, hurriedly pleading, "Mercy, senior! Mercy!"

"Hmph, you little dragon lied and then tried to run?" Daoist Qingyang sneered.

"No more running! I was just... just joking!" Long Mie said awkwardly with a smile.

"Let’s go!" Daoist Qingyang mounted his crane and flew, dragging the bound Long Mie behind him with a long rope.

Long Mie’s heart burned with resolve. "Old Ye, wait for me. At most three years—no, I swear, within three months—I’ll come find you!"