My wife who comes from a wealthy family-Chapter 941 - 942: The Kunlun Bell Stolen

"Old Ye, y-you’ve broken through to the late stage of the Transformation Realm?" Long Mie exclaimed, his mouth agape.

"Young master had just broken through to the mid stage of the Transformation Realm not long ago..." Black Fox muttered in disbelief.

Ye Wudao immediately examined his own cultivation—and what he discovered shocked him to his core!

He had actually broken through to the late stage of the Transformation Realm!

Could it be?

The scenes of last night’s storm of passions flashed through Ye Wudao’s mind. He glanced at Su Yueli, radiant like a delicate flower, the corners of his mouth quirking into a roguish smile.

It had to be because of that!

Su Yueli’s beautiful eyes sparkled with bashfulness even as her charming face contorted into an adorable yet fierce expression; she glared at Ye Wudao.

Heh heh!

Ye Wudao’s heart brimmed with joy!

Unexpectedly, after a night with Yueli, his cultivation soared!

Equivalent to years of grueling effort!

Too incredible!

"You punk breaking through to the late stage of the Transformation Realm puts this old man’s mind at ease." The old rogue sighed emotionally while looking at Ye Wudao!

Long Mie, Black Fox, and the others all stared at Ye Wudao with eyes full of envy and jealousy!

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In the early stage of the Transformation Realm, he could already stand toe-to-toe with cultivators at the early stage of the Unity Realm Stage—dominating completely!

On Dragon Island, he had faced Long Zhan, whose cultivation far exceeded his own, and turned certain defeat into victory. Breaking through to the mid stage of the Transformation Realm in the process, he defeated Long Zhan, who possessed late-stage Unity Realm power, and earned the title of Dragon Island’s strongest warrior!

Now, he had entered the late stage of the Transformation Realm!

Never mind late-stage Unity cultivators!

Even ordinary Unity Realm peak masters would struggle to kill him!

"Alright! This old man has mostly completed his tasks. Time for me to leave!" The old rogue spun around with his hands clasped behind his back—his solitary figure exuded a tragic aura, reminiscent of a lone warrior who climbs over countless fallen bones to victory.

"God-grandfather, Godfather, what is this all about?" Ye Wudao and his father asked in confusion.

"This old man has his own mission to fulfill." The old rogue replied.

"Your mission?" Ye Wudao’s eyes betrayed his lack of understanding.

"To guard against the descent of the Virtual Realm’s people to the lower planes!" The old rogue said.

"If Virtual Realm inhabitants truly come, what will happen?" Long Mie asked curiously.

The old rogue didn’t answer directly but instead posed a question, chuckling: "If you’re hungry and you enter a fishpond, what do you do?"

"Catch fish, of course! If I can’t catch any, I’ll drain the water to sate my hunger..." Long Mie responded.

"Haha... To the people of the Virtual Realm, we are those fish—a pond full of plump, delicious fish!" the old rogue said.

Sssss!

Everyone inhaled sharply, a chill creeping over them!

"Hunters never concern themselves with the feelings of their prey! Just as a tiger hunts a goat out of instinct, in the eyes of the Virtual Realm’s people, they are noble beings, and we are destined to be their slaves." The old rogue’s words were both ruthless and true.

"No! If the Virtual Realm people dare to invade, we can resist with blades in hand!" Long Mie declared.

"Resist?" The old rogue sneered: "Haha... You don’t understand the Virtual Realm’s might! Forget it; there’s no point discussing it further!"

"God-grandfather, isn’t there a way to counter them?" Ye Wudao asked eagerly.

"There is!" The old rogue’s eyes flashed with determination as he spoke. "In ancient times, to prevent the Virtual Realm’s invasion, the supreme cultivators of old went to great lengths, expending countless treasures to forge nine supreme artifacts. They are the Divine Dragon Cauldron, the Phoenix Stone, the Fuxi Zither, the Haotian Tower, the Demon Refining Pot, the Xuanyuan Sword, the Kongtong Seal, the Supreme Mirror, and the final treasure housed within Kunlun—the Kunlun Bell!"

"These are the legendary Nine Ancient Supreme Artifacts?" Ye Lingtian asked.

"Correct!" The old rogue nodded.

"With these nine supreme treasures, we should be safe and sound, no?" Ye Wudao asked with a smile.

The old rogue shook his head: "Not true. Over the endless passage of time, only five of the nine treasures remain. Dragon Island holds the Divine Dragon Cauldron, the demon clan possesses the Demon Refining Pot, Mo Wudi wields the Xuanyuan Sword, I have the Supreme Mirror, and the last one lies within Kunlun."

"Could it be... the Kunlun Bell?" Ye Wudao asked instinctively.

"Exactly!" The old rogue confirmed with a nod. "The Kunlun Bell must be protected at all costs! The enemy will stop at nothing to obtain such artifacts. Remember, Wudao, even if it costs your life, you must defend it. If it’s lost, the consequences will be catastrophic—humanity could descend into the depths of endless purgatory!"

The weight of the old rogue’s words pressed heavily on everyone present.

"God-grandfather, I will!" Ye Wudao vowed firmly.

"Farewell!" The old rogue spun around, his figure soon vanishing into the distance!

"Farewell, God-grandfather!" Ye Wudao clasped his hands in salute.

"Farewell, Senior Old Rogue!" Long Mie, Black Fox, and Jiu Sha all bowed deeply.

"Never forget—this world is far from peaceful. The tranquility we enjoy is thanks to those who shoulder the burden in our stead!" Ye Lingtian sighed, speaking words that resonated deeply.

Everyone nodded solemnly in agreement.

At that moment, rushed footsteps sounded!

"Young Master!"

Who is it?

Ye Wudao turned his head to see Zhao Qingtian rushing over, his face frantic.

"Senior Brother Zhao, what brings you here in such a hurry?" Ye Wudao asked with a smile.

"Young Master, something grave has happened in Kunlun!" Zhao Qingtian spoke breathlessly.

"Something grave? Senior Brother Zhao, don’t panic; explain slowly!" Ye Wudao said, curious.

"The Kunlun Bell, which hung within the Kunlun Great Hall, was stolen last night!" Zhao Qingtian declared, his face lined with worry.

What?

The Kunlun Bell was stolen!

Ye Wudao’s expression darkened!

"God-grandfather just said we must defend the Kunlun Bell—and now it’s been stolen!" Su Yueli said nervously.

Crack!

Ye Wudao clenched his fists tightly, his eyes gleaming with sharp determination: "To Kunlun—this matter will be thoroughly investigated!"