My wife who comes from a wealthy family-Chapter 846 - 847: Robbing the Old Scoundrel

Bang!

Bang!

Ye Wudao kept striking the Golden Thunder Bamboo with his palm!

Hard work pays off!

Ye Wudao needed over two thousand strikes to break his first Golden Thunder Bamboo!

But to break the second one, the number of strikes surprisingly decreased by two hundred!

When Ye Wudao broke the third bamboo, the number of strikes reduced again—this time by three hundred!

From over two thousand strikes at the start to just over one thousand!

Eight hundred!

Six hundred!

Three hundred!

"Wow, Master, your strikes are getting fewer and fewer! You’re improving so fast!" Little Tower exclaimed excitedly.

In just three days!

Ye Wudao had already broken twenty Golden Thunder Bamboos!

It was astonishingly fast!

At that moment, a tantalizing aroma wafted through the air.

"What is that? Smells amazing!" Ye Wudao wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand and turned his head instinctively.

He saw Old Scoundrel walking over with a roasted chicken in hand, oil dripping from his mouth as he ate. Seeing the twenty Golden Thunder Bamboos on the ground, he remarked in surprise, "Kid, you did all this?"

"Yeah." Ye Wudao nodded.

"Well, well! Not bad! You broke twenty Golden Thunder Bamboos in three days!" Old Scoundrel muttered to himself in surprise.

The task he set for Ye Wudao was meant to be impossible!

Just like the first assignment—to retrieve the liver of a Blood Shark!

Blood Sharks are pack animals, and to make it worse, their king presides over them!

Ye Wudao had fled back covered in dirt and shame, exactly as Old Scoundrel had expected!

The second task he gave Ye Wudao was no different!

To break one hundred Golden Thunder Bamboos with bare hands in one week!

It was a mission that no one except a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Realm could possibly achieve!

Yet this kid had managed to break twenty Golden Thunder Bamboos with his bare hands in three days, completely exceeding Old Scoundrel’s expectations!

Ye Wudao stared intensely at the roasted chicken in Old Scoundrel’s hands. His stomach let out a loud growl as he couldn’t help asking, "Grandpa, can I try a piece of that roasted chicken you’re eating?"

It wasn’t that Ye Wudao was gluttonous!

During this time, he had been training tirelessly. He had narrowly escaped the Black Puppet Wanderer, survived a life-threatening ordeal in the ocean, and then spent days and nights striking bamboos non-stop!

His strength was completely drained!

He was ravenously hungry!

"Want some? Haha, no way! You’ll only have it if you finish the task!" Old Scoundrel grinned mischievously and, in front of Ye Wudao, took a bold bite of the chicken, saying teasingly, "Wow, it’s so flavorful!"

Ye Wudao clenched his fists at the sight and growled coldly, "Unrelated persons, please leave. I have work to do!"

What!?

Old Scoundrel burst into laughter, realizing Ye Wudao’s anger. He turned away while chuckling, "Alright, alright, take your time striking!"

"Let me ask you, if I complete the task of one hundred bamboos, any extras—do they belong to me?" Ye Wudao asked.

"Haha, you cheeky brat! If you can actually complete the task, you can keep however many extras you manage to break!" Old Scoundrel declared, patting his chest in guarantee.

Little Tower, hiding behind Ye Wudao, was just as upset.

"Master, this old geezer is really stingy, like a miser who won’t give up even a feather!" Little Tower huffed, full of righteous anger.

Ye Wudao was about to respond when suddenly, a fragrant parcel flew toward him.

Inside the parcel was a golden, crispy roasted chicken!

"This is your reward!" Old Scoundrel’s voice echoed, though he had already disappeared!

"Thank you, Grandpa!" Ye Wudao exclaimed excitedly, devouring the roasted chicken in big bites. He swore that, despite all the delicacies he had eaten in his life, none surpassed the humble roasted chicken before him!

In just a few bites, Ye Wudao finished the roasted chicken, feeling his strength return and his confidence soar!

"Four days left, eighty Golden Thunder Bamboos—I’ll definitely complete the task!"

Ye Wudao declared, raising his palm and striking hard against a bamboo!

"Crack!"

A muffled sound rang out; cracks appeared on the bamboo!

"Wow, Master, what’s happening? With just one strike, the bamboo cracked?" Little Tower asked, awestruck.

"I think I’ve figured it out!" Ye Wudao felt as though he had come to an epiphany. He struck the bamboo again!

Crack!

The bamboo’s cracks multiplied!

Three strikes!

Four strikes!

Eight strikes!

On the ninth strike, Ye Wudao broke the bamboo with a single blow!

"Wow, Master, you’re incredible! You broke a Golden Thunder Bamboo with just nine strikes!" Little Tower praised wholeheartedly.

"I’ve found the trick! Now I understand the true purpose behind Old Scoundrel’s task—to help me discover the real focal point of power in my palm!"

Ye Wudao’s eyes shone with excitement. He removed the blood-soaked bandages from his palm, revealing raw, mangled wounds.

Approaching a fresh Golden Thunder Bamboo, he swung his palm decisively.

Whoosh!

Like a razor-sharp blade, his palm struck with knife-like precision!

Crack!

A crisp sound echoed.

The bamboo was broken on the spot!

"Oh my gosh, Master, you broke the bamboo in one strike!" Little Tower practically screamed in excitement.

Success!

I succeeded!

Ye Wudao was overjoyed!

"Is this the true power of the Hand Blade? I can now break a Golden Thunder Bamboo with a single strike, just like Old Scoundrel!" Ye Wudao was ecstatic, cheering for himself.

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Bang!

Ye Wudao kept practicing. With every strike, a Golden Thunder Bamboo toppled!

"Now the power of my hand blade rivals the strength of my previous full-force strikes with a blade!" Ye Wudao was thrilled beyond measure.

"From now on, this hand blade shall be called Thunder Hand Blade!"

On the fifth day!

"Master, you’ve already broken one hundred Golden Thunder Bamboos! You completed the task ahead of schedule!" Little Tower exclaimed in excitement.

"Hehe, of course!" Ye Wudao responded with a confident smirk.

"Master, you can submit the task now! I bet Old Scoundrel will be absolutely shocked!" Little Tower said enthusiastically.

"There’s still two days left—no rush!"

Ye Wudao glanced at the sea of bamboos, his eyes gleaming with sudden inspiration. "Haha, Old Scoundrel only asked for one hundred bamboos, but he didn’t forbid me from breaking more! If I break extras, they’ll count as my hard-earned gains, right? After all, one Golden Thunder Bamboo is worth dozens of Spirit Crystals!"

With this thought, Ye Wudao worked even harder!

The extra bamboos were his wealth!

And so, the week passed!

"Brat, the week’s up—failed the task, huh?" Old Scoundrel strolled leisurely, toothpick in hand, picking his teeth.

But when his eyes landed on the ground revealing hundreds of Golden Thunder Bamboos, he froze in disbelief!

"Brat, did you break all these?" Old Scoundrel asked, his face a mask of shock.

"Yup! Oh, Grandpa, you’re here!" Ye Wudao replied while striking another bamboo with a cheerful wave.

Damn!

He just witnessed a miracle!

The brat really completed the task!

Old Scoundrel stared at the mountain of Golden Thunder Bamboo, muttering in disbelief, "Why did you break so many bamboos? I only needed a hundred!"

"Grandpa, you got it wrong!" Ye Wudao pointed to the bamboos on the ground, explaining, "The one hundred on the left are yours, and the three hundred on the right are mine!"

What!?

Old Scoundrel’s jaw dropped, then his face lit with rage!

"You little rascal! Are you robbing me blind!?"