My wife who comes from a wealthy family-Chapter 847 - 848 Going Out to Sea to Catch Big Fish

"God-grandpa, all the Golden Thunder Bamboo chopped up are my hard-earned payment!" Ye Wudao flashed a radiant, sunny smile.

Damn!

Your hard-earned payment!

The old rascal nearly exploded with anger, cursing furiously: "You little brat, do you even know how much a single Golden Thunder Bamboo is worth?"

"Didn’t you say ten or so Spirit Crystals per bamboo? God-grandpa, don’t tell me you’re reluctant to part with them?" Ye Wudao pouted.

"I was lying to you, you twit! Even the cheapest Golden Thunder Bamboo costs at least a hundred Spirit Crystals!" The old rascal cursed: "And you want to hoard all my several hundred Golden Thunder Bamboo? That’s worth several thousand Spirit Crystals, damn it!"

What!?

A single Golden Thunder Bamboo costs a hundred Spirit Crystals!

Ye Wudao was dumbfounded. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine the value of Golden Thunder Bamboo would be this high!

"God-grandpa, stand by your bet! You’re a mighty figure, a veteran cultivator, and an esteemed elder—you can’t go back on your word!" Ye Wudao said.

"You, you, you!!"

The old rascal was so furious that smoke almost billowed out of his nostrils. "I’ve been a bandit my whole life, and this is the first time I’ve been robbed! You little punk, you’re ruthless—I’ll give you that!"

"Hehe, I knew God-grandpa always keeps his promises! With your vast wealth, a few hundred Golden Thunder Bamboo are no big deal!" Ye Wudao laughed.

"Hmph, you little scoundrel, don’t act all cocky after making off with my stuff!" The old rascal shot Ye Wudao a deadly glare.

Ye Wudao swiftly gathered up the hundreds of Golden Thunder Bamboo, clapped his hands, and with an excited expression, asked: "God-grandpa, what’s the next task?"

"Do you know why I had you chop down Golden Thunder Bamboo?" The old rascal asked.

"You want me to master the power of hand strikes!" Ye Wudao said while raising his hand, slicing fiercely toward a nearby Golden Thunder Bamboo.

"Stop, stop, stop!" The old rascal quickly grabbed Ye Wudao, grumbling: "Enough already, you darn spendthrift brat! If you keep wreaking havoc like this, my entire bamboo forest will be ruined!"

After a pause, the old rascal added: "I had you chop down Golden Thunder Bamboo mainly because we’re heading out to sea—to go fishing!"

"Fishing?" Ye Wudao’s face lit up with excitement. "God-grandpa, you’re going out to sea to fish? What kind of fish?"

"Big ones!" The old rascal gestured.

"Count me in!" Ye Wudao was thrilled. With the old rascal’s strength, the fish they were going to catch would definitely be extraordinary!

"But the bamboo you chopped isn’t up to par!" The old rascal gave a disdainful glance at the Golden Thunder Bamboo on the ground, shaking his head. "These are just a few decades or a hundred years old—not sturdy enough for catching big fish!"

"Ah, what now?" Ye Wudao asked.

"Follow me, let me show you something impressive!" The old rascal strode forward, hands clasped behind his back, leading Ye Wudao to the depths of the bamboo forest.

Soon, the old rascal stopped in front of an enormous Golden Thunder Bamboo!

"Wow, what an enormous bamboo!" Ye Wudao was amazed at the towering golden bamboo in front of him, which was several hundred meters tall. Saying it was a bamboo felt like an understatement—it resembled a massive tree, with gold-threaded patterns all over its surface and faint traces of purple lightning energy.

"This is a thousand-year-old Golden Thunder Bamboo, absorbing the essence of sun and moon over centuries. Buffeted by wind and rain, blasted by thunder and lightning—it’s become a Spirit Bamboo, an extraordinary treasure!" The old rascal patted the bamboo and grinned. "With this thousand-year-old Golden Thunder Bamboo, we’ll rely on it entirely to fish for big ones!"

"Let me give it a try!" Ye Wudao raised his hand, formed a blade, and struck the thousand-year-old Golden Thunder Bamboo with all his strength.

Bang!

A dull thud sounded. Ye Wudao cried out in pain as his hand burned fiercely.

"Damn, it’s so sturdy!" Ye Wudao’s jaw dropped.

"Heh, of course it is! This thousand-year-old Golden Thunder Bamboo is a treasure sought after by late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivators—it’s been growing for one thousand two hundred years, valued at least one or two thousand Spirit Crystals!" The old rascal explained disdainfully: "Stand aside!"

Ye Wudao cradled his hand and backed away.

Only to see the old rascal casually knock on the bamboo with a finger, muttering softly: "Break!"

Crack! With a single sound, the massive thousand-year-old Golden Thunder Bamboo snapped instantly.

"Holy shit!" Ye Wudao’s jaw dropped, stunned.

Heavens!

The old rascal’s power was terrifying!

With a casual knock, this thousand-year-old Golden Thunder Bamboo broke apart!

"Take this bamboo with you!" The old rascal said, turning and walking away.

"Alright!" Ye Wudao lifted the thousand-year-old Golden Thunder Bamboo, marveling at its incredible weight—at least ten thousand pounds!

He carried the bamboo on his shoulder and followed the old rascal.

"God-grandpa, with this bamboo as the fishing rod, where’s the fishing line?" Ye Wudao asked curiously.

"What’s the rush?" The old rascal reached a small grass hut and soon returned holding a long silver thread.

"What’s this?" Ye Wudao asked, puzzled.

"This is the lifeline silk of the Six-Eyed Silver Spider—exceptionally tough! Don’t underestimate this tiny thread; even two late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivators combined couldn’t break it!" The old rascal said smugly.

So incredible!

Ye Wudao was astonished, but considering the old rascal’s strength, it wasn’t surprising for him to possess such top-tier treasures.

"God-grandpa, we’ve got the rod and line—what about the bait?" Ye Wudao asked keenly.

"Don’t worry about the bait! When the time comes, it’ll appear naturally," the old rascal replied. "Let’s set sail!"

"Alright!" Ye Wudao nodded.

Soon, the old rascal stood at the bow of a small wooden boat, while Ye Wudao stood at the stern struggling to hold the massive Golden Thunder Bamboo!

The pair embarked on the tiny vessel, slicing through the waves until they reached the deep-sea zone several hundred kilometers away.

"This is the spot!" The old rascal gestured to Ye Wudao. "Put down the fishing rod!"

Ye Wudao set down the rod and asked curiously: "God-grandpa, where’s the bait? For catching big fish, we’ll need plenty of bait, right?"

"Hehe, the bait is far away yet right in front of you!" The old rascal clasped his hands behind his back.

What?!

Ye Wudao froze in confusion, murmuring to himself: "Far away yet right in front of me—could the old rascal mean me?"

Before the words were out, the old rascal suddenly kicked Ye Wudao off the boat with shocking speed. "You little punk, you’re the bait!"

Splash!

Ye Wudao plunged into the water with a loud splash!

"Damn it!"

Ye Wudao was fuming, swimming back toward the boat, only to find he couldn’t reach it—something was holding him back, like hands gripping his feet!

"What the hell?" Ye Wudao turned his head, and his fury erupted upon seeing what was holding him!

His feet had been tied securely with the Six-Eyed Silver Spider’s silk—dead knots, utterly unbreakable!

"Damn you, old rascal! You’re gonna die a horrible death!" Ye Wudao cursed furiously!

This shameless, immortal scoundrel!

To use him as bait!

Ye Wudao unleashed a storm of profanities, venting all his frustrations!

Suddenly, a colossal blood-red figure approached Ye Wudao—a massive shark fin pierced the sea surface, shimmering with a cold metallic glint under the sunlight.

"Human brat, you dare come here again?" A familiar voice boomed, filled with thunderous rage.

With mounting dread, Ye Wudao floated in the water and shouted in shock: "Blood Shark King!"

"Human brat, last time you escaped—this time, you won’t!" Blood Shark King growled, gritting its teeth.

Memories of being hunted and fleeing for his life by the Blood Shark King flashed through Ye Wudao’s mind, igniting a flame of vengeance in his eyes. "Heh, I wasn’t planning to spare you, either!"

"Human, I’ll feast on you today!" Blood Shark King threatened.

"Heh, I’m curious how shark meat tastes!" Ye Wudao licked his lips.

Enemies meeting face-to-face, their fury blazed intensely—the tension was palpable, ready to explode!