My wife who comes from a wealthy family Chapter 684 - 684 685 The Legitimate Elder of the Clan

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Ye Kongcheng looked down and saw that he was actually standing on the Gobi Desert.

This isn’t good!

This is the territory of the Ye family imperial clan’s direct lineage!

He was sowhat worried, but then he thought about Ye Wudao’s dubious identity and couldn’t help saying, “I must take him away!”

“Ye Kongcheng, don’t be presumptuous!

If you want to take him, let your father Ye Tianba co instead!” a black-clothed elder approached, his build robust like a tiger with a bear’s waist, his face marked by a terrifying claw scar, and an aura as powerful as a wild beast emanating from him.

Ye Kongcheng looked up and his pupils shrank.

Ye Qihu!

Without any hesitation, he turned around and retreated!

Whoosh!

Seeing Ye Kongcheng leave, Ye Wudao couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

“Young man, are you alright?” the robust black-clothed elder approached with concern and asked.

“I’m fine,” Ye Wudao shook his head, clasped his fists, and said, “Thank you, elder, for your help!”

“Heh, young man, you stord Ye Cheng’s execution ground and saved nine young warriors of our direct lineage, so the one who should be saying thanks is !” said the black-clothed elder.

Ye Zhuang and the other eight people, seeing the black-clothed elder, hastily knelt on the ground, excitedly saying, “We pay our respects to Elder Seven!”

Elder Seven!

Ye Wudao looked puzzled.

Excitedly, Ye Zhuang said, “Benefactor, you are not aware, he is our Ye family imperial clan’s direct lineage’s senior elder, Elder Seven, whose real na is Ye Qihu, one of the most important figures in our direct lineage!”

Ye Wudao imdiately clasped his fists, “I pay my respects to Elder Qihu!”

The black-clothed elder stared at Ye Wudao with a shocked expression and exclaid, “My heavens, how can there be soone in this world who looks so similar to Ling Tian?”

“Cough, perhaps there’s a resemblance!” Ye Wudao laughed it off, not revealing his identity as Ye Lingtian’s son before eting the householder of the Ye family imperial clan’s direct lineage.

“Young man, what is your na?” asked Ye Qihu.

“The junior’s na is Ye Wudao.”

“What, you also have the surna Ye?” Ye Qihu was taken aback, glanced at the imposing Ye Cheng in front of them, and said, “This place is not safe, co with !”

“Okay,” Ye Wudao nodded.

…

The Gobi Desert.

Deep within the endless desert, there was a small oasis where thousands of stone houses were built, each household cooking their als, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and peace.

“Hello, Elder Seven!”

“Good day, Uncle Seven!”

Many won and children greeted Ye Qihu.

Ye Qihu smiled and nodded in response to each one.

Just then, a group of n returned from hunting, carrying their ga on their shoulders, such as wild boars and hares.

“Xiao Peng, Xiao Hou, you guys are lucky, catching so much ga this ti!” Ye Qihu said with a smile.

“Heh, just good luck!”

“Elder Seven, have you eaten yet?”

“Would you like to co to my house for a al?” the n invited.

“No, thank you!” Ye Qihu chuckled and shook his head, leading Ye Wudao away.

“Eh, who’s that young man following Uncle Seven?”

“Don’t know him!”

“Elder Seven actually brought him to the great hall, could it be that…” many n of the Ye family imperial clan curiously discussed.

Under the guidance of Ye Qihu, Ye Wudao ca to a massive stone hall, in front of which stood two stone lions, looking very majestic.

“Young man, this is the current great hall of our Ye family imperial clan, the accommodations are quite simple,” Ye Qihu said with an embarrassed smile.

“No problem,” Ye Wudao said with a smile, shaking his head before entering the grand hall.

Inside the grand hall, more than a dozen spirit tablets were enshrined.

“These are the spirit tablets of the successive Clan Leaders of our Ye Imperial Clan!” Ye Qihu explained.

Ye Wudao nodded, noting that in addition to the spirit tablets, the hall also displayed portraits of two individuals!

One was an elderly man in a purple robe, exuding an aura of dominance and an intimidating presence even without anger, his dragon-like eyes carrying a disdain for heaven and earth!

“That is the forr Clan Leader of our Ye Imperial Clan, Ye Zhenguo.

His elderliness had a cultivation that reached the heavens!” Ye Qihu couldn’t help speaking out, his eyes full of respect when ntioning this person.

Ye Wudao nodded, his gaze shifting to the other portrait.

It depicted a middle-aged man in purple clothing, refined like jade, a gentleman through and through, with an indescribable aura!

“This is Clan Leader Ye Lingtian…” Ye Qihu was just about to introduce him when Ye Wudao interrupted, “I know!”

Ye Wudao stared at the portrait of the man in purple, his heart trembling.

This was a portrait of his father!

Exquisitely lifelike, incredibly real!

He knew that he had co to the right place!

This was the main lineage of the Ye Imperial Clan!

His father’s ho!

Just as Ye Wudao was about to gently touch the portrait, suddenly several elders approached.

“Old Seven, I heard that Ye Zhuang’s bunch of brats were saved by a mysterious young man.”

“Has that mysterious young man arrived?”

“Cough, cough…” Just then, a coughing sound ca, and an aged, white-haired elder ca forward, leaning on a dragon-headed cane.

“Second brother, what brings you here?” Ye Qihu personally assisted the white-haired elder, expressing surprise on his face.

“I have co to see the benefactor who saved our Ye Imperial Clan’s young warriors.” Leaning on his dragon-headed cane, the white-haired elder approached Ye Wudao and suddenly his pupils contracted, exclaiming, “Clan Leader!”

All the elders present turned their gaze towards Ye Wudao, eyes filled with shock.

“My goodness, he really resembles our young Clan Leader!”

“Especially the eyes, they’re like they were carved from the sa mold!”

The leading white-haired elder said excitedly, “Child, who are you?”

Ye Wudao clasped his fists, “Junior, son of Ye Lingtian—Ye Wudao, pays his respects to all the esteed elders!”

Boom!

The entire hall was in shock.

“What, he is the son of Clan Leader Ye Lingtian?”

“When did the Clan Leader have a son?”

“Impossible, right?”

“How is it impossible?

He looks exactly like the young Clan Leader!” the group of elders discussed heatedly.

“Child, it’s not that I don’t believe you, but the matter of you being Ye Lingtian’s son is of great importance!” said the white-haired elder leaning on the dragon-headed cane; “If you don’t mind, would you be willing to undergo a bloodline test?”

“I am willing,” Ye Wudao nodded.

“Good, bring forth the Thousand-Year Ancient Bowl of our Ye Imperial Clan!” the white-haired elder ordered.

Before long, Ye Qihu brought over a Thousand-Year Ancient Bowl and handed it to the white-haired elder.

“Child, this Thousand-Year Ancient Bowl was personally crafted by the founder of our Ye Imperial Clan.

It can verify identities and the purity of bloodlines; no trickery can hide from it.

The bloodlines of our Ye Imperial Clan have seven colors in total: white, yellow, red, black, gold, crimson-gold, and purple!”

Pausing for a mont, the white-haired elder explained, “White is the most common bloodline, yellow is the talent of most side branch mbers, red is excellent, black is superior, gold represents one in a thousand, crimson-gold is one in ten thousand, and as for purple, it is the legendary bloodline reversion.”

Ye Wudao roughly understood and could not help asking, “What color is the talent of the Ye Imperial Clan’s main lineage?”

“The main lineage is all red.

As long as your blood reaches red, it will prove that you are not lying,” the white-haired elder explained.

“You can still back out now, and considering that you saved nine warriors of the Ye Imperial Clan’s main lineage, we will let you leave.

Otherwise, if your bloodline test does not match, according to clan law, this would be considered deception, punishable by death!” an elder stated, bristling with killing intent.

“Young man, there is still ti for regret,” said the white-haired elder.

“I do not regret it!” Ye Wudao said without any hesitation.

He bit his finger, squeezed out a drop of fresh blood, and let it fall into the mysterious Thousand-Year Ancient Bowl, his eyes filled with anticipation.