My wife who comes from a wealthy family Chapter 845 - 845 846 Golden Thunder Bamboo

845: Chapter 846 Golden Thunder Bamboo 845: Chapter 846 Golden Thunder Bamboo Ye Wudao had no idea how long he had been lying there when he was suddenly jolted awake by the sharp pain of a whip cracking!

Pa!

An iron whip lashed across Ye Wudao’s body.

“Ah, that hurts!”

Ye Wudao slowly opened his eyes to see the Old Scoundrel standing before him, hands behind his back, holding an iron whip.

“God-grandpa, why are you hitting ?” Ye Wudao asked, his face full of dissatisfaction.

“Did you bring back the bloodshark liver?” the Old Scoundrel asked nonchalantly.

What!?

The liver!

Ye Wudao smacked his head hard.

Oh no!

In his rush to escape, he’d completely forgotten to retrieve the liver!

“God-grandpa, I killed more than ten bloodsharks and was just about to extract their livers, but then the Bloodshark King appeared, and I got chased nonstop…” Ye Wudao began explaining, but before he could finish, the Old Scoundrel struck his rear with the whip once again.

“Shut up!

I don’t give a damn if the Bloodshark King chased you!

The shark liver isn’t here, is it?” the Old Scoundrel barked.

Ye Wudao looked embarrassed and nodded reluctantly.

“No, it’s not!”

“Very well!” The Old Scoundrel nodded, pulling out a notebook and making a mark on it.

“Your first task is a failure.

If you fail three tasks, you can get the hell out!”

What!?

Hearing this, Ye Wudao felt a wave of grievance and helplessness build up inside him.

How is this even my fault!?

If it weren’t for the Bloodshark King…

This task would’ve been perfect!

But Ye Wudao didn’t argue.

Instead, he nodded, sat down on the ground, and asked, “I got it, God-grandpa.

Can I rest now?”

“Rest?” The Old Scoundrel sneered and said coldly, “You cost my dinner, failed your task, and now you want to rest?

You’ve been lying on the beach for precisely ten minutes and seven seconds—over seven seconds longer than you should have.

Now, onto your second task!”

Ye Wudao got up and asked, “What’s the task?”

“Go up the mountain and chop a hundred Golden Thunder Bamboos.

Not a single one less!” the Old Scoundrel ordered.

“Chop bamboo?

That’s so boring and simple.

Not interested!” Ye Wudao shook his head.

“Simple?” The Old Scoundrel smirked, hands still behind his back.

“Follow , kid!”

Ye Wudao trudged behind the Old Scoundrel, dejectedly hanging his head.

“Stand tall!

You’re young; have so spirit!” the Old Scoundrel scolded.

“Yes!” Ye Wudao straightened his back and soon discovered a golden forest ahead.

To be precise, it was a golden bamboo grove.

This vast bamboo forest was ho to a special type of bamboo.

The stalks shimred golden, thick and sturdy.

The bamboo stood tall, reaching up to a hundred ters, as if towering soldiers standing at attention.

“I’ve never seen this type of bamboo before.” Ye Wudao’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“There’s a lot you haven’t seen, kid.

This bamboo is highly coveted in the outside world.

It’s called Golden Thunder Bamboo,” the Old Scoundrel explained casually.

“Golden Thunder Bamboo?

Rare?” Ye Wudao looked bewildered.

“Golden Thunder Bamboo is rare because it grows at an excruciatingly slow pace.

It can take over a hundred years to mature.

It’s prized as both a dicinal ingredient and in alchemy.

The thousand-year-old Golden Thunder Bamboo absorbs the essence of the sun and moon, becoming incredibly resilient.

It can be crafted into weapons and is highly sought after by late-stage cultivators in the Spirit Refining Realm!

A basic hundred-year-old bamboo costs at least ten Spirit Crystals, while a thousand-year-old one is worth thousands of tis more, priced in the hundreds or even thousands of Spirit Crystals!”

What!?

That expensive!

Ye Wudao raised his head, staring at the vast bamboo sea before him.

This bamboo forest held thousands of these bamboos!

Oh heavens!

How much is all this worth?

Ye Wudao’s face lit up with excitent.

“God-grandpa, this bamboo is unclaid, right?

Can I chop so to sell?”

“Unclaid?

What, do I look dead to you?” The Old Scoundrel cast him a disgruntled look.

Boom!

Ye Wudao’s face froze in shock.

“You an, this entire bamboo forest is yours, God-grandpa?”

“Wrong!” The Old Scoundrel smirked arrogantly, hands still clasped behind his back.

“Not just this bamboo forest.

Everything on this island—every grain of sand—is mine!”

Gulp!

Ye Wudao swallowed hard.

That’s insane!

This bamboo forest alone is worth thousands of Spirit Crystals!

Who knows what other treasures this island holds?

This old man is ridiculously wealthy!

He owns an entire island outright!

“Enough gawking.

Stop acting like a country bumpkin.

A cultivator of my caliber—what’s a bit of wealth to ?

Start chopping the bamboo.

I need it done by 5 a.m.

tomorrow!” The Old Scoundrel urged.

“Alright!” Ye Wudao nodded, then suddenly said, “God-grandpa, give my blade!”

“Kid, are you brainless?

Cutting bamboo with a blade?” the Old Scoundrel mocked.

“No blade?” Ye Wudao stared at a Golden Thunder Bamboo.

“This bamboo looks ridiculously tough, though…”

“Idiot!

Watch closely.

I’ll show you only once!” The Old Scoundrel stepped forward and raised his hand, slicing through the air with his palm like a blade.

With a crisp cracking sound, dozens of bamboos were effortlessly severed, their cuts smooth and clean.

“Amazing hand blade!” Ye Wudao exclaid in awe.

“Understand?” The Old Scoundrel turned to ask, hands still behind his back.

“Got it.” Ye Wudao nodded.

He mimicked the Old Scoundrel, raising his palm and bringing it down forcefully on a Golden Thunder Bamboo.

Bang!

A dull thud echoed.

“Ahhh!” Ye Wudao scread in agony.

The bamboo remained completely unscathed, while his palm swelled up instantly.

“What the hell is this bamboo made of?

It’s harder than steel!” Ye Wudao cried out.

“Heh.

Forgot to ntion, kid.

Golden Thunder Bamboo is one of the four legendary bamboos in the cultivation world!

Incredibly tough, impervious to fire and water.

Even late-stage True Pill Realm cultivators would struggle to chop it down with a blade.

You’ve got one week to chop a hundred of them!” The Old Scoundrel smirked slyly, walking away with hands behind his back.

Grass!

Ye Wudao was furious!

Even late-stage True Pill Realm cultivators can’t chop this stuff!

And this old scoundrel wants to do it with my bare hands!

Chop 100 in just one week!

Humming a jaunty tune, the Old Scoundrel strode off leisurely.

“Master, you’re so pitiful…” Little Tower appeared after the Old Scoundrel left, full of sympathy for Ye Wudao.

“Old bastard!” Ye Wudao cursed under his breath, then steeled himself, transforming his palm into a blade and hacking at the Golden Thunder Bamboo in front of him.

Pain!

With each strike, fiery pain shot through Ye Wudao’s hand.

This Golden Thunder Bamboo was far sturdier than any steel he’d ever encountered!

Once!

Twice!

Ten tis!

A hundred tis!

Ye Wudao relentlessly hacked at the bamboo with his palm.

After a hundred strikes, a faint crack finally appeared.

“Master, there’s a crack!” Little Tower exclaid excitedly.

Ye Wudao leaned in close, and sure enough, there it was—a shallow crack on the bamboo where his relentless chopping had landed.

“It’s working!” Ye Wudao was thrilled.

Ignoring the pain in his hand, he doubled down on the bamboo.

And like that—

After more than 2,000 strikes—

Crack!

A faint sound of splitting wood echoed as the bamboo finally broke.

“Wow, Master, you broke the Golden Thunder Bamboo with your bare hands!

That’s incredible!” Little Tower was overjoyed.

Ye Wudao, panting heavily, looked at the broken bamboo with a growing sense of pride.

“Little Tower, how long did that take?” Ye Wudao asked.

“Master, you were amazing!

It only took you ten hours!” Little Tower praised.

What!?

Ten hours!

Ye Wudao looked up at the blazing sun above him.

“What the hell?

It took a whole night just to chop one bamboo?” Ye Wudao cried out in disbelief.

“Yes,” Little Tower nodded.

“Grass, one whole night for one bamboo!

I need to chop a hundred bamboos.

How long is that going to take ?!” Ye Wudao was utterly despairing.

Oh heavens!

The Old Scoundrel is out to kill !

“Master, why not take a break?” Little Tower suggested comfortingly.

But truthfully, both the Old Scoundrel and Little Tower knew—

This was essentially an impossible task.

Chop a hundred Golden Thunder Bamboos in one week!

Even a peak-stage True Pill Realm cultivator couldn’t accomplish it!

And with Ye Wudao’s cultivation sealed, using only his bare hands?

It was near-certain doom.

By Little Tower’s calculation, at most, Ye Wudao might manage to chop down ten bamboos.

“Rest, my ass!” Ye Wudao tore off his shirt, wrapping it over his injured hand.

His gaze burned with an unyielding determination.

“The Old Scoundrel thinks I can’t do it, huh?

I’ll prove him wrong!

If I can’t even chop down these bamboos, how will I ever protect my woman, my brothers, and my family with these hands?!”

Moved to tears, Little Tower exclaid, “Master, I will always believe in you!”