My wife who comes from a wealthy family-Chapter 910 - 911: Assassination in the Dead of Night

Not just Long Xuan; all the merchants and servants on-site wore expressions of utter shock, as though struck dumb!

What does the Unity Realm Stage represent?

On Dragon Island, teeming with experts, it signifies true mastery, capable of standing alone!

"Hiss... Long Mie, you’ve actually cultivated to the Unity Realm Stage..." Long Xuan’s face was engulfed in extreme disbelief, his usual aristocratic composure completely shattered!

On Dragon Island!

The hierarchy is rigid!

Discrimination among the races is highly pronounced!

High-tier dragons scorn inferior dragon clans!

Low-tier dragons disdain dragonfolk, flood dragons, and the like!

Yet Dragon Island follows an unwritten rule!

If any individual across the various dragon kin advances to the Unity Realm Stage!

They will be treated without prejudice!

Enjoying respect across the entirety of Dragon Island!

Moreover, Long Mie hails from the Black Dragon clan, his status already significant!

Now that he has entered the Unity Realm Stage!

At present, in both rank and prestige, he far surpasses me!

"Brother, summon the Dragon Cavalry warriors and attack him! Long Mie crippled both my arms!" Long Xiu seethed with rage.

Smack!

Long Xuan turned and delivered a resounding slap across his younger brother’s face, scolding furiously, "Attack him? Long Mie is no longer the weak, bullied orphan without parents. He’s now a Unity Realm master—even I wouldn’t dare to offend him!"

As the thought settled in, Long Xuan became increasingly upset. He delivered a fierce kick to Long Xiu’s stomach. "You useless troublemaker!"

"Argh!" Long Xiu collapsed to the ground, grimacing in pain.

Long Mie cast a disinterested glance, then turned away and offered Ye Wudao an apologetic smile. "Brother Ye, sorry for letting you witness such a disgraceful scene. Let’s go!"

"Alright." Ye Wudao nodded, picking up the mysterious ring in his hand and leaving.

Nearby, a sleazy old man grew flustered and called out, "Esteemed guest, Young Master Long Xiu has bid ten thousand Spirit Crystals. You can’t take it for just a mere one or two hundred!"

"Old man, are you courting a beating?" Long Mie snapped, enraged.

"N-No, I wouldn’t dare..." The sleazy old man quickly shrank to the side.

At that moment, an enthusiastic voice rang out, "Brother Long Mie!"

An elderly man, rotund and dressed in black, approached with a face full of smiles!

"Elder Hei Qi!" Long Xuan bowed.

The newcomer was none other than Hei Qi, the seventh-ranked elder of the Black Dragon clan!

Hei Qi paid no mind to Long Xuan and instead headed straight for Long Mie.

"Elder Hei Qi, is there something you need?" Long Mie asked with indifference.

"Brother Long Mie, so young yet extraordinary indeed, having reached the Unity Realm Stage—a cause for great celebration, most delightful!" Hei Qi praised effusively.

"Haha, Elder Hei Qi might as well get straight to the point." Long Mie replied.

Although he hailed from the dragon kin, he felt no attachment to them!

Having witnessed the warmth and cruelty of human nature since childhood, his heart had long turned akin to stone!

"Here’s the matter, Brother Long Mie: per dragon clan rules, anyone advancing to the Unity Realm Stage across the clans must take on a position in the council of elders!" Pausing briefly, Hei Qi smiled and asked, "The benefits are top-notch. Brother Long Mie, would you be interested?"

Long Mie shook his head and said, "Becoming an elder doesn’t interest me."

"Oh, even the elder position doesn’t appeal to you, Brother Long Mie?" Hei Qi blinked in surprise, then grinned and asked, "Could it be that you’ve returned to compete for the title of the strongest warrior in the dragon clans?"

"That’s correct." Long Mie responded bluntly.

"Our Black Dragon clan’s talents are vying for that opportunity as well. Brother Long Mie, would you like to join the clan’s internal selection?" Hei Qi asked.

"No need. The title is already mine!" Long Mie replied indifferently.

"Haha, indeed." Hei Qi chuckled faintly and turned his curious gaze toward Ye Wudao, inquiring, "And who might this young friend be?"

"My brother, also here to participate in the dragon clan competition!" Long Mie explained.

"This young friend is only at the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. I doubt he stands a chance for a spot!" Hei Qi sneered.

"As long as I’m here, my brother will have his place!" Long Mie’s tone was firm.

Hei Qi’s expression darkened slightly, but he maintained a smile, saying, "The dragon clan’s new competition begins tomorrow. In that case, I wish both of you the best of luck!"

"Many thanks!" Long Mie clasped his hands in farewell before turning coldly to leave.

Hei Qi watched Long Mie’s retreating figure, his smile vanishing only when Long Mie disappeared completely, replaced by a cold, harsh glare.

"Elder Hei Qi, ever since entering the Unity Realm Stage, that man has been unbearable!" Long Xuan complained bitterly.

"Hmph, just a fatherless orphan. He may have lucked into reaching the Unity Realm, but his arrogance won’t last long!" Hei Qi said with a chilly smirk.

...

Dragon Island, Black Dragon clan territory!

In front of a dilapidated, weathered old house.

"Brother Ye, this is where I was born." Long Mie introduced.

Ye Wudao gazed at the rundown abode, nodding and saying, "You’ve endured much all these years."

"Haha, it’s all in the past." Long Mie smiled, dismissing the thought with a wave of his hand, "Tonight, we’ll stay here briefly. Tomorrow, we register for the Dragon Island Tournament!"

"Alright." Ye Wudao nodded.

Night fell.

A bone-chilling wind swept through, accompanied by relentless evening rain.

Ye Wudao and Long Mie sat by the campfire.

Long Mie, apparently fatigued, had fallen asleep.

Ye Wudao leaned against a corner of the wall, fiddling with the mysterious black dragon-patterned ring in his hand!

He had attempted numerous times, trying every conceivable method—blood recognition, mana bombardment—but none could unsettle the ring one bit!

"Could it really just be an ordinary ring?" Ye Wudao’s gaze reflected doubt.

Late into the night.

Listening to the rhythm of the rain, Ye Wudao felt drowsiness setting in and was about to close his eyes. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Suddenly, a faint killing intent crept nearer under the cover of the rain!

Ye Wudao’s eyes shot open, sharp as blades. "Killing intent!"

Swish!

A dagger lashed forth like lightning, aiming straight for Long Mie!

Bang!

Ye Wudao caught the dagger single-handedly and flung it back in a reverse throw.

"Ugh!" A muffled cry echoed ahead, followed by Ye Wudao swiftly pursuing the figure.

A pool of blood appeared on the ground, but the silhouette had vanished!

"Brother Ye, what happened?" Long Mie asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes, puzzled.

"Haha, someone tried to assassinate you!" Ye Wudao said nonchalantly.

What?

Long Mie froze, narrowing his eyes. "I know who it was—it has to be someone from the Black Dragon clan. Who else loves sneaking around with such cowardice?"

...

Meanwhile.

Black Dragon clan.

Dozens of Unity Realm masters from the Black Dragon clan gathered together.

A black-robed figure appeared, removing his mask to reveal none other than Hei Qi, a dagger lodged in his abdomen!

"Elder Hei Qi, you’re injured?"

"Was this Long Mie’s doing?" Many Black Dragon experts asked in shock.

"No!" Hei Qi shook his head, his eyes wide with surprise. "It was Long Mie’s companion. His strength is extraordinary—he’s definitely not merely an early Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator!"

What!?

The room fell into stunned silence!

"That brat went out and came back with newfound skills!" An elderly man in black sneered.

"Clan Leader!"

"Long Xuan and Young Master Long Xiu have both been wounded by Long Mie—especially Long Xiu, whose arms were completely crippled! To wound them is to humiliate our Black Dragon clan, and especially you as our leader!"

"This cannot be tolerated!" Many Black Dragon clan experts erupted in fury.

"Haha, don’t bring this up now. Let Long Mie participate in the Dragon clan competition first!" The black-clad elder chuckled darkly.

"Clan Leader, instead of punishing him, you’re allowing him to join the Dragon clan competition?"

"What is the meaning of this?" Many expressed confusion.

The Clan Leader smirked coldly. "If Long Mie performs brilliantly and earns rewards, do you think the prizes will stay in his hands? They’ll inevitably come to us instead!"

"Haha, the Clan Leader is absolutely right!"

"That Long Mie kid is just a parentless orphan without any backing!" Several Black Dragon experts sneered.

"On the contrary, if that little brat fails to perform well... well, let’s just say he’ll learn what autumn retribution truly means!" The Black Dragon Clan Leader’s gaze exuded lethal intent!

"Clan Leader, your tactics are masterful!"

"Two birds with one stone!"

"Treating Long Mie as a complete fool!" Several sycophants showered praise.

"Hahaha!" The Black Dragon Clan Leader sneered loudly. "Trying to cross me? He’s nowhere near ready!"