The Wu family's old residence, built on Mangdang Mountain, is very large, covering the entire mountain, giving it a feel of a sect's mountain peak in a cultivation world.
Half of the buildings retain their traditional Chinese architectural style, exuding an antique charm with carved beams and painted rafters. At the very front, however, are modern buildings, with two or three villas clustered together.
Almost as soon as the two arrived at their destination, the Wu family discovered them.
"Please wait, gentlemen. If you have stumbled upon this place by mistake, please leave quickly. I will pretend I have never seen you before." The gatekeeper was an elderly man of about seventy-five. His gaze lingered briefly on Yan Chiyu and his companion before he kindly said, "Hurry up and leave. If they find out, things could get very complicated..."
Wu Yue held up the jade pendant, facing upwards, and asked, "Old man, do you recognize this jade pendant?"
The old man paused for a moment, squinting to examine it carefully. Even though he couldn't immediately tell if it was real or fake after seeing it clearly, he didn't dare to be careless and quickly called the owner.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, a middle-aged man appeared with three young men.
The man in the lead looked to be about thirty-five years old, with a neat buzz cut, and he had a somewhat fierce and menacing appearance.
Wu Yue did have a certain fondness for him; this man... looked somewhat like her adoptive father.
The middle-aged man had probably been brainwashed by Wu Qiming. Upon seeing Wu Yue, he asked without any kindness, "Are you the imposter from the collateral branch of Wu Juemin's family?"
The man's eyes gleamed with a probing light as he looked Wu Yue up and down, as well as Yan Minzhi, who stood beside her, looking neither like a ghost nor a ghost.
The three young men behind him looked at him with curiosity, disdain, and even more hostility.
Wu Yue slowly raised her left hand, showing him the jade pendant in her palm. Her demeanor became noble and arrogant, and a cold smile played on her lips: "Trying to mistake a pearl for a fish eye and a genuine treasure for a fake, how foolish!"
"You must recognize this jade pendant, right?"
"This—" The middle-aged man looked troubled. He had heard that his ancestor had a jade pendant that symbolized his identity, but the pendant disappeared when the ancestor was buried.
"You little brat, how dare you impersonate the ancestor? Sister Xingluo is the reincarnation of the ancestor. You're shameless!" The youngest boy among the young people suddenly shouted, his tone full of contempt and disdain for Wu Yue.
"Your jade pendant is definitely fake!"
Before he could finish speaking, Wu Yue suddenly raised her hand. A wisp of golden light flew out and wrapped around the boy's neck.
"Call him ancestor."
Her three casually uttered words inexplicably made the four people in front of her tense up, even sending chills down their spines and instilling fear.
The boy's face immediately turned red and then pale, and he looked at Wu Yue in pain, "Ugh... Help... Help... me!"
The expressions of the people around them immediately changed.
The only girl among the young people was both angry and anxious: "You brat! Let go of Wu Jia!"
"Wu Yu, shut up!" The middle-aged man finally realized something was wrong and understood that they were no match for the girl in front of them.
The jade tablet serves as proof, coupled with this strange ability.
Even if she wasn't the matriarch, she was still a formidable figure they couldn't afford to offend. It was best to leave it to the head of the family to handle.
Wu Yue slowly approached them, her expression indifferent, her movements casual and relaxed. Her jade-like hand, suspended in mid-air, twirled leisurely. Wu Jia's face was flushed from her antics, but she remained conscious.
His black and white eyes lacked the youthful innocence of a teenager; instead, they held a suffocating, hellish gaze.
The middle-aged man stood at the front, and the moment his eyes met Wu Yue's, he felt his legs go weak.
Driven by fear, the man suddenly spoke up: "Wait! Miss Wu Yue, I'll take you both inside."
"We should have done this a long time ago."
The girl tilted her head slightly, a smile playing on her lips. At the same time, she slowly withdrew her hand, freeing Wu Jia from her predicament.
The eleven or twelve-year-old boy still has such a sharp tongue.
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