Chapter 2105: Despise Family Rules Chapter 2105: Despise Family Rules Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Seeing Wilma Nilles unconsciously staring at him, Braydon Neal sighed helplessly.
“What?
Are you even guarding against me?” As Wilma turned away, Braydon’s magic surged, and the long robe in his hand instantly draped over his body.
Even his true self had never worn such ostentatious clothing before.
He couldn’t fathom why Wilma, this witch, would like such extravagant attire.
“It’s done.” Hearing Braydon’s voice, Wilma turned back, her eyes lighting up the moment they landed on him.
Braydon, now dressed in white, seemed transformed.
The usual indifference on his face had softened, and he radiated a refined aura, like a true gentleman.
“The people on the road are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.” That phrase seemed to perfectly describe Braydon at this moment.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Braydon asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable under Wilma’s gaze, which resembled that of a hungry wolf.
“Braydon, I didn’t expect you to look this good in white.” Her tone was filled with admiration.
“Shall we make this your usual look?” “It’s too impractical,” Braydon replied, shaking his head.
“Blood stains show too easily during a fight, and it gets dirty quickly.” Wilma looked slightly disappointed but quickly composed herself.
“Let’s go back.” “You didn’t get the spirit herb this time.
Will it affect your strength?” Braydon asked.
“I’m fine,” Wilma said with a calm smile, shaking her head.
“My strength isn’t reliant on a single herb.” The two quickly returned to the Myriad Demon Sect.
Along the way, Braydon’s attire caught the attention of countless disciples.
“That’s…
Braydon?” “It can’t be.
He looks completely different.” “Braydon is truly my Prince Charming.
Changing clothes is like becoming a new person!” Braydon ignored the whispers and silently returned to the Ninth Peak.
“Haha, Braydon, even they think you look great in those clothes,” Wilma teased.
“When do you plan to enter the inner sect?” Braydon asked, changing the subject.
“I have an enemy in the inner sect,” Wilma replied.
Braydon nodded, deciding to fabricate a reason for his own desire to enter the inner sect.
He spoke half-truths.
“Me too.
I have an enemy there,” he said.
“When I was in a mystic realm, someone stole my belongings, severely injured me, and left me to die.
But I survived.” Hearing this, Wilma’s expression turned angry.
“Tell me who it is, and I’ll find someone to kill him,” she offered fiercely.
“No need,” Braydon said, shaking his head.
“I’ll take revenge myself.” Seeing his resolute expression, Wilma didn’t press further.
After a pause, she hesitated before asking, “Braydon, do you… want to know about my past?” Braydon’s eyes gleamed with curiosity.
A secret?
“If you’re willing to tell me, I’ll listen.
If not, I won’t ask,” he replied calmly.
Wilma’s expression dimmed slightly before she began speaking.
“My father is the ninth-generation descendant of one of the nine great ancestors of Myriad Demon Mountain, Demon Sword Ancestor Peyton Iadevaia.
“In my family, the core inheritance can only be passed to one person.
I have an older sister, and her talent far surpasses mine.
“My father and the clan elders see her as the future of our family.
As for me… they barely noticed me.
Their love and care were hers alone.
“You’ve seen my demon world.
For me, everything about my childhood was dark and lonely.
“I couldn’t accept being left behind, so I cultivated like crazy.
But no matter how hard I tried, it was useless.
“Eventually, I left that place and joined the outer sect, determined to catch up to her step by step.
“But she’s already renowned in the outside world, having reached the fourth level of transcendence.” Hearing her story, Braydon nodded in understanding.
It was indeed a tragic tale—living in the shadow of her sister, striving to surpass her, yet always falling short.
For once, Braydon found himself at a loss for words.
“Wilma!
Why aren’t you out here to welcome me?” An angry voice broke the silence.
Both turned toward the sound, and Wilma’s expression shifted.
“It’s the Third Elder,” she said, her tone tense.
“I’ll go see what he wants.” Outside, a middle-aged man stood waiting.
The moment he saw Wilma, he began to reprimand her.
“Why didn’t you come out to greet me earlier?
Where are your manners?” Suppressing her anger, Wilma replied coldly, “Third Elder, I wasn’t informed of your arrival.
How could I have greeted you in advance?” The Third Elder’s face darkened.
“Talking back now, are we?
Do you think breaking through to the transcendent realm means you can disregard family rules?” The mention of “family rules” brought a flicker of resentment to Wilma’s eyes.
“Why are you here this time?” she asked sharply.
“I’ve already left the Nilles family’s affairs behind.
Even the ancestor tacitly approved of this.
You have no right to interfere.” “The ancestor’s approval?” The Third Elder sneered.
“Back then, you disrupted his seclusion by kneeling outside his chamber.
That matter isn’t settled, and now you dare claim his tacit consent?
“Let me make one thing clear: the ancestor doesn’t care about a little girl like you.
I’m here to remind you of the family rules.
Don’t associate with shady individuals.
“As a woman of the Nilles family, even if you marry, it must be someone of equal status—at the very least, a descendant of one of the other seven great families.” For the first time, Wilma’s expression darkened with fury.
“Third Elder, I suggest you watch your words,” she said icily.
“I’m an elder of the outer sect.
The Nilles family no longer has control over me.
You’d do well to remember that.” The Third Elder’s face twisted with anger, and he raised his palm threateningly.
“You insolent brat!
How dare you speak to me like that?”