Bumpkins Rich Handsome Husband Chapter 717

Chapter 717 A Voice Calling to Her Ever since arriving at the hidden clan, she had only ever been around the busiest parts of downtown, so she had to admit she was blind and ignorant. Right then, she was reeling in utter shock, unable to come to herself.

“The gap between the rich and the poor in the hidden clan is drastic; the rich are loaded with money, while the poor can barely even feed themselves, and this is the result of Ledger’s usurper. It’s all peace and prosperity in the vibrant city center because those people live their best lives in the rich neighborhood by trampling all over these people.”

Mateo fixed his gaze on the slum not far away with a tense face while locking his fingers on the steering wheel. It was evident he was livid. Right then, he was completely different from the young man he was a few hours ago. Even his aura had frosted over.

“Why would my grandfather wait for decades just for vengeance? He bore the humiliation just for these people with a bleak future. He simply hoped that he could do something to save them from this misery.

As the head of the hidden clan, Tanya is tyrannical and ruthless, and she drains the people of their money, but they are powerless despite having long been discontent with her ruling. The rich are using the least amount of money to enslave the people in the slum, but none of them ever experienced their misery. So we’ve been waiting…”

He paused at that, drifting his aching gaze on Veronica before continuing, “We’ve been waiting until you’re old enough to claim the throne. The people of the hidden clan hold fast to a conventional notion —they will only stand for the descendent of the true head of the clan.”

It was why they kept waiting, only bringing Veronica back when she was old enough to claim her place as the head of the clan and gain everyone’s support to overthrow the current rulers.

“Grandpa shouldered all the responsibility in hopes that the people can really live a happy, peaceful life free of poverty, and not this heart wrenching scene we’re looking at.” Mateo locked his brows into a deep furrow as he boomed. “I also hope that no one will have to suffer like this.”

Veronica fell silent at this point, unsure of what to say for a moment.

Veronica had been living a sweet life under Destor’s protection in this peaceful era. As such, how could she possibly know there were still people in this world who had to worry about their next meal or if they had a place to seek shelter?!

Mateo didn’t take Veronica into the slum as it was chaotic inside, and he was worried that danger would befall her.

Veronica had been super silent on their way back, looking out the window the entire time. Her mind was burdened as if a boulder was crushing it and suffocating her.

She was no saint, and she knew that well. How could she save them when she could barely save herself?! However, for some reason, a voice seemed to be calling her from the depths of her heart, urging her.

Veronica remained silent even after returning to the bamboo house, and she decided to watch some TV after dinner. Alas, they were all local channels, and she had no idea what they were talking about.

At that, she turned her computer on. Though she could change the websites to Spanish, all that was available was the hidden clan’s local news, and it was impossible to be directly translated into Spanish, so it was the same thing with the TV as well.

There was no difference between having wi-fi or not.

Knock, knock, knock… Just then, Mateo knocked on the door. “Roni, are you asleep?”

“What’s up?”

How could she fall asleep when it was only 8.00PM?! Hell, she even wanted to wander around in the market and experience the customs here. Well, I should take things as they come, as they say. Since she couldn’t leave anytime soon, she had no reason to get worked up either.

“Grandpa wants me to ask you something.”

“Oh.” She got up and opened the door. “What is it?”

“Grandpa instructed me to teach you the hidden clan dialect, and it’ll be some time before you can master it. As such, he wants me to ask you if you want to stay here or move somewhere quieter.”

Nowadays, most of the members from the other sects had become Martial Arts Grandmasters one by one. Nonetheless, Poison King was still stuck at Top Level Senior Grandmaster without the slightest sign of having a breakthrough. As a result, he was feeling pressured and anxious.

That was the reason he wished to cultivate a cadaver king desperately. He presumed the other sects would not be a threat to Mapleton any longer if they could cultivate one successfully.

“Poison King, since you have no objection, it’s time the Empyrean Sect and Mapleton let bygones be bygones. To express our utmost sincerity, I’ve brought some goodies exclusively for you this time around,” Carlos uttered earnestly.

The next second, one of the subordinates standing behind him whipped out a glass bottle containing crystal-clear water.

Poison King looked at it and asked quizzically, “Mr. Xuereb, it looks like ordinary water from mountain springs. How could it be an invaluable treasure?”

“Poison King, since the Empyrean Sect and Mapleton will mend their relationship and form an alliance, I’ll not keep things under wraps from you. Do you know how we’ve become stronger so fast within these few years? So far, there are almost twenty new Senior Grandmasters in our sect. Moreover, my father even became a Martial Arts Grandmaster within a short span after being stuck at Top Level Senior Grandmaster for ten years!” Carlos stated, smiling mysteriously.

Poison King shook his head. “I’ve no idea. Mr. Xuereb, can you tell me why?”

Poison King could hardly wait to know how the Empyrean Sect became that much stronger. All the other members of Mapleton perked up their ears out of curiosity too.

In the meantime, only Jared kept his eyes glued to the glass bottle. He racked his brain on why he could seem to detect spiritual energy from it.

There was no way for the glass bottle to contain spiritual energy. Thus, he was convinced that it was from the water in the bottle. But how is it possible for the water to contain spiritual energy? Ah! Could it be water from the spirit spring?

As Jared was deep in thought, Carlos continued to explain, “Poison King, let me be frank with you.

Three years ago, a mountain spring suddenly appeared somewhere near our base on the mountain.

Initially, there was nothing unusual about this mountain spring. But somehow, all our disciples love to drink the water from there because of its natural sweetness. Not long after that, we gradually discovered that it could strengthen our bodies and health. Furthermore, consuming the water long-term boosts our combat prowess other than curing our injuries and illness. My father had great advancement and finally became a Martial Arts Grandmaster after consuming the miraculous water too!”

Poison King was dumbfounded. Meanwhile, Weston and the others wore a look of sheer disbelief.

There are many mountain springs on our turfs too. Moreover, the water from those mountain springs forms a stream that flows across our land. Hence, most of us from Mapleton has been consuming the water from the mountain spring. Yet, why didn’t we feel anything after consuming it?

“Mr. Xuereb, you’re not bluffing me, are you? Do you mean to say that water from a mountain spring is able to enhance our health and let us achieve a breakthrough?” Poison King asked in bewilderment.

To him, it did not make sense that water from a mountain spring could do miracles. How is it possible for someone stuck at the same level for ten years to gain a breakthrough abruptly after drinking the water from a mountain spring?

“Poison King, what’s the point for me to lie to you? I’ve brought some water from the mountain spring. If you don’t believe me, you can give it a try yourself.”

Next, he handed the glass bottle to Poison King.