The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law

At the Peak of Kunlun, at this moment, Xuanyuan Madman, due to Long Chen’s words, already felt some hesitation in his heart.

Indeed, could Yan Royal Mansion be the strongest force in Great Xia?

No, absolutely not, there must be existences stronger than Yan Royal Mansion.

But, is Dragon Palace truly a stronger force than Yan Royal Mansion?

Xuanyuan Madman’s inner thoughts were complex and erratic, indecisive about his next move.

He was well aware that once he turned against them, if in the end Dragon Palace were unable to defeat Yan Royal Mansion, the Xuanyuan Family would be facing disastrous consequences.

Just then, not far away, Yan Yiqiu spoke indifferently, "Why is it taking so long?"

"Heir, I’ll be right there." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Xuanyuan Madman hurriedly responded.

Then, Xuanyuan Madman lowered his voice and said to Xuanyuan Yu’er, "Yu’er, I’ll give you one last chance. If you don’t come with me, then our grandfather-granddaughter relationship will be severed. From this point on, you and I will go our separate ways. You will be responsible for your own life and death. I’ll give you ten seconds to think about it. Answer me after ten seconds."

"No need for ten seconds," Xuanyuan Yu’er immediately replied. "If you insist on this, then, as I’ve said before, I do not wish to return with you and marry someone I don’t like at all. So, I’m sorry, Grandfather."

"Good, very good, I want to see what good outcome you can have by following Long Chen, utterly foolish."

Xuanyuan Madman flung his hand dismissively and turned to stride back to Yan Yiqiu’s side.

"Not successful?" Yan Yiqiu asked.

"She absolutely refuses to come. Sigh, I’ve been so angered that I’ve severed our grandfather-granddaughter relationship. From this moment on, she’s no longer a person of the Xuanyuan Family," Xuanyuan Madman said somberly.

"If you use this move to protect her, it’s not a bad strategy," Yan Yiqiu’s expression remained calm.

Xuanyuan Madman was taken aback and immediately kneeled on one knee: "Heir’s insight is profound. Xuanyuan Madman is loyal to Yan Royal Mansion, with no second thoughts."

"Xuanyuan Grandfather, look how scared you are, get up quickly," Yan Yiqiu extended his hand to pull Xuanyuan Madman to his feet, smiling and saying, "Whether Yu’er marries me or not, you are still a good partner of Yan Royal Mansion. I won’t blame you because of Yu’er. I do have that much magnanimity."

His words were profoundly sincere, and Xuanyuan Madman believed what Yan Yiqiu had said.

Yan Yiqiu stood with his hands behind his back, and spoke softly, "My adoptive father once said that in a man’s life, there will always be that one time when he will act recklessly for love. I respect my adoptive father very much and will listen to whatever he says, but I do not agree with this one point.

I think knowing when to back down is not necessarily a bad thing, so Xuanyuan Grandfather, you don’t have to worry about me getting angry over this."

"The magnanimity of the Heir puts this old one to shame. Please accept my deepest bow," Xuanyuan Madman bowed deeply.

"Haha, Brother Xuanyuan, you should indeed be thankful for having such an enlightened lord. With the Heir here, your Xuanyuan Family won’t suffer much," Sword God Chang Yan laughed.

"Speaking of the Heir’s adoptive father, he truly is a prestigious figure. Even Dragon Palace pales in comparison to him by three parts," Yuan Gang said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Madman couldn’t hide his delight.

It seems I haven’t chosen the wrong side.

But just as Xuanyuan Madman’s thoughts surfaced, he heard Yan Yiqiu say, "On the path of growth, my adoptive father has helped me too much. He also told me personally that he will not assist me in key decisions or battles. He won’t interfere and will let me rely on my own fortune, so don’t think just because my adoptive father is formidable that you should harbor any other thoughts. Quit such notions early. My adoptive father is a very peculiar person, he has never gone back on his word to this day."

"That is true, after all, the Heir’s adoptive father is a Prince himself, he..."

"Let’s leave it at that, my adoptive father’s name should not be mentioned too much," Yan Yiqiu swiftly interrupted Yuan Gang’s words.

Yuan Gang understood the hint and dared not say more.

Just the mention of that person made Yuan Gang feel somewhat uneasy inside.

"What we need to deal with now is Long Chen and Dragon Palace. If I handle this well, maybe I can truly capture my adoptive father’s attention," Yan Yiqiu spoke softly.

"Heir, be assured, you will undoubtedly triumph in this battle," Chang Yan spoke quietly.

"Let’s hope."

...

As time passed, the day of the Martial God Conference finally arrived.

On this day, Snow Mountain Peak gathered top warriors from all over the world, totaling 158. Practically all the warriors in the world who had reached Martial God Level or were on the verge of it were present here.

Of course, there were still a very small number of recluses hidden in the mountains or in the cities who did not participate.

But all together, the number would absolutely not exceed two hundred.

Bear in mind, the world’s population was estimated to be at least seven billion.

Yet out of so many people, there were still less than two hundred fighters at Martial God Level or at Half-step Martial God Level.

This truly reflects how difficult it is to achieve this level.

At this moment, the Martial God Conference commenced without need for any host.

Because everyone gathered here with the purpose of exchanging moves and competing with one another.

Undoubtedly, people from every nation hoped to shine at the Martial God Conference and bring glory to their homelands.

This was the case for every Martial God Conference in the past.

But this time, there was a subtle difference.

Many top-notch masters were intentionally or unintentionally moving closer to Yan Royal Mansion’s Heir, Yan Yiqiu.

Long Chen made a rough count and estimated at least twenty individuals who seemed to have formed some secret agreement with Yan Yiqiu.

Add those twenty people to Yan Yiqiu and the three people he brought with him, and that made a total of twenty-four.

Out of these twenty-four, there were twenty-three at Martial God Realm.

This power was enough to sweep through anything in its path.

Long Chen felt the pressure too, but pressure was just that—pressure. It was not enough to intimidate him.

Before long, the contest between the masters began at the Martial God Conference.

However, everyone was merely sparring to make contact, treating the encounters as a formality. Most of their time was spent exchanging experiences in Martial Arts, and no one fought to the death.

What was strange was that not a single person approached Long Chen to spar or exchange insights.

Long Chen stood to the side with Xuanyuan Yu’er, looking like two unrelated individuals who had been isolated.

The scene was peculiar, and Xuanyuan Yu’er noticed something was amiss.

"Long Chen, I feel something is off with them. It seems like many of them are in cahoots with Yan Yiqiu, so they are ignoring us. Shall we leave?" Xuanyuan Yu’er whispered.

"The real show is about to begin," Long Chen responded softly. "I have plenty of patience to wait for an epic battle of the ages."

"You..." Xuanyuan Yu’er opened her mouth, wanting to persuade him further.

But as the words reached the tip of her tongue, Xuanyuan Yu’er found herself at a loss for words.

Because she saw the blazing fire of battle in Long Chen’s eyes and the firm resolve on his face.

"Hello."

Out of the blue, a woman in white drifted toward Long Chen.

She possessed an extraordinary aura, as if a banished immortal had descended to the human realm.

"Who are you?" Long Chen inspected the woman in white.

With a cold expression, the woman said, "The person who’s going to kill you."

"You’re quite straightforward," Long Chen chuckled. "But many wish to kill me, and you might not succeed.

Besides, I have no grudges with you. What has Yan Yiqiu offered you?"

"It has nothing to do with Yan Yiqiu," the woman replied icily. "Do you remember an old man named Ye Zhen whom you killed two years ago? He was my granduncle. I am called Ye Zhiqiu."

"One Leaf Knows Autumn, a good name. As for the old Ye you mentioned, indeed, I was the one who killed him. He longed for death, and I simply obliged him," Long Chen said quietly.

"After the dust settles from your struggle with Yan Yiqiu, if you are lucky enough to still be alive, I will seek revenge for his death. I’m giving you a heads up now so that you won’t think Ye Zhiqiu is kicking you while you’re down, though it doesn’t matter to me if you do think that way," she said.

After Ye Zhiqiu spoke, she turned and walked away from Long Chen.

"This woman, she’s quite interesting," Long Chen mused, rubbing his chin as he took a good look at Ye Zhiqiu.

Her figure was first-rate, her face unparalleled, and her lustrous hair a bonus.

Overall, she scored a ninety-nine.

The missing point was due to her cold demeanor, which lacked a touch of sensuality.

This kind of frosty iciness inadvertently raised the desire to conquer her.

"Hey, what are you doing thinking lustful thoughts about a woman who wants to kill you at a time like this?" Xuanyuan Yu’er fumed.

"You noticed that? Impressive," Long Chen gave a thumbs up.

"Hmph, I don’t want to talk to you," Xuanyuan Yu’er huffed angrily.

Seconds later, Xuanyuan Yu’er turned to Long Chen and asked, "If you win this battle but lose at the same time, will you regret it?"

"What do you mean by winning and losing at the same time? Isn’t that contradictory?" Long Chen inquired.

"What I mean is, from one perspective, you win because you alone fight against a group, killing many powerful masters. Your fame will certainly shake the world, and everyone will think you are the victor.

But the reality is, you win fame, yet you end up dead or crippled. Would you regret it then?" Xuanyuan Yu’er elaborated.

"Are you trying to convince me to lay low for now with this logic? Yu’er, let me tell you again, I will not retreat from this fight.

Until now, no one from Dragon Palace has shown up. Do you know what that means?" Long Chen’s gaze sharpened.

"What does it mean?" Xuanyuan Yu’er was puzzled.

"It means they also think I can’t win and have given up on me. So how can I retreat? Even in death, I will have no regrets from this battle. I am a man who would rather die standing than live cowering," Long Chen’s voice deepened, tinged with a hint of melancholy.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset.

His words caused Xuanyuan Yu’er’s mood to grow solemn.

She reached out, gently stroking Long Chen’s cheek, and said softly, "Even if the whole world loses faith in you, I will be by your side."

"If I really die, I hope you can leave this place safely because I still expect someone to visit my grave every year to burn some beauties and paper money for me," Long Chen joked.

"Pshaw, nonsense! You won’t die, you will win, certainly," Xuanyuan Yu’er clenched her fists.

"Let’s hope so," Long Chen said, maintaining a fairly relaxed demeanor.

At that moment, the friendly sparring among the crowd nearby stopped.

Yan Yiqiu also turned to look at Long Chen and slowly spoke, "Long Chen, it’s our turn now. The battle between us is inevitable."