The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law

Ximen Wuhen’s domineering blade made Long Chen bitterly smile.

But thinking of his own predicament, Long Chen found himself genuinely unable to calm down for a while.

"Master, I oppose you doing this,"

Qing Zhi spoke.

It wasn’t because the conditions proposed by Ximen Wuhen were too exorbitant, but rather, Qing Zhi did not want Ximen Wuhen to die to save Long Chen.

Although she felt indebted to Long Chen, at that moment, the thought of her master dying if he saved Long Chen was something she could not accept.

"Qing Zhi, I have made my decision, you needn’t say any more,"

Ximen Wuhen said.

"Master, if it involves using the Primordial Spirit to trigger the Evil Talisman, I could also help Long Chen in that way. After all, I am still young, I might not die, and once Long Chen has recovered, he might find a way to heal me," Qing Zhi said solemnly.

"You are being too naive," Ximen Wuhen said. "The moment the Evil Talisman is triggered, the energy it releases is extremely terrifying, enough to destroy your Primordial Spirits. Only I can suppress it, do you understand?"

Hearing this, Qing Zhi immediately fell silent.

If that was indeed the case, then she really couldn’t do it, and would only end up dying in vain without even curing Long Chen.

From a practical standpoint, she really couldn’t act impulsively.

"Kid, you haven’t answered me yet; will you marry or not?"

Ximen Wuhen looked at Long Chen.

"Senior, if it involves your life as the price, I refuse,"

Long Chen said sternly.

"Don’t be sentimental," Ximen Wuhen said. "I have already calculated; my life span is set to end this year, without a doubt. Judging by the time, there are about two more months until the new year; this will be my last time. There will be no miracles. Before I die, if I could lend you a hand, if I could ensure that there is a successor for Martial Immortal Mountain, I could die with a smile."

"Master, are you really telling the truth?"

Both Qing Zhi and Liuli’s faces turned pale.

Ximen Wuhen smiled and said, "I have lived far too long, to have made it to this day is a miracle amongst miracles. I can’t hold on any longer, Qing Zhi, Liuli, I hope you can understand and fulfill my last wish, don’t let me die without peace."

Qing Zhi and Liuli burst into tears upon hearing this.

They were both adopted by Ximen Wuhen and felt a deep affection for him.

Upon hearing Ximen Wuhen’s words, Long Chen also fell into silence.

What kind of mindset does a person have when they know their own time of death?

But seeing Ximen Wuhen’s expression, remarkably calm and smiling, without a hint of melancholy.

That alone was admirable.

Remembering the past, and how he had even thought of battling Sword Martial Immortal, Long Chen felt deeply ashamed.

This old man was not at all what he had imagined.

"Senior, is there truly no other way?"

Long Chen asked.

"There are no other ways," Ximen Wuhen smiled and answered. "If you wish to dispel the Evil Talisman, only I can help you. Aside from me, you will hardly find another in Great Xia willing to help you like this. After all, some old folks, even if they know their end is near, still won’t give up on clinging to life. I am different; I have long seen through it all."

"Long Chen, just listen to Master,"

Tears streaming, Qing Zhi uttered these words.

"No." Long Chen said, "Senior, if you truly wish to save me, then if Martial Immortal Mountain ever faces trials in the future, through fire and sword, I will do my utmost to help, but the two conditions you mentioned, I cannot agree to. For you to save me is already a huge grace; how could I further exploit your generosity."

"It won’t do; you must agree to both conditions, otherwise, I cannot rest assured. No matter what you say, I won’t be convinced,"

Ximen Wuhen said.

"Long Chen, just listen to Master, inherit the Dao Tong of Martial Immortal Mountain, and marry me.

Master has his reasons; the first is that neither I nor Liuli can master his ultimate skill. Perhaps you might."

Second, by marrying me and inheriting the Dao Tong of Martial Immortal Mountain, you will undoubtedly shoulder the responsibility of passing on the legacy for the rest of your life.

Thus, you must agree to these two conditions."

Qing Zhi said in a deep voice.

"Qing Zhi is right, that’s exactly what I mean," Ximen Wuhen said. "Girl, I’m pleased that you think this way. You’ve grown up and learned to let go. Very good."

"Master, I have been unfilial." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Qing Zhi quickly knelt before Ximen Wuhen, tears streaming down her face.

Liuli too was crying uncontrollably, her tears falling continuously: "Master, Liuli doesn’t want you to leave, wuwu."

"You foolish children, this should be a joyous occasion," Ximen Wuhen said. "Think about it, if Long Chen had not come, then in two months, I would still die, and my cultivation would have no heir, leaving me with great regret as I depart from this world.

Now, not only is Qing Zhi’s lifelong affair settled, but the legacy of the Martial Immortal Mountain will also continue. What a wonderful joyous event, allowing me to rest in peace."

These words left Liuli and Qing Zhi speechless.

Long Chen also felt an inexplicable heaviness; he could hear that Ximen Wuhen was trying to comfort them.

But their heavy hearts could not be significantly improved by these words.

"Long Chen, do you agree or not?"

Ximen Wuhen asked Long Chen again.

Long Chen nodded with difficulty, finally agreeing.

"Good, good, then let’s make arrangements immediately. You and Qing Zhi should marry as soon as possible, and I will be your officiant."

Ximen Wuhen smiled broadly.

"Your disciple obeys your command."

Qing Zhi kowtowed three times.

Long Chen also knelt and bowed three times with a solemn expression.

"Ah, you two together are like a perfect match, and your future children will surely be talented and unrivaled. It’s just a pity that I won’t be able to see them," Ximen Wuhen lamented.

Long Chen and Qing Zhi exchanged glances, neither speaking because they didn’t know what to say.

Ximen Wuhen continued, "Long Chen, Qing Zhi, listen well, don’t deceive me. If you say you’re getting married, it must be real. Understood?"

"Master, your disciple will not deceive you,"

Qing Zhi said.

"And you?" Ximen Wuhen asked Long Chen.

Long Chen hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"You, my boy, must be laden with romantic debts, but no matter what, in this lifetime, you must not fail Qing Zhi. My disciple Qing Zhi has never felt affection for any other man, and you are the first."

Ximen Wuhen stated gravely.

"She... she has feelings for me?"

Long Chen looked at Qing Zhi, sensing that this was very far from the truth.

Observing Long Chen’s confused expression, Ximen Wuhen spoke softly, "I raised Qing Zhi myself. Whether she is emotionally stirred or not, I, as her master, know better than anyone. Enough said, prepare for the wedding."

...

One day later, Martial Immortal Mountain was festooned with lights.

At this time, there were only five people on the mountain.

Lan’er in the kitchen, Qing Zhi and Liuli, Ximen Wuhen, and Long Chen.

The five of them made arrangements, turning Martial Immortal Mountain into a sight of immense joy.

And with everything prepared, Qing Zhi and Long Chen’s wedding ceremony began.