The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law

King Chu turned his head and glanced at the speaker, calmly saying, "Don’t panic over the money. After all affairs here are dealt with, you’ll naturally receive your share—each of you will get a million, as promised."

Of course, it was Joss Paper!

Chu Ling thought to himself in his mind.

Unfortunately, this group of people, attracted by wealth, mostly had their eyes blinded and hadn’t yet grasped the seriousness of the situation.

Only when they walked into the cemetery and saw the ancient tombs did some of them suddenly become alert.

"When King Chu came, he said he needed our blood to pay homage to the ancient spirits, but after arriving here, I feel that the atmosphere is very eerie, including the Tomb Guardian. This can’t just be a simple homage."

A young man whispered.

"I also feel something is off. He’s willing to pay a million for just a little of our blood? Our little bit of blood isn’t worth a million. Could it... could it be that he wants our lives?" a girl voiced her concern.

"Forget it. I don’t want this money anymore. I want to leave." Someone decided on the spot, turning to walk away very decisively.

But as he turned, he discovered a group of people armed with guns lined up behind him, blocking the path.

"Everyone, since you’re here, don’t think about leaving."

King Chu’s face was all smiles.

"Lord King Chu, at this point, could you tell us the truth? Do you really just need a bit of our blood?"

A girl in her twenties asked loudly.

"Of course, I need your blood, and your lives must also remain."

Chu Ling finally showed his true intentions, no longer pretending.

His words caused an uproar among the crowd.

Immediately following, the group tried desperately to rush out, as no one wanted to die in this remote cemetery.

"Contain them."

Chu Ling commanded sternly.

At Chu Ling’s order, the soldiers fired their guns as a warning, and the Tomb Guard Clan’s experts used their martial arts to forcefully suppress the crowd.

Nine hundred men and women, having no power to resist, were all suppressed, crying non-stop.

"Clan Leader, we should not delay. Let us start quickly."

Chu Ling said to the Clan Leader.

The Clan Leader nodded and said, "Wait another hour. We can act after it gets dark."

"Alright."

Chu Ling nodded.

In the blink of an eye, an hour passed, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the ancient cemetery was filled with occasional gusts of chilling wind, casting eerie shadows from the ancient graves.

The nine hundred men and women were trembling with fear, some even fainting from fright.

Even Chu Ling felt chills running down his spine.

"We can start now, kill them all and use their blood to irrigate the graves. Whether we can awaken any ancestors depends on this battle."

The Clan Leader urged anxiously.

As the Clan Leader’s words fell, a brutal massacre unfolded.

In a matter of minutes, all nine hundred were killed, their bodies used to pay homage to the ancient tombs.

Members of the Tomb Guard Clan sat cross-legged on the ground, murmuring words under their breath.

Until deep into the night, two of the ancient tombs suddenly cracked open.

Boom.

The next second, a pale skeletal hand reached out from one of the tombs.

Following that, a skeleton emerged from the ground.

It hovered in mid-air, emitting a faint glow all over.

"Five hundred years have passed, and I finally see the light of day again, hehe."

The skeleton let out a strange laugh.

Then, the skeleton opened its mouth, swallowing the moonlight, and the glow on the skeleton grew increasingly intense, even beginning to form flesh and blood.

In an instant, the skeleton transformed into a gaunt old man, his pupils a strange dark red.

Once he landed, he was already dressed in a black robe that enveloped his entire figure, his presence unfathomable.

Another ancient tomb experienced the same scenario, not long after, a figure bearing an ancient saber approached.

"Are...are you Elder Gai San?"

The black-robed elderly man with dark red pupils looked at the saber-bearing old man, who was a step behind, his expression filled with uncertainty.

"Yes," Gai San nodded, his voice hoarse.

Upon hearing this, the black-robed elderly man quickly bowed, "I never imagined that after a thousand years, you would still be alive."

"A thousand years pass in a blink of an eye, having slept for too long, it was time to stretch my muscles. This time, thanks to the fresh blood provided by the Tomb Guard Clan, which was very pure, otherwise both you and I would have had a hard time awakening,"

said Gai San.

The elder of the Tomb Guard Clan quickly bowed deeply and said, "The nine hundred people used for the sacrifice were brought by Chu Ling, who is the King Chu of this era."

"Oh?"

The black-robed old man looked towards Chu Ling, "Was it your doing?"

Chu Ling quickly nodded, not daring to meet the black-robed old man’s gaze, and whispered, "Junior did this hoping to aid the elders’ early awakening."

"State your request," the black-robed old man said. "I’m a straightforward person."

"Since you’ve been a great help, you may as well state what it is you want," Gai San added.

Upon hearing this, Chu Ling was overjoyed and immediately said, "I have an enemy, his name is Long Chen, whose cultivation has already surpassed the bounds of Martial Arts. I suspect he is a cultivator, and his realm is very high. If possible, please help me eliminate him."

"A small matter, easily said," the black-robed elder immediately agreed.

Gai San then said, "Then this matter shall be handled by you. If you cannot overcome him, call upon me anytime."

"Elder Gai, rest assured, a mere junior is easily eradicated," the black-robed old man said.

"Good."

With few words, Gai San turned and disappeared into the vast night.

"Elder, shall...shall we leave now?"

Chu Ling asked cautiously.

"Let’s go."

The black-robed elder walked with his hands behind his back.

...

In Emperor City, Long Chen was restless, his brows furrowed, unable to sleep, and stayed up cultivating until dawn.

Meanwhile, Chu Ling had already returned home with the black-robed elder.

The pet dog at Chu Ling’s home, merely because it barked twice out of fear at the black-robed old man, was grabbed by the elder and had its blood drained.

This brutal scene terrified Han Min so much that she dared not even breathe.

"Woman?"

The black-robed old man stared at Han Min, his dark red eyes emitting a mysterious glow.

"Elder, do...do you like her?"

Chu Ling asked.

"We’ll discuss important matters later."

The black-robed elder raised his hand and seized Han Min.

Seeing this, Chu Ling felt a chill in his heart but dared not act rashly, and only said to Han Min, "This elder is an ancient and powerful being resurrected from an ancient tomb, serve him well, and he can help us kill Long Chen."

Originally wanting to struggle, Han Min had to force a smile upon hearing this, and was taken away by the black-robed elder.

Unbeknownst to them, this scene was fully observed by Li Yuechan.

Li Yuechan covered her mouth and quietly turned around, quickly leaving the Prince Manor, frantically searching for Long Chen.

After searching for over an hour, Li Yuechan finally found Long Chen in a tavern.

"What are you doing here again?"

Long Chen asked.

"Big...big trouble," Li Yuechan said with teary eyes, "Something terrible has happened."

"What new tricks are you trying to play? I’m warning you, Li Yuechan, do not attempt to exploit my feelings for you; I’m not falling for it."

Long Chen said sternly.

"I’m not lying to you, something really terrible has happened. My father went to an ancient tomb and resurrected a powerful being from hundreds of years ago,"

Li Yuechan trembled as she explained.