Cultivation: the Rise of a Live-In Son-In-Law

At this moment, Elder Yinmang's face changed drastically. The flood dragon had been nurtured by him for many years, and once it died, he would suffer severe backlash.

But this sword...

In the depths of Elder Yinmang's heart, an unbeatable fear arose.

If he resisted, there would only be one outcome: death!

"Roar!"

The flood dragon, over ten meters long, roared angrily. It was a manifestation of the Yin Qi from Yinmang Mountain, nurtured for decades by Elder Yinmang to achieve its current form.

Now it was just one step away; once it reached Tier Four, it could rival a Martial Arts Grandmaster of the Human Race and truly possess a hint of growable spirituality.

Though it was a flood dragon, it possessed a natural arrogance.

Facing this sword that silenced countless people, as if it could cut through mountains and rivers, the Yin Qi flood dragon roared, its massive body rolling with Yin Qi, quickly gathering, and finally spewing out from its mouth!

The sword light flashed in an instant, instantly piercing through the spewed Source Qi wave of the flood dragon, as if being completely engulfed.

The next moment...

The Yin Qi flood dragon that shocked countless people suddenly screamed in terror, and its massive body, somehow already split in two, began to pour out a large amount of pure essence from its shattered body!

Soon after, a peak several hundred meters behind the Yin Qi flood dragon also collapsed with a crash at this time, the break cut smooth.

Crash!

The peak fell into the deep valley below, echoing loudly, spreading throughout the Celestial Realm, and the entire Yinmang Peak was swept with violent gales.

Standing on a giant rock, the aura of Elder Yinmang, once at the peak of Innate Ninth Layer, suddenly withered.

And standing behind Elder Yinmang, a gloomy, stout young man looked as if he had seen a ghost from Hell, his face full of terror.

That was a flood dragon capable of rivaling a Half-Step Martial Arts Grandmaster!

Yet it couldn't even withstand a single sword from this person and was completely shattered, its body dispersed, and the newly born spirit was extinguished.

This shocking scene was recorded entirely by countless martial artists holding Memory Stones.

"You..."

Elder Yinmang barely uttered a word before blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Turning to look at Wang Youcai, who had collapsed on the ground in terror, his legs weakened, Elder Yinmang's eyes flashed with a sigh.

He never expected that helping this ungrateful disciple with his revenge would invite a true Grandmaster Godslayer.

The splendor of that sword, even in all his centuries of life, was unmatched.

The flood dragon he had spent decades nurturing died under that sword, a death worthy of it.

King of Swordsmanship... these four words slowly formed in Elder Yinmang's heart.

Having witnessed that sword, Elder Yinmang knew this battle... no longer needed to continue.

The flood dragon was destroyed, and his so-called Half-Step Grandmaster had long been reduced to his true form.

"This battle... I have lost," Elder Yinmang sighed. "I have one request, could you spare my disciple's life?"

"Do you think such a good thing would happen?" Lu Ye retracted the Mortal Grade Longsword in his hand and said calmly.

If weeds are not eradicated at their roots, they regenerate with the spring breeze, and Lu Ye couldn't be bothered to let such people grow in the background only to cause him trouble later.

Hearing this, Elder Yinmang nodded slightly, "Indeed, this enmity is irreconcilable..."

Then, Elder Yinmang looked behind him, suddenly extending a withered hand to grab the terrified Wang Youcai.

"Master, you... what are you doing?" Wang Youcai instinctively felt something was wrong and tried to struggle, but even the weakened Elder Yinmang was not someone Wang Youcai could resist.

"Master, let me go!"

Looking at the black-clothed Lu Ye standing not far away, Wang Youcai was almost paralyzed with fear, the terrifying scene of the sword destroying the Yin Qi flood dragon and cutting down the peak deeply etched in his mind, making him extremely terrified.

This was simply not human!

The next moment, Wang Youcai was horrified to find a withered, wrinkled hand already on his skull.

Straight away, Wang Youcai went completely mad, "Master... Elder Yinmang! Are you trying to kill me?!"

"I am your disciple, and instead of protecting me, you want to kill me?!"

"Let go of me! Aren't you afraid of being despised by everyone?! Master... I am your disciple, how..."

The frantic Wang Youcai's expression constantly changed, sometimes fierce, sometimes terrified, and his pleading words were cut short as Elder Yinmang shattered his skull with a palm strike.

Only at this moment did Elder Yinmang understand that in Martial Dao, besides aptitude... character was also important.

He thought he had given his all to Wang Youcai, but at this moment, Wang Youcai called him an old dog.

With a carefree smile, Elder Yinmang glanced back at Yinmang Mountain, his voice suddenly aging significantly.

"My lack of judgment led to this outcome, entirely my own doing."

In an instant, Elder Yinmang's entire aura ceased.

Watching Elder Yinmang commit suicide, Lu Ye slightly raised an eyebrow.

Previously coercing the Chen Family, Yinmang's actions indeed lacked dignity.

Choosing to end his own life now, he preserved his last bit of dignity.

This outcome was unexpected by everyone, originally anticipating a fierce battle, but the black-clothed man's Martial Arts Grandmaster cultivation, with just one sword...

Made Elder Yinmang lose any will to resist.

That earth-shattering sword also filled countless people in Yinmang Mountain with terror, amazed there could be such a supreme sword skill in this world?!

The Chen Family Ancestor's old face was filled with astonishment.

"This friend of yours... who on earth is he?"

To think Elder Yinmang, regarded by the Chen Family Ancestor as unbeatable, only needed one move from the opposite side to choose suicide.

Chen Lingxiang's face was full of smiles, her heart saying, "This is... a friend of my husband!"

Looking at the black-clothed Lu Ye standing on the peak of Yinmang Mountain, a glimmer flashed in Chen Lingxiang's beautiful eyes.

At this moment, he was the absolute center of attention!

...

Very soon, the events of Yinmang Mountain spread explosively throughout the Northern Territory.

Having stood for hundreds of years in the Northern Territory, the famous Yinmang Mountain, today... its legacy was severed by a single sword.

When the news of Yinmang Mountain's destruction reached the Three Great Sects, in Red Cloud Sect,

Red Cloud Fairy suddenly rose up, a flash of brilliance in her starry eyes.

"Disappeared for some time, and ended up at Yinmang Mountain?"

"Master, this is the recorded Memory Stone from that time, currently fetching five silver taels each, have a look."

Beside her, Su Wan took out a palm-sized Memory Stone and handed it to Red Cloud Fairy.

"Without achieving Martial Arts Grandmaster, even being a half-step Grandmaster, cannot compare to a true grandmaster, nothing much to see."

Red Cloud Fairy nonchalantly received the Memory Stone, activated its Imprint Array, and instantly, scenes projected out.

The next second, in the scene, the black-clothed Lu Ye was shown drawing his Mortal Grade Longsword, slicing out that earth-shattering, flood dragon-obliterating sword...

Red Cloud Fairy's eyes suddenly widened.

Seemingly frail hands, unable to even twist open a cap, directly crushed the armrests of the Purple Wood Chair, equivalent to refined iron, into powder.