Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

"Devlin, in my life, I've had my ups and downs. I've seen through a lot, but I'm not satisfied."

"Back in the day... sigh, you might not know of Five-river Province. But let me tell you, in the eastern continent, Five-river Province is much bigger than this place!"

"I was the boss there, do you think that's impressive or not? Yet even so, I ended up with no way out, coming to this desolate place!"

"How much power is needed to truly be at ease? To truly be worry-free?"

"Now, here I am in this godforsaken place, becoming friends with you. Starting from scratch, with nothing."

"But I'm not resigned! I must go back and reclaim everything that's rightfully mine. Since even the boss of Five-river Province couldn't give me peace, then I'll go higher when I return, I'll go to the capital! But the waters of the capital are murky, I'm afraid if I'm not careful, I'll end up in a disastrous situation."

"This is my daughter Elwood Thorneycroft. Honestly, there's not much emotion. If ever there comes a day, I might even kill her."

"Do you think I'm heartless? But let me tell you, in the world of Jianghu, we're often not in control. Who would truly want to harm their own daughter? That's inhumane! But when necessary, sacrifices must be made!"

"When the day comes that I can return triumphantly, you join me in accomplishing something great. Devlin, I don't actually hate the person who pulled me down from Five-river Province. If he hadn't done it, someone else eventually would. But I can assure you, when I make my comeback, I'll let you live openly and throw away that damned disguise!"

Devlin walked in the courtyard, reaching his hand into his pocket.

Sadly, there was no cigarette.

"Fabian Percival, it was I who plotted against you years ago, forcing you to flee from Gonzalez City to America in disgrace. It was also on Granny Xihua's instructions that I brought you back to Gonzalez City, to die there. But in the end, one could say it's a return to the roots."

"You were the first to want me to live openly. I also promised you that whoever kills you, I'd avenge you."

Devlin looked up, gazing at the night sky.

"After killing Granny Xihua, I'll kill Elwood Thorneycroft for you."

...

The singing and dancing of the Dark Moon Pavilion entranced the martial artists.

Even Brant Fairbanks couldn't look away.

He grabbed Julius Reed's arm, unable to help but exclaim, "West Tower, now this is what I call living! This is life!"

Julius Reed ignored the dean and kept his eyes on the fake Grandmaster.

Just like the items found in Lord Ghost Seven's secret chamber in Swimming City, the things used, movements, and speech tone of this fake Grandmaster were all imitating him.

You could say it's very similar.

Except for that innate confidence and imperial presence.

Clearly, the Undead Tribe had gone to great lengths to replace him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, while singing and dancing are enjoyable, we are all martial artists!"

After a few rounds of drinks, everyone was loosened up, and Han Caldwell stood up, waving his hand.

The dancing girls retreated, and the Dark Moon Palace suddenly felt much emptier.

Those invited were all representatives from various sects.

No ordinary disciples were present.

Even someone like Tennyson Hawthorne hadn't received an invitation.

"Since we are martial artists, and today is a great day for an alliance! Why don't we invite the Young Master, the young West Tower with three paths embodied, to show us his skills?"

After Han Caldwell finished speaking, he glanced around.

"Indeed! West Tower is formidable! We, as seniors, can't compare! To be honest, I've spent my whole life without comprehending even the second path, let alone having three paths embodied, and still being so young!"

"We would love to witness it, but we wonder if West Tower is willing?"

"We hope this soon-to-be groom can generously share his skills with us!"

The martial artists were completely intrigued after hearing Han Caldwell speak.

A Young Master with three paths embodied is most rare!

"Dean Fairbanks, your Ocean Academy is full of talents, surely you won't deny us this request?" Han Caldwell smiled at Brant Fairbanks, but his eyes were cold!

The grudge for losing an arm won't be forgotten!

"West Tower, you see..." This move really put Brant Fairbanks in a bind.

In the morning, Ocean Academy had shown off and attracted jealousy!

If refused, it might offend all martial arts sects.

The harm of offending people is obvious.

If Ocean Academy wants to emerge or gain prominence in future battles, they must befriend or at least not offend those martial arts sects.

To avoid being stabbed in the back.

"Dean, what do you mean?" Julius Reed raised his wine glass and asked calmly.

"If it's convenient, there's no harm in showing off a bit." Brant Fairbanks clearly meant to leave the choice to Julius Reed.

To go or not, entirely voluntary.

"Then I'll try not to embarrass myself." Julius Reed put down his glass and walked to the center of the Dark Moon Palace.

Thousands of eyes were watching!

The grand hall was eerily quiet.

Olindo Caldwell and Hayden Caldwell's eyes were filled with expectation and unease.

Is the engagement real?

But anything was better than being watched by Han Caldwell like that.

If there was no other choice, marrying West Tower might be the best option.

Han Caldwell quietly signaled to Diego Leopold beside him, to be ready to craft a new tome anytime.

Then, frame him publicly!

"Since everyone wants to see, let me perform a bit of swordplay for you." Julius Reed drew the longsword, stabbing forward with one hand!

In the air, a white mist exploded!

This was due to the sword blade moving too fast, creating friction with the air!

Before the white mist dissipated, the longsword in Julius Reed's hand shook wildly!

A flurry of remnants!

"Such a fast sword." Someone couldn't help but speak, their heart filled with amazement, but within expectations.

The surrounding martial artists nodded in agreement.

No wonder he embodied three paths, this young man wielded his sword with such speed!

Far surpassing the prodigy Ansel Tennyson!

But suddenly.

The longsword left his hand!

Julius Reed closed his eyes, standing in place!

In front of him!

The longsword danced wildly, indistinguishable from before!

"Path of Weaponry! Distant Sword Control!"

"Incredible! The ability to control the sword from afar matches using hands! Just how terrifying is this youth!"

The martial arts masters, initially just slightly surprised, now wore expressions of joy and disbelief!

Many even forgot to hold their wine glasses, their eyes fixated intently on the center!

Crack!

Just as everyone found it astonishing!

Someone's wine glass shattered.

Followed by a second, a third...

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The guests' wine glasses consecutively exploded!

"Wow!"

"Amazing! Sword Qi permeates! Does this youth have no limit?"

"Even Franco Tennyson didn't have this kind of skill! West Tower alone could suppress Boulevard Sword Sect!"

The whole place was solemn.

Quite a few martial artists' faces were pale.

Some had their throats convulsing continuously, their brains already numb.

"How was it?" Han Caldwell's face was very unpleasant.

"Too fast, couldn't see clearly!" Diego Leopold was drenched in sweat, only able to roughly sketch some moves on paper.

Clang!

A crisp sound.

The sword stopped.

Returned to the sheath.

Diego Leopold's hovering hand didn't know how to fall on the paper.