The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 270 - 263: Not Accepting Apologies

Chapter 270: Chapter 263: Not Accepting Apologies

Long Chen understood Xuanyuan Yu’er’s sadness.

But in fact, as a woman, Xuanyuan Yu’er was already strong enough.

In the sub-zero temperatures, she braved the blizzards to climb peaks where the trails were no longer visible, and with the mountains slick with ice and snow, a single misstep could mean shattering one’s bones.

So in Long Chen’s heart, Xuanyuan Yu’er had already done well enough.

"Yu’er, don’t underestimate yourself. In my heart, you’re already doing great,"

Long Chen said softly.

He felt that Xuanyuan Yu’er, as she was now, needed some encouragement.

Upon hearing Long Chen’s encouragement, Xuanyuan Yu’er indeed instantly swept away her dejection. "Are you serious? You’re not just comforting me, are you?"

"I’m not just comforting you. The future is long, and the heights you can reach will definitely not be lower than those Martial Gods now.

Of course, this is all because you know me. Hey, otherwise, you wouldn’t possibly become a Martial God. Have some confidence,"

Long Chen said with a smile.

"Pfft, you’re so full of yourself. But your words are really useful, you know. I suddenly feel full of confidence,"

Xuanyuan Yu’er said in a sweet voice.

"Shall we continue walking?"

"Sure, but before we go, I think I need to reward you a little."

"How are you going to reward me?"

"Like this..."

She tiptoed and quickly planted a kiss on Long Chen’s face.

This cool kiss had a unique flavor in the cold temperature.

"Not allowed next time."

Long Chen glared at Xuanyuan Yu’er.

"Next time I’ll just sneak attack, hmph."

Xuanyuan Yu’er huffed.

"Can’t be bothered with you."

Long Chen pulled her along to continue the climb.

Originally, Long Chen could have brought Xuanyuan Yu’er directly to the mountain summit in a short amount of time.

But Long Chen didn’t want to do that; he wanted Xuanyuan Yu’er to experience this part of the journey, which was not bad for her at all.

"Make way, get out of the way,"

Suddenly, a shout came.

Long Chen and Xuanyuan Yu’er turned around and saw a golden claw with a rope flying up at high speed.

Long Chen quickly pulled Xuanyuan Yu’er aside.

Ssst.

The golden claw firmly embedded itself into the ground.

Down below, a blond, blue-eyed man was quickly ascending, holding onto the rope.

He seemed extremely joyful, laughing loudly as he surged upward.

Long Chen was taken aback, not expecting someone to climb in such a way. It was rare, but also amusing.

As the blond man passed by Long Chen, he gave him a sideways glance and said indifferently, "Kid, next time keep your eyes peeled and don’t get in my way, or I’ll kill you."

The blond man spoke in heavily accented Great Xia, very arrogantly.

His arrogance bugged Long Chen quite a bit.

"Stop right there."

Long Chen reached out and grabbed the blond man’s rope.

"What do you think you’re doing?" the blond man stared at Long Chen. "Do you know who I am? I am a bishop of the Angel Temple, my name..."

"I’m not interested in your name. What you just said was very rude, so now you need to bow and apologize to us,"

Long Chen said calmly.

"Apologize? Haha, you yellow-skinned kid, are you tired of living?"

The blond man looked down on Long Chen disdainfully as if he were staring at an ant. "Others have only ever bowed to me; I’ve never had to bow to anyone else."

"Is that so?"

Long Chen pulled hard on the rope, his strength considerable.

The blond man’s face changed, and he tried to snatch the rope back, but as soon as he exerted force, he realized something was off. He couldn’t compete with Long Chen’s strength at all and was abruptly pulled down, his body sliding rapidly toward the mountain base.

"Fuck squid," the blond man was furious. "You will suffer God’s harshest punishment, I’m telling you."

"Not even Jesus can save you, I’m saying."

Long Chen decisively let go of the rope.

He had already stabilized his position while holding the rope and wasn’t sliding down anymore.

But as soon as Long Chen let go, the blond man’s sliding speed increased sharply.

"*&*&."

The blond man cursed in a foreign language, spewing expletives.

Long Chen didn’t bother to pay him any more attention and continued walking to the mountaintop with Xuanyuan Yu’er.

As for what happened behind them, Long Chen didn’t care.

The golden-haired man actually had some skills. After sliding down dozens of meters, he found an opportunity to extend his fingers and fiercely thrust them into the ice, stabilizing his form.

No longer falling, the golden-haired man looked up and bellowed, "You beastly thing, I won’t let you get away with this, I swear."

Hearing this voice, Long Chen frowned, picked up a piece of broken ice, and flicked it with his finger.

Swoosh.

The shard flew at high speed and with a thud, embedded itself in the back of the golden-haired man’s hand.

"Ah."

The golden-haired man screamed in pain and reflexively lifted his hand.

As a result, with his hand raised, he started to fall again.

"People who seek their own death are indeed rare."

Long Chen sighed.

"This man is really annoying, so impolite. Are all Westerners like this?" Xuanyuan Yu’er whispered to Long Chen.

"That’s not the case," Long Chen said with a smile, "No matter where you are, there’s no shortage of such self-important fools. We just happened to come across one."

"Oh, so have you met many Westerners?"

"Mm, that Angel Temple the guy just mentioned, I’ve been there to play. There’s an interesting red-haired old man inside. I don’t know if he’ll come this time," Long Chen said with a smile.

"I feel like you weren’t there to play but to do something earth-shattering, right?"

Xuanyuan Yu’er fixed her gaze on Long Chen.

"It’s all in the distant past, best left unmentioned."

Long Chen didn’t want to bring up those memories and sped up his climb.

Half a day later, under Long Chen’s lead, the two finally reached the mountain summit.

The summit was very spacious, with howling cold wind and swirling snow.

At this moment, there were already many people calmly enjoying the snowy scenery all over the summit.

Long Chen’s arrival didn’t seem to pique their interest in the slightest.

"Long Chen, I’m cold."

Xuanyuan Yu’er shivered.

Long Chen opened his arms and pulled Xuanyuan Yu’er into his embrace, his Spiritual Power flowing gently, warming Xuanyuan Yu’er’s body.

Xuanyuan Yu’er felt the warmth and snuggled closer into Long Chen’s embrace.

"Warmer now?" Long Chen asked.

"Warmer, it’s really good to have you. I suddenly feel a bit envious of the women around you."

Xuanyuan Yu’er tilted her head up slightly and spoke softly.

Long Chen did not respond but swept his gaze over the people on the summit.

"That young man from Great Xia, you come to attend the Martial God Conference but bring a little girl with you? Do you intend to perform some show for us here on the summit? Haha."

A mocking voice suddenly echoed, causing raucous laughter.

Long Chen discerned from the accent of the man speaking the Great Xia language that this person was from Dao Yang Country in the east.

For a moment, Long Chen’s eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Kneel down and apologize, and I might spare your life."

Long Chen’s gaze, sharp as twin swords, fell upon the middle-aged Dao Yang man.

The Dao Yorker, oblivious to the danger, said disdainfully, "You bring a woman here and we can’t comment? Haha, if you’re incapable, I could stand in for you, no need to be courteous."

"Very well."

Long Chen smiled, a broad, brilliant smile.

Then, he softly said to Xuanyuan Yu’er, "Stand still, I’ll be back quickly."

"Mm."

Xuanyuan Yu’er nodded lightly.

Long Chen then took steps toward the Dao Yang man.

Long Chen’s pace was slow, unhurried.

Seeing this, the Dao Yang man scoffed, "You want to duel me? Young man, the Martial God Conference hasn’t started yet, I advise you not to seek your own demise, otherwise I’ll let you die without a place to be buried before the Conference even begins."

Long Chen did not speak but quickened his pace slightly.

The Dao Yang man, without any hesitation, made his move.

"Die."

He suddenly drew his Eastern Saber, slashing towards Long Chen.

Long Chen extended two fingers, easily catching the saber with effortless grace.

The Dao Yang man pushed forward with all his might, but Long Chen was immovable, utterly unaffected.

His two fingers held such strength that the Dao Yang man could not budge them.

Knowing he had encountered a peerless master, the Dao Yang man quickly said, "Brother, I was just making a small joke earlier, don’t take it to heart, hey, really, you can’t take it seriously, let’s resolve this amicably? If really necessary, I will apologize to you."

"We from Great Xia do not accept apologies from you Dao Yang folks, there is only one path awaiting you, and that is, death."

Long Chen exerted force with his fingers, snapping the saber in two.

Hiss.

A flying sliver of the blade pierced through the Dao Yang man’s throat.

The Dao Yang man could not even let out a scream before he crashed to the ground, lifeless.