The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 377 - 367

Chapter 377: Chapter 367

Long Chen’s confidence was palpable to both Long’er and Xia Ling.

They were well aware that life with Long Chen could never be calm and peaceful.

Because Long Chen was burdened with a great responsibility, he had to achieve something significant in his position as the Lord of the Great Xia Mansion.

What’s more, even if Long Chen wished for a peaceful life, it was no longer a possibility for him.

Only by carving out a bloody path and decisively overpowering the Cultivation World of Great Xia could he attain true tranquility.

"I have an idea,"

Long Chen said as he looked at Xia Ling.

"What is it?"

Xia Ling asked.

"Find suitable people to take over the management of the group in your stead, and you all retreat behind the scenes. At the same time, you can all move into the Great Xia Mansion. In this way, we can ensure everyone’s safety completely. What do you think?"

Long Chen inquired.

"I’ve been thinking the same, but I was afraid to bring it up. I worried that you would think I didn’t trust you, heh."

Xia Ling laughed.

"Looks like you really don’t trust me, after all,"

Long Chen stared at Xia Ling.

"No, no, I absolutely trust you. I suggested it just as a safety precaution. After all, if any one of us were to meet with an accident, it would have a big impact on you, right?"

Xia Ling said with a smile.

"Alright, you’re right. I won’t flip your card tonight," Long Chen said with a smile.

"What about tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow either."

"Wuu wuu, no, husband, Ling’er admits her mistake."

Xia Ling suddenly looked pitifully at Long Chen.

"A person in her thirties, still acting cute, it’s shameful,"

Long’er commented blandly.

"Hey, now, Long’er, that’s a bit much, don’t you think? I’m only twenty-seven, in the prime of my life. How am I in my ’thirties’?"

Xia Ling glared at Long’er displeased.

"Twenty-seven is a ’thirty,’ and soon it’ll add up to three times ten."

Long’er replied.

"You... okay, I won’t stoop to your level, little girl,"

Xia Ling took a deep breath to calm her emotions.

Long Chen pulled Long’er over and drew her into his embrace, patting her ample behind, he laughed, "You shouldn’t speak to your sister Xia Ling like that, got it?"

"I got it,"

Long’er nodded gently, her demeanor utterly tender.

Her attitude towards Long Chen was worlds apart from her attitude towards Xia Ling.

...

In the following ten days, Long Chen and Xia Ling worked together to select several capable individuals to manage the Dragon Shadow Group. Xia Ling and the others all moved into the Great Xia Mansion.

The entire process was conducted with utmost secrecy.

Even within the Dragon Shadow Group, only a handful knew that the top-tier leadership had changed; nobody was aware that Xia Ling and her companions had retreated into the shadows. All major decisions were made through video conferences.

As for Xia Ling and the others, they hardly ever left the Great Xia Mansion, and on the rare occasions they did, they went out in groups.

This group of beauties, with their not inconsiderable cultivation, was an extremely powerful force. Even if they encountered danger, it couldn’t really be considered danger; at most, it served as a courage-building exercise for them.

Half a month later, everything was peaceful, as if nothing had ever happened.

Yet at that very moment, in the Martial Immortal City, an important person sent out a woman in plain clothing.

This woman carried an Ancient Sword on her back. She was plain-looking, but her eyes sparkled with vitality. These eyes, resembling the starry sky, made her otherwise ordinary face seem extraordinary.

Her name was Qing Zhi, and she was a formidable expert dispatched by the Sword Martial Immortal – a venerable figure who had lived for more than a century!

She had not long left the city when she suddenly stopped.

Followed by a wave of Qing Zhi’s delicate hand, a flash of cold light, and from the roadside bushes to her left rear, a middle-aged man instantly let out a scream.

Without turning around, Qing Zhi said indifferently, "You must be from the Great Xia Mansion of Qianzhou, aren’t you? Notify the Lord of the Great Xia Mansion and tell him to clean his neck and wait for me, I’m coming to take his life."

After finishing her words, the woman dressed in plain clothes, Qing Zhi, stepped away and walked off into the distance.

Not long after she departed from the city, Long Chen of Qianzhou received the news.

"Lord, according to our day and night investigations and stakeouts, last night a woman in plain clothes left Martial Immortal City. She also injured one of our brothers stationed there. This woman is suspected to be the closed-door disciple of Sword Martial Immortal, with unfathomable cultivation."

The informant from Heavenly Net Palace came to report to Long Chen.

"Finally, she has come. It’s as expected, yet unexpected."

Long Chen stood with his arms folded, "I thought the old demon himself would come out of the city, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be his disciple."

"Lord, that woman in plain clothes carrying the Ancient Sword has come alone; she’s certainly no ordinary person. Should we prepare for her arrival?"

"No need," Long Chen said. "She deliberately spared our brother who was staking out Martial Immortal City. She purposely let him inform me in advance. This shows that she is extremely confident and will definitely come alone to challenge me. I shall accept the challenge. Go on with your duties and do not worry."

"Understood."

The person in charge from Heavenly Net Palace bowed and withdrew.

Long Chen slowly walked to the entrance of the grand hall and looked towards the east, in the direction of Martial Immortal City.

At this moment, Long Chen suddenly felt a strong sense of anticipation to meet this extremely arrogant woman.

How strong is the disciple of Sword Martial Immortal?

Long Chen was looking forward to it!

But this wait was destined to be a long one.

Because along the way, Qing Zhi continuously challenged experts from all directions.

In ten days straight, Qing Zhi had made a fearsome name for herself in the Cultivation World and Martial Arts World.

After half a month passed, the name Qing Zhi had become a thunderous presence.

And the fact that she was a disciple of Sword Martial Immortal had spread throughout the lands.

The three words ’Sword Martial Immortal’ carried a weight that struck fear into the hearts of many.

After learning all of this, Long Chen’s curiosity about Qing Zhi became even more intense.

A woman emerged from Martial Immortal City, pushed her way through and wrote her own legend.

Is this really not a fantasy novel?

As Long Chen thought about it, he couldn’t help but laugh.

"Husband, what are you laughing at?"

Zhao Churan handed Long Chen a cup of hot tea, smiling curiously.

"Nothing much. Just the thought of this woman named Qing Zhi really got me hooked."

Long Chen laughed.

"Oh, I see. You’re interested in her."

Zhao Churan said.

"Indeed, I am quite interested." Long Chen didn’t deny it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Long Chen immediately sensed that something was amiss in the atmosphere.

Looking up, he saw Xia Ling, Zhao Churan, Li Yuechan, Xuanyuan Yu’er, and even Long’er—who was usually most gentle to him—all giving him unsympathetic stares.

This situation made Long Chen slightly stunned, then he hastily explained, "What I mean by being interested is not what you think... uh, I mean, I’m interested in her strength."

"Save your explanations, scumbag."

Li Yuechan gave Long Chen a piercing glare.

"Ladies, this guy thinks about nothing but romance all day long. I think it’s time to give him a good thrashing so he doesn’t have the energy to think about all this nonsense. What do you think?"

Xia Ling spoke up with a smile, harboring a major mischievous plan.

"Xia Ling sister, how shall we deal with him?"

Zhao Churan asked with curiosity.

"It’s simple. Find a quiet room, and, hehe, take turns. I refuse to believe he won’t bend."

Xia Ling smirked mischievously.