The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 87: Immortal Descends from Dao Ming Mountain

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Immortal Descends from Dao Ming Mountain

"Kid, you need to think this through carefully, it’s risky, the old Immortal might carelessly kill you."

Zhao Zexiang stared at Long Chen with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

"Don’t worry, if you can bring him here, I dare to give him a beating."

Long Chen smiled.

"What big talk, haha, okay, with that statement, I feel reassured now. Just hope you won’t let me down."

Zhao Zexiang laughed very happily.

"You, the old rascal, I think you might be a bit mentally touched."

Sun Yan really wanted to give Zhao Zexiang a good beating.

"What would a woman like you know?" Zhao Zexiang immediately said seriously, "Back then, if it weren’t for the old Immortal from Dao Ming Mountain helping me, I wouldn’t have achieved what I have today. The old Immortal is a benefactor to our Zhao Family. If this kid Long Chen wants to marry my girl, he has to get past the old Immortal first."

"Why would the old Immortal give you face and come here? You’re really full of yourself." Sun Yan couldn’t help but douse his excitement.

"Yes, I find it strange too." Zhao Zexiang paused, "The old man just asked whom I was fighting with. I told him about my future son-in-law Long Chen, and he agreed immediately. You didn’t mention it, but now that you have, it does seem pretty incredible. Perhaps the old Immortal has decided to officially take me as his disciple?"

"You wish; I can’t bother with you."

Sun Yan walked back into the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Zhao Zexiang was still lost in fantasy, imagining the old Immortal taking him as a disciple and reaching the pinnacle of Martial Arts.

Long Chen looked at Zhao Zexiang and couldn’t help but smile.

He, of course, knew why Zhuge Qingfeng, the old Taoist, agreed to come so readily. He must have heard his name.

Not many people knew his real identity, and Zhuge Qingfeng, the defeated subordinate, was one of them.

"Long Chen, why do you think the old Immortal agreed to come?"

Zhao Zexiang couldn’t help but ask Long Chen.

Long Chen shook his head and didn’t speak, simply taking the glass of water Zhao Churan handed him.

"Ah, asking you is pointless anyway; maybe it’s because I’m too handsome?"

Zhao Zexiang stroked his chin.

Pfft.

The water Long Chen had just drunk sprayed out.

"What do you mean by that? You think I’m not handsome?"

Zhao Zexiang glared at Long Chen.

"Um, handsome, very handsome, you’re only a tiny bit behind me," Long Chen said with a smile.

"Stop it." Zhao Zexiang said, "You should go. Come back tomorrow, probably around three in the afternoon. The old Immortal will be at my place."

"Oh, okay, I’ll take my leave."

Long Chen stood up to leave.

"Stop."

Zhao Churan hastily pulled Long Chen back.

Then, Zhao Churan glared at Zhao Zexiang, "Dad, how can you be like this? He’s my boyfriend, and even if he wasn’t, he’s still a guest. How can you treat a guest so rudely? That’s not what you taught me from a young age."

"Because he is your boyfriend, I can’t be too polite to him."

Zhao Zexiang said righteously.

"You... are you trying to kill me with anger, Dad? I don’t care, he can’t leave. Otherwise, you might as well kick me out too."

Zhao Churan clung to Long Chen’s arm, refusing to let go.

Long Chen was very touched, he’d never been treated like this at the Li Family.

"Alright, alright, he can stay, but he has to discuss some Martial Arts issues with me. If he doesn’t agree, I’ll let him leave."

Zhao Zexiang said seriously.

Hearing this, Long Chen couldn’t help but laugh.

Turns out, Zhao Zexiang just wanted him to teach him a few moves.

"Uncle Zhao, let’s discuss it then."

Long Chen smiled, not at all offended by Zhao Zexiang’s earlier intention to send him away.

"Come, come, this way."

Zhao Zexiang pulled Long Chen and sat down on the sofa.

Long Chen generously shared his knowledge, talking to Zhao Zexiang about the basics of Martial Arts.

Although it was very basic stuff, to Zhao Zexiang, it seemed abstrusely profound.

"You... you’ve said so much, I suspect it’s all theory. Like what you mentioned, channeling energy into your fist to shatter mountains and rivers; that’s such an exaggeration. Show me by breaking the floor first."

Zhao Zexiang pointed to the ground.

"That’s not very appropriate; if it gets damaged, it won’t be easy to fix."

Long Chen said.

"Don’t worry, you won’t need to pay for it; this little problem, I’m not short of money."

Zhao Zexiang said very generously.

"Let’s still not. The old Immortal you mentioned will be here tomorrow. Then, you’ll naturally know if I’ve been bluffing," Long Chen said.

"Fine, then I shall endure a bit longer. Come on, let’s continue our study."

...

At this moment, on Dao Ming Mountain,

an old Taoist priest, embodying an immortal who descended to the mortal realm, otherworldly and refined, walked out of an ancient temple. The two disciples at the temple’s door were momentarily startled when they saw the old Taoist emerging.

"Master, you... why have you come out?" asked a disciple cautiously.

"An old friend has returned to Qianzhou; I need to go and see."

The old Taoist smiled.

"Master, what old friend requires your personal visit?" the disciple asked, puzzled and even somewhat shocked.

After all, it was usually others who visited the Master.

"Hehe, only someone worthy couldn’t be an ordinary person. He is the one who became unbeatable in the Northern Territory within three years, the Young Master of the Dragon Palace who made the experts of several countries too frightened to breathe heavily," laughed the old Taoist Zhuge Qingfeng.

Upon hearing this, both disciples gasped in unison.

They remembered that person.

Once, he had come to Dao Ming Mountain, defeated their master, and took away the "Martial Arts Truth" which they, to this day, were still not qualified to touch.

"Alright, you two take good care of the mountain. I won’t be gone long and will return to continue my seclusion," Zhuge Qingfeng stepped down the mountain, and in a blink, he disappeared from the disciples’ view.

"Brother disciples, where did the master go?" a girl with a ponytail cheerfully approached, clutching a bunch of blue wildflowers.

"Junior sister, Master said he’s going to Qianzhou to visit the Young Master of the Dragon Palace—the one who defeated Master last time."

"Ah? Brother Long Chen has returned to Qianzhou?" the girl exclaimed joyfully.

"Xuan’er, you... you better not do something rash."

"Hehe, you two take good care of the mountain; I’m going to take a trip to Qianzhou."

With that, the girl ran down the mountain.

"Junior sister, you..."

"Forget it, you know as well as I do, just seeing that guy once made her fall head over heels; a single glance ruined her life. Anyway, the master will be in Qianzhou, nothing bad will happen."

...

Time flew swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, a day silently passed.

Long Chen had intended to leave, but he was kept by the increasingly enthusiastic Zhao Zexiang, who wouldn’t let him go.

So Long Chen had to stay overnight at the Zhao Family’s residence and waited until three in the afternoon the next day.

At ten past three, someone knocked on the door.

"It must be the old Immortal."

Zhao Zexiang excitedly dashed to open the door, but instead of Zhuge Qingfeng, it was Zhao Churan returning early from work.

Zhao Zexiang immediately felt disappointed, sighing, "Could the old Immortal be fooling me? Is he not coming after all? I thought the Dao Ming Mountain’s Immortal was finally ready to descend from his retreat. It seems, it was all for nothing."

"No, he’s already here."

Long Chen stood up, smiling.