The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 88 Dao Ming Mountain, Willing to Take Orders

Chapter 88: Chapter 88 Dao Ming Mountain, Willing to Take Orders

"Where are you? Brat, don’t try to fool me."

Zhao Zexiang glared at Long Chen and then swiftly shut the door.

"Uncle Zhao, you just locked Master Zhuge outside, you may regret this. If he gets angry and leaves, you’ll miss the chance to witness the delicate skills from the peak of the world’s pyramid,"

Long Chen said with a smile.

"Cut the crap, the old Immortal never showed up, so it’s locked. What about it?"

Zhao Zexiang didn’t believe it.

"Alright then."

Long Chen shrugged his shoulders and walked back to sit on the sofa.

"Sneaky kid, you think you can fool me? Do you think I’m blind? Just now I..."

Bang, bang.

Zhao Zexiang hadn’t finished speaking when the knocking came again.

At the same time, a steady voice called out, "Zhao Family boy, do you not welcome this old Taoist to your home as a guest?"

"Damn."

Zhao Zexiang paused, cursing under his breath.

Then, Zhao Zexiang scrambled to the door and opened it.

At the door, an old man in a white robe stood quietly.

His white beard flowing, holding a whisk, his presence was like that of an Immortal, standing removed from the world.

"Master, I’ve been so eager to see you come."

After snapping back to reality, Zhao Zexiang knelt with a thud and clung to Zhuge Qingfeng’s legs.

"Is Long Chen really your son-in-law?"

Zhuge Qingfeng asked with a smile.

"Well, not yet, but he should be in the future, depending on how well that brat performs.

But don’t worry, Master, if you don’t approve, then neither do I. I strictly follow Master’s decisions,"

Zhao Zexiang shamelessly patted his chest and said.

"Get up, I’m not your Master. You’ll regret these words soon enough."

Zhuge Qingfeng stepped around Zhao Zexiang and walked straight to where Long Chen was sitting on the sofa.

Seeing this, Zhao Zexiang hurriedly got up and followed.

Seeing Long Chen still with his legs crossed, unmoving, Zhao Zexiang couldn’t suppress his irritation and immediately scolded, "You brat, didn’t you see the old Immortal has come? Get up and show some respect! No manners."

"If I pay respect to him, I’m afraid this old guy won’t be able to handle it."

Long Chen said with a smirk.

"You..."

Zhao Zexiang was furious and was about to scold again when Zhuge Qingfeng stopped him.

Zhuge Qingfeng smiled and said, "Mr. Long, to receive respects from you would indeed be too much for this old Taoist, haha, Mr. Long, it’s been a long time, how have you been?"

"Perfectly fine, old Taoist, you look like you’ve made some progress, could it be that you’ve deciphered the Martial Arts Truth?"

Long Chen teased.

"Cough."

Zhuge Qingfeng gave an embarrassed smile and said, "Not quite, but I have indeed made some progress, nearly reaching grain-free state."

"Impressive, impressive. So today, shall we have a match?"

Long Chen looked at Zhuge Qingfeng, eager to compete.

In the Northern Territory for three years, Long Chen was invincible.

The only one who could really give him a proper fight was Zhuge Qingfeng.

That’s why Zhuge Qingfeng made a significant impression on Long Chen.

Zhao Zexiang, listening to their conversation, was trembling with fear.

He knew how formidable Zhuge Qingfeng was, a true reclusive master.

Yet such a being respected Long Chen as Mr. Long, speaking exceedingly politely.

Why was that?

Zhao Zexiang suddenly felt that his daughter’s boyfriend was unfathomable.

"Mr. Long, a contest is fine, but let’s not make too much noise. How about we use chess as the battlefield?"

"Sounds good, Churan, do you have a chess set?"

Long Chen turned and asked with a smile.

"Uh, no... but I can go buy one right away, very quickly," Zhao Churan said.

"Go and buy a larger set and come back, I’ll go with you," Long Chen said with a laugh.

"Right."

The two of them left the house, talking and laughing.

Meanwhile, Zhao Zexiang carefully took out some precious tea leaves and personally brewed tea for Zhuge Qingfeng.

After serving the tea, Zhao Zexiang cautiously asked, "Old Immortal, it seems you’ve met Long Chen before, and you call him Mr. Long. He’s just a young man, why do you treat him with such courtesy?"

"He deserves my respect, and I have indeed lost to him," Zhuge Qingfeng said with a smile.

Gasp.

Zhao Zexiang gasped in shock.

Long Chen had actually beaten the old Immortal?

Zhao Zexiang couldn’t believe it.

Not long after, Long Chen and Zhao Churan returned.

Zhao Churan helped set up the chessboard and arranged the pieces.

Up to this moment, Zhao Churan’s family was still unaware of the kind of battle that was about to unfold.

In their eyes, it was merely a normal game of chess.

Sun Yan even felt that Zhao Zexiang, in his talk of the old Immortal and Long Chen, was being overly mysterious, and Zhao Zexiang himself seemed nervous. It was only a game of chess, after all. Was there really a need to be so excited?

"Old Dao, shall we play rapid or slow chess?" Long Chen asked.

Naturally, rapid chess," Zhuge Qingfeng said with a smile. "A quick battle to decide the outcome."

"Alright, you’re Red, you go first," Long Chen said.

"Can they watch? Are you sure that’s okay?" Zhuge Qingfeng asked.

"It doesn’t matter. They’ll find out many things sooner or later. Knowing a bit now is not a bad thing," Long Chen replied with a smile.

"Very well."

Zhuge Qingfeng no longer spoke further. He pinched a Red Cannon between his fingers and immediately advanced it with an aggressive opening.

As the Red Cannon was moved, a red light emitted from it, striking like a cannonball towards Long Chen’s position.

Long Chen, unflustered, moved a Horse out.

With the move of the Horse, a faint sound of a horse neighing could be heard, accompanied by a dark shadow, repelling the red light.

"Holy shit... what is this?"

Zhao Zexiang was stunned, this was beyond his comprehension.

Along with him, Zhao Churan and Sun Yan, mother and daughter, also had their eyes wide open.

Meanwhile, Long Chen and Zhuge Qingfeng quickly got into the zone, engaging in a fierce battle on the chessboard.

Boom, boom, boom.

Lights and shadows flashed continually, and energy surged across the board.

At the end of the battle, the chessboard even projected a blurred scene of thousands of troops clashing, leaving Zhao Churan’s family of three with their mouths agape.

Bang.

At a certain moment, all pieces on the Red side turned into dust.

"You’ve lost."

Long Chen looked up and smiled slightly.

"Brilliant!"

Zhuge Qingfeng gave a thumbs up: "Old Dao is thoroughly convinced by his defeat."

"A narrow victory, a narrow victory. Master Zhuge truly deserves his reputation as the foremost Immortal of Great Xia. I almost couldn’t hold out."

Long Chen laughed.

"Merely an empty title. I’m old and not much use anymore," Zhuge Qingfeng said and suddenly, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Long Chen frowned and then stepped forward, pressing a finger on Zhuge Qingfeng’s forehead.

Zhuge Qingfeng blinked, and then felt much better.

"Many thanks."

Zhuge Qingfeng bowed slightly.

Meanwhile, Zhao Zexiang, Zhao Churan, and Sun Yan were just beginning to recover.

They all pinched themselves hard to make sure they weren’t dreaming, then all three gasped.

What they had just witnessed was astounding, completely reshaping their understanding.

It was not merely people playing chess, but two Immortals competing.

"Are... are you really my man? Are you even human?"

Zhao Churan couldn’t help but reach out to pinch Long Chen’s face and then his ears.

He felt warm to the touch, confirming he was human, yet she felt he was not.

Long Chen, half laughing, half crying, said, "Your man is of course human. Who talks about their own man like this?"

"Ha ha, Mr. Long, your little girlfriend is quite interesting. In old Dao’s view, you are indeed no longer merely human, but an Earthly Immortal."

Zhuge Qingfeng said with a smile.

Earthly Immortal?

Zhao Zexiang shuddered, and coming from Zhuge Qingfeng, he didn’t doubt it at all.

And he had seen Long Chen’s powers himself, truly mysterious and unfathomable, even the old Immortal couldn’t resist.

Such a person, and he had been calling him ’whelp’ all this time.

Thinking this, Zhao Zexiang suddenly felt extremely nervous.

"Old Dao, you didn’t come down from the mountain just to play chess, did you? If there’s something else, feel free to speak."

Long Chen looked at Zhuge Qingfeng with a smile.

"Indeed, there is," Zhuge Qingfeng responded frankly. "Old Dao’s young disciple has come of age to enter the world. I would like for her to follow Mr. Long to temper her heart in the mortal realm. Please look after her a bit.

As an exchange, I promise that starting today, Dao Ming Mountain will heed Mr. Long’s commands."

Long Chen was surprised, "Are you sure you won’t regret this decision?"

"Absolutely no regrets. Dao Ming Mountain has always valued honor. Once a word is given, it is difficult to retract."

Zhuge Qingfeng said with a light laugh.

"Alright, then I also promise you, I will look after that little girl. If nothing unexpected happens, that little girl should have quietly followed us to Qianzhou, right?"

"Ha ha, Mr. Long, you are indeed exceptionally astute. That girl has indeed come, and she is just outside."

Zhuge Qingfeng waved his hand gently, and the closed door was opened through the air.