Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

"Hmm?"

Chen Longxiang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Raising his head, he gazed toward the interior of the pavilion.

There, Fang Qingzhu stood, her face frosty, glaring at him with an expression of utter displeasure.

A fleeting cold glint flashed in Chen Longxiang's eyes.

Especially when he noticed the faint tear stain at the corner of Fang Qingzhu's eyes, his expression turned utterly grim. Narrowing his eyes to slits, he spoke icily, "Are you crying again for that bastard?"

Chen Longxiang.

In the past two years, he had risen like a comet within the Baiyu Sacred Ground—a super genius.

Two years prior, he had not even been an equal to the likes of Zhang Sixiang and the other four Saint Heirs. He was merely a personal disciple under the Sacred Lord.

But then...

Two years ago, Chen Longxiang underwent an explosive transformation.

His cultivation.

His combat prowess.

Even his entire demeanor.

All had undergone a complete reversal.

In just two years.

Chen Longxiang not only dethroned the Four Saint Heirs, but he also subdued Zhang Sihai and the other Saint Heirs, bringing them under his command.

He had even garnered the support of over half the upper echelon in Baiyu Sacred Ground.

Furthermore, it was rumored that not long ago, his cultivation had soared into the realm of the Saint Sovereign. Even Fang Qingzhu's father was powerless against him.

And now...

Chen Longxiang proposed to marry Fang Qingzhu.

Naturally, Fang Qingzhu refused and publicly exposed her prior engagement to Xiao Yi.

This revelation thoroughly enraged Chen Longxiang.

The Sacred Lord of Baiyu, torn between securing his daughter's happiness and appeasing the now-equally powerful Chen Longxiang, eventually decided to hold a marriage tournament to determine who would become Fang Qingzhu's husband.

Though the tournament was progressing fervently as of now,

and included peerless prodigies such as Dongfang Qinglong from the Dongzhou Land Tianyahai Pavilion or the Saint Heir of the Changsheng Sect,

in Chen Longxiang's eyes, none of them posed any real threat.

In his view...

Fang Qingzhu was already a plaything in his palm, a possession belonging solely to him.

Someone of his caliber would never allow his possession to catch the fancy of others, nor would he tolerate her heart lingering on someone else.

Fang Qingzhu's heart was with Xiao Yi.

This had long been intolerable to Chen Longxiang.

If not for Fang Qingzhu threatening to end her life, Chen Longxiang would have already left the Baiyu Sacred Ground to travel to the Southern State and kill his love rival Xiao Yi.

But now...

Seeing the tear streak at the corner of Fang Qingzhu's eyes, how could he not realize she was longing for Xiao Yi again?

Recalling Fang Qingzhu's indifference and even hatred toward him,

and even the audacity of her maid Xiao Xue to block him from entering the Saintess' Pavilion,

Chen Longxiang felt as though his chest was ablaze, consumed with fury. His expression turning unspeakably dark, he stared intently at Fang Qingzhu and said, "Fang Qingzhu, listen carefully. The first stage of the marriage tournament is already over. Neither Dongfang Qinglong nor the Saint Heir of the Changsheng Sect are my match. Three days—three days from now, you will be mine. You'd best use these three days to erase that bastard from your mind completely. Otherwise, don't blame me for breaking the promise I made to you and personally traveling to the Southern State to butcher that bastard..."

Swoosh!

Chen Longxiang let out a cold grunt, flicked his long sleeve, and turned to leave.

As she watched Chen Longxiang's departing figure,

a layer of hateful resentment gradually filled Fang Qingzhu's eyes, but when she thought of Chen Longxiang's terrifying strength and vindictive nature,

she sighed softly, not daring to say too much.

Zhang Sixiang looked at Fang Qingzhu, opened his mouth, and smiled wryly, "Junior Sister Qingzhu, you might as well forget about Xiao Yi! Even your senior brother, I, am leagues stronger than Xiao Yi, let alone Senior Brother Chen. Comparing Xiao Yi to Senior Brother Chen is an enormous insult to him. You..."

"Shut up!"

Fang Qingzhu scolded coldly and mocked, "Someone like you, who fawns over the powerful, has no place to stand before me. Get out now!"

Her clear eyes locked onto Zhang Sixiang in front of her.

Back then...

This man, too, had been one of her relentless pursuers!

He had even ventured to the Southern State alone, just to bring her back.

But now...

The same man who used to be one of the Four Great Saint Heirs of Nantian,

had become nothing more than a lapdog for Chen Longxiang.

Looking at the coldness and ridicule on Fang Qingzhu's face,

Zhang Sixiang's expression shifted slightly, and he said angrily, "Fawning over the powerful? Even your father, the Sacred Lord of our Baiyu Sacred Ground, could do nothing against Senior Brother Chen. Faced with Senior Brother Chen's threats, the Sacred Lord himself had no choice but to compromise, hosting a marriage tournament to determine your husband. Do you think people like us are in any position or have any strength to oppose him? What else can we do but align ourselves with him?"

In the eyes of outsiders, Baiyu Sacred Ground's former Four Saint Heirs, once lofty and full of promise,

had now all become subordinates to Chen Longxiang.

They naturally felt discontentment in their hearts.

But as Zhang Sixiang said, what could they do if they didn't rely on him?

Chen Longxiang.

He was someone who could force even the Baiyu Sacred Lord to bow.

What power did they have to resist?

Phew!

Zhang Sixiang let out a long exhale. He had once pursued Fang Qingzhu, even venturing to the Southern State to take her back from Xiao Yi. But now, he had completely given up on pursuing her.

After all.

With Chen Longxiang there, who would dare to contest him?

After a moment's hesitation,

Zhang Sixiang said in a heavy tone, "I still urge you to give up on Xiao Yi completely. If Senior Brother Chen finds out that you're still thinking of him, he definitely won't spare Xiao Yi!"

With those words,

Zhang Sixiang turned and left.

However...

The moment Zhang Sixiang reached the doorway, he abruptly froze, his face draining of color, his eyes filled with fright and apprehension. With a nervous expression, he looked at the figure in front of him—Chen Longxiang: "Senior Brother Chen, you, you're here?"

"Hmph!"

Chen Longxiang sneered coldly, his eyes narrowing sinisterly as he chuckled darkly, "Zhang Sixiang, you've got some nerve!"

Thud!

Zhang Sixiang shuddered, his legs buckling as he fell to his knees in front of Chen Longxiang, fearfully begging, "Senior Brother Chen, please enlighten me! I truly don't know what I've done wrong!"

"Don't know what you did wrong?"

Chen Longxiang's cold laughter echoed. "You knew full well that Fang Qingzhu is my woman, and yet you dared to speak privately with her? Zhang Sixiang, let me make myself clear: were it not for your usefulness in helping me clear out the pests during the marriage tournament, and the bit of value you still possess, today would have been your death anniversary!"

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Overwhelmed with fear, Zhang Sixiang kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead hitting the ground, pleading frantically, "Senior Brother Chen, spare me! I swear I won't have any more interactions with the Saintess! Please forgive me this once..."

"Spare your life, but punishment is inevitable!"

Chen Longxiang said coldly, flicking his fingers, as a strand of innate energy formed into an Iron Drawing Silver Hook aimed at Zhang Sixiang. "Open your mouth!"

"No, please no... Senior Brother Chen, have mercy!" Zhang Sixiang cried out in terror, staring at the Iron Drawing Silver Hook with despair.

"Your tongue or your head—choose!" Chen Longxiang said with an icy expression.

"I, I..."

Zhang Sixiang wished he could slap himself. Why on earth did he have to start a conversation with Fang Qingzhu? Wasn't that just courting death?

But under Chen Longxiang's increasingly cold and oppressive gaze,

Zhang Sixiang knew better than to resist. Any further dissatisfaction would cost him not just his tongue but his head as well.

With that thought,

Zhang Sixiang opened his mouth, shutting his eyes in despair.

Splatter!

A sickening sound of flesh tearing echoed.

The Iron Drawing Silver Hook pierced through Zhang Sixiang's mouth and in one swift motion yanked out his tongue, flinging it aside without care.

Retrieving the Iron Drawing Silver Hook, Chen Longxiang squinted toward the Saintess Pavilion, where Fang Qingzhu resided. His gaze turned colder as he murmured to himself, "Fang Qingzhu... owner of the Ice Phoenix bloodline. Such a supreme cauldron is destined to belong to me, Chen Longxiang. Anyone who dares vie with me... faces only death!"