The City’s Strongest Son-in-law

”I’m almost close to being a Primordial Master now. I wouldn’t want to waste all my lifelong efforts for nothing,” Zhou Hongyun spoke calmly.

Situ Yuan gritted his teeth and said, ”Someone like you, a cowardly scoundrel, can never break through to become a Primordial Master in your lifetime!”

”Is that so?” Zhou Hongyun suddenly laughed, and said, ”He told me that if I kill you, the Fate Fruit will be mine. With the Fate Fruit, perhaps I’ll quickly break through.”

”You... You actually want to kill me?” Situ Yuan looked incredulous. After following him for so many years, he never expected to meet his end at Zhou Hongyun’s hands.

”Without the resources you provided, I doubt I’d have a chance to break through to the Ninth Grade. For this, I do owe you thanks. But people are naturally selfish; I suppose you can understand that.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, Zhou Hongyun punched right through Situ Yuan’s chest, and the look of astonishment on Situ Yuan’s face gradually became overshadowed by immense pain.

”Zhou Hongyun, you despicable lowlife...” Blood gushed out of Situ Yuan’s mouth, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness.

”Despicable or ungrateful, it doesn’t matter anymore. I have no other choice left.” Zhou Hongyun withdrew his hand, coldly looked at Situ Yuan as he fell to the ground, and then found the Fate Fruit on him.

After such a long journey, Zhou Hongyun never imagined that the Fate Fruit would eventually end up in his hands.

By this time, Su Changfeng had also descended from the mountain.

Waiting at the foot of the mountain for a long time, Situ Feng hurried over, bent down, and respectfully spoke, ”Mr. Su, from this moment on, I, Situ Feng, am willing to follow Su Changfeng and become your servant. Anything you need, just say the word, and I’ll do my utmost to fulfill it.”

”I’ve given the Fate Fruit to Zhou Hongyun. You don’t mind, do you?” Su Changfeng asked indifferently.

”Of course not.” Situ Feng replied without hesitation and very directly, ”With the Fate Fruit in Zhou Hongyun’s hands, he’s likely to break through to Primordial Essence, which would be of greater benefit than if it were with me.”

”Hmm, going forward, your actions within the Situ Family can directly involve Zhou Hongyun. He’ll stay by your side,” Su Changfeng said.

For now, Zhou Hongyun wasn’t needed, so Su Changfeng didn’t need to keep him close. Moreover, they had formed a bond now, so Su Changfeng wasn’t worried about any future betrayal from Zhou Hongyun.

”Then I must thank you, sir.” Situ Feng said gratefully.

”Well, we can finally rest; after fighting for so long, I am indeed tired.” Su Changfeng stretched and stepped away.

The battle outside the city was like a gust of wind, quickly sweeping across Xingluo. Some painters even recorded the scene at the time, making it into albums to profit.

Storytellers at the wine taverns and tea houses also compiled various tales, describing the combat scenes vividly.

In just three days, the name Su Changfeng spread throughout Xingluo Territory.

Those albums further circulated through the streets and alleys, sparking a trend of imitating Su Changfeng in the major cities of Xingluo, especially among the wealthy young lords, who mimicked his attire and hairstyle.

In a flash, the streets were filled with a fascinating scene where everyone looked identical from behind.

Chenguang Hall.

The Emperor flipped through the album in his hand, with the detailed, lifelike paintings within recording every move Su Changfeng made, allowing one to completely imagine the scene from that time.

He sighed deeply when he reached the last page and said to his subordinate, ”I never imagined Su Changfeng would become so powerful, easily disposing of dozens of masters from the Situ Family.”

”It seems he’s certainly a Primordial Master now. Emperor, do you have any plans?” the subordinate asked.

The Emperor shook his head; he had previously sent people to Tianshui City to express his stance to Su Changfeng, but he hadn’t come to Chenguang Hall. Now the Emperor felt helpless.

As the Emperor, the foremost figure in Xingluo, he couldn’t keep making gestures of goodwill towards Su Changfeng repeatedly. Even if he sent someone to invite him once more, Su Changfeng might not be willing to come to Chenguang Hall. Being rejected again would put the Emperor in even more awkward circumstances.

”And You Meng?” the Emperor asked.

”During the battle, she was watching from afar and didn’t display anything unusual,” the subordinate replied.

”I just don’t know what relationship she has with Su Changfeng,” the Emperor sighed helplessly. The current situation was unclear, and he couldn’t discern what was happening, leaving him unsure of his next step.

”By the way, Emperor, news came a couple of days ago about a major disturbance in the Sourceless Forest; it’s unclear which nation’s Primordial Master entered the Sourceless Forest.” the subordinate said.

”Could it be that a Primordial Master is coming to Xingluo, or heading elsewhere?” the Emperor furrowed his brow, puzzled.

At this moment, elsewhere near Xingluo’s border, at a rarely approached spot in the Sourceless Forest, a disheveled elderly figure staggered out from the forest.

His clothes were tattered, as though he had just experienced a fierce battle.

”These beasts are indeed powerful; fortunately, I made it out safely.” The elder let out a relieved sigh, muttering to himself, ”If it weren’t for that woman on Wangyun Mountain, how would I have ended up like this? As a woman, shouldn’t you be staying home, being a good wife and mother? What’s the point of setting up a stage?”

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It’s been three days since that battle.

Finally well-rested, Su Changfeng walked out from the inn. When he saw people everywhere dressed just like him, he was nearly scared to death. Even he began to question life itself.

”How did this happen?” Su Changfeng looked at Wang Junyi, confused, and asked.

Wang Junyi’s face beamed with pride and explained with a smile, ”Master, look, your reputation has spread thoroughly, so everyone has started mimicking your style of dress. Many people have even changed their names to Changfeng.”

Upon hearing this, Su Changfeng’s lips twitched. What kind of trend is this? Do they think by changing their style and name, they’ll gain his power?

From not far from the inn, he could faintly hear such discussions.

”I tell you, Li Changfeng, your hairstyle is way off; it doesn’t look anything like it.”

”Nonsense, I styled it exactly from the album. I think your clothes look off!”

”What did you say? Want to settle this with a duel outside the city?”

”A duel, bring it on. I’m not afraid...”

Uh...

Su Changfeng could only feel his head spinning. Are these people crazy? What kind of madness is this?

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