The City’s Strongest Son-in-law

A trace of amusement flashed in You Meng’s eyes. She hadn’t expected that Su Changfeng had just arrived at Chenguang Hall and already enraged the Emperor, but as a bystander, she could sit back and enjoy the spectacle.

No one had ever dared show the slightest disrespect to the Emperor in Chenguang Hall; Su Changfeng counted as the first. She was indeed very curious what kind of end Su Changfeng would meet.

Everyone knew that the Emperor’s strength in Chenguang Hall was enough to suppress a Primordial Master, though as for the true reason behind this, no one yet knew.

Perhaps this secret would take the opportunity to be exposed before the world; naturally, You Meng was looking forward to it.

”Sect Master Su, are you not at all worried about dying here?” the Emperor said coldly.

Su Changfeng smiled and said, ”If you really wanted to kill me, there’d be no need to say so much. Just from that, it’s clear the Emperor has no intention of killing me.”

”Since when are an emperor’s thoughts something you can speculate about?” the Emperor said icily.

”The matter of the Silver Flood Dragon is pressing. Killing me would be a loss for the Emperor as well. If I remain alive, I might be able to contribute a bit of strength.” Su Changfeng spoke lightly.

”Are you threatening me?” The Emperor’s expression grew darker and darker. Su Changfeng showed not the slightest restraint in his words; he had truly exhausted the Emperor’s patience.

”You misunderstand, Your Majesty. I only wish to remind you that you simply cannot kill me.” Su Changfeng spoke with a faint smile at the corner of his lips, as if he really wasn’t worried in the slightest.

Not even the Emperor’s released aura made him show the slightest discomfort.

Hearing this, the Emperor’s heart sank. The reason Su Changfeng dared swagger into Chenguang Hall—could it be that he really did have something to rely on?

The Emperor had not failed to consider why Su Changfeng dared come to Chenguang Hall; he had even thought that perhaps Su Changfeng possessed strength comparable to his own, though the chances of that were very small.

Yet now, all signs seemed to be telling the Emperor that Su Changfeng truly did not take him seriously. Could it be that his current strength already surpassed Primordial Essence?

If that were truly the case, the Emperor would have no choice but to rein in his killing intent. After all, within Chenguang Hall he was merely confident of killing experts at the level of Primordial Essence; if he ran into a Holy Spirit Expert, he would really have to think things over carefully.

Just then, You Meng promptly suggested, ”Your Majesty, the Silver Flood Dragon matter truly is urgent. To slaughter one another at a time like this is most unwise. I ask that Your Majesty think twice.”

You Meng’s words undoubtedly gave the Emperor a step down. Though the lofty Emperor had no need of such things, in view of Su Changfeng’s strength, he also could not afford to go too far.

If he were to clash head‑on with Su Changfeng, even if he managed to kill him in the end, he would likely pay a grievous price. What’s more, he would have to expose Chenguang Hall’s secret before You Meng, which in his eyes was no good thing.

”At a time like this, we indeed need every hand. Sect Master Su, I’ll let your earlier offense slide,” the Emperor said, withdrawing his suppression of Su Changfeng as he spoke.

Su Changfeng appeared perfectly fine, but inwardly he let out a small breath of relief; his back was already covered in a fine sheen of sweat. If he hadn’t taken a Fate Fruit before coming, he likely wouldn’t have been able to appear so at ease under the Emperor’s pressure just now.

This showed that it was not without reason that Primordial Masters feared the Emperor. The strength he commanded within Chenguang Hall was indeed not to be underestimated—especially considering this was with his power still partially held back.

But as for what Su Changfeng was thinking, no one else could know. Everyone present, including the Emperor, was astonished by Su Changfeng’s true strength, silently guessing just how formidable he really was, to remain entirely unfazed under the Emperor’s suppression.

”The reason I made such a request was not to offend Your Majesty, but in hopes of understanding the Silver Flood Dragon as much as possible, so we can resolve the trouble before us,” Su Changfeng explained.

”But don’t forget, the secret chamber in Chenguang Hall may only be entered by the Emperor,” the Emperor said.

”Rules are dead; people are alive. Given how dire the situation is, it calls for special treatment. Besides, Xingluo belongs to you, Your Majesty, so the rules of that secret chamber should also be yours to decide,” Su Changfeng said.

At this point, Su Changfeng began to release his respect. It was obvious he had first given the Emperor a slap, then coaxed him with a sweet date.

Hearing Su Changfeng’s words, the Emperor did feel somewhat moved. Everything within the Xingluo Territory was his; naturally, the rules of that secret chamber were his to dictate as well.

What’s more, Su Changfeng was not wrong. The situation truly was special. If they allowed the Silver Flood Dragon to leave the Sourceless Forest, the price to be paid then would only be greater. Although he had already combed through all the ancient texts, he had yet to find a solution. One person’s line of thought and perspective was ultimately limited; perhaps if he let them take a look, new clues might appear.

However, given the unpleasantness just now between him and Su Changfeng, if he agreed outright, wouldn’t his imperial dignity be utterly trampled?

”Very well, I will think it over carefully,” the Emperor said.

”I ask that Your Majesty make haste. The situation at the Silver Flood Dragon’s side is far from optimistic. Don’t wait until after you’ve made up your mind, only for it to have already left the Sourceless Forest—by then, regret will come too late,” Su Changfeng said.

You Meng cast a somewhat helpless look at Su Changfeng. The Emperor had clearly already yielded, yet this fellow still pressed him step by step—far too arrogant.

”You may set your mind at ease. The Array in the Sourceless Forest should still be able to trap the Silver Flood Dragon for a time, so in the short term it shouldn’t be able to leave the Sourceless Forest. Besides, after such a long slumber, it cannot temporarily regain its peak strength,” You Meng said.

”Regain its strength?” Su Changfeng was slightly taken aback, then turned to the Emperor. ”Since the Silver Flood Dragon has yet to recover its strength, that’s all the more reason for us to seize the time, isn’t it?”

You Meng’s words had originally been meant to get Su Changfeng to stop while he was ahead, not to push the Emperor too hard. She never imagined Su Changfeng would respond like this—and what’s more, he actually made a certain amount of sense, leaving her with no argument.

”I understand. If there’s nothing else, you may withdraw for now,” the Emperor said.

Since he had already spoken to dismiss them, Su Changfeng had no choice but to wait. Still, he believed the Emperor would agree; otherwise he would not have said he would ”think it over carefully.”

Walking out of the main hall, You Meng looked at Su Changfeng with great emotion and said, ”In all these years, you’re the only one with the guts to infuriate the Emperor in Chenguang Hall. What surprised me even more is that you actually walked out alive.”

”From this alone, you can see that the Emperor isn’t as petty as you all imagine. Besides, he knows full well how urgent the situation is; naturally, he wasn’t going to do anything to me,” Su Changfeng said with a smile.

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