The City’s Strongest Son-in-law

”Finally realizing you should flatter the Emperor, but it’s too late now. Even if you do resolve the Silver Flood Dragon issue, the Emperor won’t spare you,” You Meng warned.

Su Changfeng naturally understood this fact. He and the Emperor had completely fallen out, and it was imaginable that if the Silver Flood Dragon matter was settled, the Emperor’s next target would undoubtedly be him.

It’s understood that the Emperor’s sacredness is inviolable, and he certainly wouldn’t allow anyone to threaten him. Just look at the Qiutang Clan.

Indeed, Su Changfeng daring to act this way was evidence that he was not worried at all.

His plan was to rule the Three Kingdoms, so it was inevitable that he and the Emperor would stand on opposite sides. The current situation would naturally lay the groundwork for the future battle.

Su Changfeng was here not just to deal with the Silver Flood Dragon, but also to advance his own plans.

However, all these plans were contingent on eliminating the threat posed by the Silver Flood Dragon; otherwise, every plan would be just a pipe dream.

”Facing the Emperor without a change in expression... seems I’ve underestimated your capabilities,” You Meng began probing Su Changfeng again, trying to uncover his true level of power.

Of course, Su Changfeng wouldn’t allow her to succeed, replying, ”You Meng, when you were in Tianshui City before, I let you stay for free for quite a while. Now that you’re here, shouldn’t you reciprocate some hospitality?”

”Hmph, if you wanted to visit my place, you could simply say so. Is there really a need to be so roundabout?” You Meng replied with snark.

Su Changfeng smiled and glanced at Baili Luoyuan, saying, ”Come on, haven’t you seen a Primordial Master’s house yet? Let’s go and have a proper experience this time.”

Baili Luoyuan remained silent. Although she was the Sect Master of Qingluan Sect, she couldn’t behave as boldly as Su Changfeng in front of a master like You Meng.

However, being able to stay at You Meng’s place was truly unexpected for Baili Luoyuan. In the past, she wouldn’t even dare dream of such a situation.

If other sects knew, it would certainly elevate Qingluan Sect’s status further.

”Thank you, Lord You,” Baili Luoyuan expressed her gratitude, looking at You Meng.

”No need for thanks; it’s no big deal. Your Lord You, when pretending to be a beggar, also freeloaded at my house,” Su Changfeng remarked with a cold laugh.

You Meng could only pretend she hadn’t heard anything. Facing someone else, she might have been angry, but since it was Su Changfeng, she couldn’t muster any anger—perhaps due to awe at Su Changfeng’s formidable strength or guilt from previously deceiving him.

Upon arriving at You Meng’s house, Su Changfeng noticed something: Wasn’t there a guy named Yu Changfeng earlier? Why wasn’t he around?

Inside Chenguang Hall.

After Su Changfeng and his companions left, the Emperor asked his confidant, ”What do you think of this Su Changfeng?”

”Arrogant, audacious,” came the straightforward response, describing all impressions of Su Changfeng—especially his demeanor in the hall. If not for the Silver Flood Dragon issue, the confidant would’ve drawn his sword to kill Su Changfeng.

”Even You Meng doesn’t have the guts to speak to me like that. This guy does have some nerve, crucially, I can’t even gauge his strength,” the Emperor sighed.

In Chenguang Hall, he could easily suppress a Primordial Master, yet when exerting pressure on Su Changfeng, the latter remained unfazed, leaving the Emperor truly shocked.

Though not exerting his full power, Su Changfeng’s composed demeanor was enough to prove his strength.

”Emperor, are you really planning to let him into the secret chamber?” The confidant cautiously asked. Despite the current situation’s urgency, rules were rules; only the Emperor had the right to enter, and what was Su Changfeng—a mere sect leader—to dare act insolently before the Emperor?

The Emperor hesitated but didn’t directly refuse Su Changfeng, mainly due to the pressing situation. With the Silver Flood Dragon awakening, Tianyuan Continent would soon face another crisis.

A thousand years ago when the Silver Flood Dragon awakened, experts of Tianyuan Continent fell one after another. Now, having caught a breath, another devastation couldn’t be tolerated, so preventing the Silver Flood Dragon from leaving Sourceless Forest was paramount, lest the entire Tianyuan Continent be destroyed.

The potential destruction of Tianyuan Continent and letting Su Changfeng into the secret chamber—it was clear which was lesser.

”You must understand, even if the Three Kingdoms unite, they can’t deal with the Silver Flood Dragon,” commented the Emperor.

”Aren’t you concerned he might have other intentions? The secret chamber holds precious texts and cultivation secrets—perhaps he just wants to access cultivation techniques,” the confidant worriedly expressed.

”That’s irrelevant; as long as there’s a way to address the Silver Flood Dragon, it’s fine. I’m bound to overlook something on my own. The situation demands so, regardless of personal reservations. Should we further delay, the Silver Flood Dragon might devour us both,” lamented the Emperor.

Frankly, he had already inclined towards acceding to Su Changfeng but was holding up mostly for face, thinking things over.

Given the Emperor’s statement, the confidant refrained from blocking further. When juxtaposed against life, rules could indeed be set aside.

After all, with life at risk, what significance do rules hold?

”However, this matter must proceed clandestinely; spreading such news might incite others’ displeasure,” warned the confidant quietly.

The Emperor gravely nodded, recognizing that with so many experts present at Chenguang Hall, many were curious about the secret chamber’s cultivation techniques. Should news of Su Changfeng’s entry spread, it would undoubtedly provoke discontent and might cause larger troubles.

”Tonight, tell Su Changfeng to come to Chenguang Hall,” instructed the Emperor.

”Understood.”

The night was quiet, as many preferred practicing their cultivation at night. Hence, Chenguang Hall enforced a curfew, banning nighttime disruptions, making it far quieter than other cities—with no nightlife options available.

Such quietude provided an ideal environment for rest, yet Su Changfeng couldn’t find sleep lying in bed. A gnawing unease tugged at his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

”Could something have happened in Jiang City?” Tossing and turning, Su Changfeng sat up; typically, only Jiang City could cause him such worry.

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