The City’s Strongest Son-in-law

The secret chamber wasn’t very large, and one glance was enough to take in the whole situation. At first sight, there seemed to be nothing particularly strange, but he knew there were secrets here that he wasn’t yet aware of, requiring some careful investigation on his part.

He walked back and forth a few times in the chamber before stopping in front of a fresco.

The fresco was carved by professional craftsmen, depicting a human figure based on realistic proportions. The craftsmanship was vivid, with meticulous attention even to the most subtle details. It was undeniable that the artisan responsible for this relief had truly impressive skills.

However, what puzzled Su Changfeng was that, although the entire body was depicted with striking realism, the face appeared very indistinct, as if intentionally left unclear during the carving rather than being a result of damage over time.

”Who are you, really? Why didn’t you leave your likeness behind?” Su Changfeng murmured to himself, feeling a bit puzzled.

Could it be that the real person was too ugly, so they purposely avoided detailing the features?

Su Changfeng chuckled to himself, realizing that his thoughts were becoming increasingly whimsical, not knowing what was running through his mind.

At that moment, Su Changfeng noticed a small snake coiled on the left arm of the relief. Subconsciously, he touched his own arm and murmured, ”Could it be that you’re also a Beast Tamer of the White Jade Python? It’s unexpected how we share such a connection. In this case, why don’t you tell me what secrets are hidden here?”

Of course, Su Changfeng was just speaking playfully, as the figure in front of him was merely a relief and couldn’t possibly understand or respond to his words.

Then, Su Changfeng noticed an eye, also part of the relief, sized similarly to a human’s eye. He then found the other eye in another location.

”What’s going on? It seems the relief’s features are present, but they’ve been distributed to different places. Could this be some sort of puzzle?” Su Changfeng speculated.

Indeed, Su Changfeng found the other features in various locations. In fact, the previous Emperor often stood in front of this fresco but never seemed to notice the secrets within.

Sometimes, certain things truly depend on destiny.

Although Su Changfeng discovered where the features were, the relief was fixed on the wall and couldn’t be moved. To assemble it, one would have to destroy this stone wall.

”Ah, this is quite a troublesome matter. Luckily, I’m not particularly interested in the person’s appearance; I’m more intrigued by the secrets within,” Su Changfeng’s lips curled into a slight smile.

Su Changfeng had noticed a spot in the fresco that felt exceptionally smooth, likely due to frequent touch, indicating that there was certainly something peculiar here.

He then reached out and pressed at that spot. A subtle clicking sound was heard, and the fresco slowly moved aside, revealing a concealed small door.

”Ah, indeed, there are secrets here,” Su Changfeng remarked with a smile.

He stepped inside, discovering a small room about twenty square meters in size, filled with many corpses. The scene made one’s scalp tingle, but these did not affect Su Changfeng, nor could they scare him.

Looking around, there were eight corpses in total, likely the former emperors of Xingluo, and the formidable power within Chenguang Hall presumably came from these people.

”Ah, the throne of Xingluo Emperor isn’t something anyone can just take; there’s no peace even in death,” Su Changfeng sighed.

Generally, when people die, their best resting place is in the ground, especially someone as esteemed as an Emperor, who should be given a grand burial and laid to rest in a magnificent tomb. Yet, here they were, confined to this small room, exploited by successors.

Su Changfeng found a spot to sit down. The primary purpose of these corpses was to enhance the current Emperor’s power, used to suppress other experts. Now that Su Changfeng was the Emperor, he could naturally use this power for himself.

Of course, Su Changfeng’s approach differed from previous emperors. He wasn’t interested in being trapped in Chenguang Hall, gaining power for a short-lived burst. Instead, he aimed to integrate all the power here into his own body.

”Rest assured, my predecessors. Since I, Su Changfeng, am absorbing your power, I will repay you. Once this is all over, I’ll ensure you are laid to rest.” With those words, Su Changfeng closed his eyes.

Then, the power left behind by the many Emperors swiftly poured into Su Changfeng’s body. However, since this power came from different people, full integration would take time.

After another three days, You Meng and Baili Luoyuan had recovered well and could finally get out of bed and move around freely.

Only then did they notice Wang Junyi sitting silently in the garden, but there was no sign of Su Changfeng, leaving them feeling a bit puzzled.

You Meng approached, looked at Wang Junyi, and asked, ”Where’s Su Changfeng?”

Wang Junyi turned to look at You Meng, his face full of hopelessness, and said, ”He has been over at the hall for the past few days and hasn’t returned yet.”

”And what’s with you? Why do you look so despondent? Did someone hit you?” You Meng frowned, looking at him.

Wang Junyi’s face was scrunched up like a bun. Ever since Su Changfeng mentioned that the Tianyuan Continent might be destroyed by the Silver Flood Dragon, he had been fearful. If even his master couldn’t handle the Silver Flood Dragon, he couldn’t imagine who could. He truly didn’t want to die!

”You Meng, the Tianyuan Continent is going to be doomed soon, and we’ll also die,” Wang Junyi said.

Even though Wang Junyi now knew You Meng’s true identity, his manner of addressing her hadn’t changed, mainly out of habit and inability to adjust quickly.

Besides, being Su Changfeng’s disciple, he didn’t need to defer to You Meng.

You Meng also didn’t care about such matters; Su Changfeng was, after all, Wang Junyi’s master. What could she say?

However, You Meng found Wang Junyi’s words a bit strange.

The Tianyuan Continent is going to be doomed? Could it be that Su Changfeng had already given up on dealing with the Silver Flood Dragon?

How could that be? From what You Meng understood about Su Changfeng, he didn’t seem like someone who would casually give up.

”Did your master say that?” You Meng asked.

Wang Junyi sighed, ”Though he said it more diplomatically, that’s roughly what he meant. If even the master can’t solve this issue, what can we do?”

You Meng rolled her eyes at Wang Junyi, thankful that the words hadn’t come directly from Su Changfeng. Otherwise, there truly would be no hope left.

If Su Changfeng wasn’t willing to give up, then they wouldn’t be doomed.

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