You Promised to Be an Idle Son-in-Law, How Could You Become a Land Immortal?

”Where do you get the confidence to kill me?”

”...Where does this confidence come from?”

Chen Yi’s voice echoed through the vast, empty space.

He stood atop the head of a colossal, pale dragon that shimmered with light. Ignoring the stunned and disbelieving Du Cang, he turned to Xiao Wan’er and offered a faint smile.

He smiled warmly. ”Wan’er, I’ve come to take you home.”

Xiao Wan’er stared at him, stunned. ”You...”

Before she could finish, Chen Yi cut the ropes binding her and pulled her to his side.

”Don’t say anything. Don’t ask any questions. I’ll tell you everything after this is over.”

Xiao Wan’er felt the warmth of his hand on hers. Meeting his faintly smiling eyes, she murmured softly in agreement.

”I’ll be waiting.”

Chen Yi smiled and nodded, then waved his hand, as if bidding farewell to the vast chessboard behind him.

The white dragon roared again.

Rays of silver-white light then burst from the dragon’s body, shooting out in all directions.

With a series of sharp CRACKS, the pocket dimension crumbled and fell apart.

When they could see again, the group found themselves back in the abandoned Buddhist Hall.

Only now, Chen Yi had taken Du Cang’s place, standing beside Xiao Wan’er.

Du Cang, in contrast, had his back to them. His crimson eyes stared blankly ahead, still in utter disbelief.

At some point, the doll in his hand, pieced together from blood and bone, had cracked in two and fallen to the ground with a CLATTER.

In front of him, Uncle Gui and the Swordman stood in a pincer formation, still in their previous positions, staring at Chen Yi and Xiao Wan’er with lifeless eyes.

Outside the Buddhist Hall, the night rain pattered down as the mountain wind howled.

A few claps of thunder boomed, and lightning tore across the sky.

It illuminated Du Cang’s withered, wrinkled face, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.

After a moment of silence, Du Cang slowly turned around. His crimson eyes, as if dripping blood, were fixed on Chen Yi.

”Chess Dao at the Perfection Realm, a world born from your Mental Realm... No wonder you could shatter my precious Phantom Bone.”

His voice was shrill and strange. ”Chess Dao, Calligraphy Dao, and Spear Dao... all three at the Perfection Realm!”

”To think I’d stumble upon someone like you...”

”Good. Very good indeed!”

Du Cang paused, then bared two rows of black teeth in a grin. ”It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to kill someone this badly!”

A torrent of killing intent gushed forth, flooding the entire Buddhist Hall.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the long-neglected walls, tiles shattered, and beams splintered.

Raindrops began to drip down from the holes in the roof.

Seeing this, Chen Yi turned to shield Xiao Wan’er and said softly, ”Crouch down, close your eyes, and cover your ears.”

”I’ll take you home soon.”

Xiao Wan’er did as she was told, even tucking her head inside her cloak as she crouched motionlessly behind him.

Chen Yi glanced back at her, placed the satchel from his waist on the ground beside her, and only then turned to face Du Cang.

His own killing intent was no less potent than Du Cang’s.

It wasn’t just because Du Cang had abducted Xiao Wan’er; it was also because he had discovered too many of Chen Yi’s secrets.

If Du Cang left here alive, he would be a source of endless future trouble.

The figures of Du Cang, Uncle Gui, and the young guard reflected in Chen Yi’s eyes as he held his Long Spear horizontally.

”Come!”

He unleashed the full power of his Four Symbols Skill. True Essence instantly flooded his body, causing his brocade robes to billow.

The black shaft of his Long Spear turned golden, inch by inch, as the Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism poured into it.

Even its tip glinted with a sharp, golden light.

The aura it emanated was now powerful enough to rival Du Cang’s.

A savage smile twisted Du Cang’s face. His Protective True Gang solidified around him as he shrieked:

”Your Cultivation is a full two major Realms below mine! I don’t need to use my Black Magic Secret Skill to kill you!”

WHOOSH!

WHOOSH!

WHOOSH!

Three sharp, piercing sounds like a snake’s hiss tore through the air.

Du Cang led the charge. He reverse-gripped a foot-long short blade in each hand and, ducking low, appeared before Chen Yi.

He spun, his blades carving two arcs of light through the air.

Behind him, Uncle Gui and the young guard bypassed the fight and charged straight for Xiao Wan’er.

Their opening move was a feint.

Ruthless, decisive, and showing no mercy.

Aware of their every move, Chen Yi’s body remained as steady as a mountain. With a flick of his wrist, he thrust his Long Spear.

Golden light flashed.

Three golden lotuses abruptly blossomed into existence, simultaneously blocking Du Cang and his Puppets.

They absorbed the two gleaming arcs from the blades and forced Uncle Gui and the young guard to retreat three Steps.

Protected by his True Gang, Du Cang didn’t retreat. Instead, he advanced, doing his best to dodge the spear’s afterimages while his hands became a blur.

His Saber Dao, at the Great Success Realm, drew upon the Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism, and hundreds of blade gleams instantly enveloped Chen Yi.

”In a battle to the death, you think you can protect her?”

His intentions were venomous. Even though he was certain his Cultivation was far superior to Chen Yi’s, he still chose the most foolproof method.

He was banking on the fact that Chen Yi had to protect Xiao Wan’er, that he wouldn’t dare to dodge, that he *couldn’t* dodge. Thus, every one of his slashes aimed not only for Chen Yi, but also for Xiao Wan’er.

Chen Yi was well aware of this, yet he remained perfectly composed.

Gripping his Long Spear with both hands, he spun it to create a ring of golden light, intercepting every last bit of the Sword Intent.

He then reversed the spear’s momentum and thrust it toward Du Cang.

The Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism erupted—Dragon-Falling Spear: Earth-Splitting!

The floor of the Buddhist Hall rumbled. As the tip of the Long Spear moved forward, a trench of shattered brick and stone tore through the ground, heading straight for Du Cang.

Du Cang’s eyelid twitched. Though reluctant, he had no choice but to evade the overwhelming might of the spear strike.

But the spear’s momentum didn’t falter.

In the blink of an eye, it pierced through the chest of Uncle Gui, who was standing behind Du Cang. The Spear Intent erupted, tearing the puppet’s body to pieces.

Bits of flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The spear’s light traveled a hundred yards before dissipating, leaving behind a trench several yards deep.

Having landed a successful blow, Chen Yi shot a sidelong glance at Du Cang. ”I can protect her. Can you protect those two Puppets?”

Du Cang glanced back and flew into a rage. ”We’ll see how long you can protect her!”

This time, he didn’t charge straight ahead. He tossed one of his blades to the young guard, then pulled several palm-sized Wooden Men from his robes and threw them out.