Chapter 1150: The son-in-law of I, Han Chen (1/2)

Han Yunxi and Gu Beiyue watched without blinking. They never thought Long Feiye would be so good at fistfighting. Gu Qishao and Bai Yanqing’s jaws had already dropped at the sight.

“Long Feiye, you seemed to have met your nemesis,” Gu Qishao muttered to himself.

Bai Yanqing was full of doubts. He finally remembered the man who rescued Mu xin from his clutches. He was certain he had killed that man, an orphan of the Poison Sect. Could he have anything to do with these people?

Soon enough, Long Feiye and the white-robe man’s movements had turned into a blur. They were fighting with both legs and fists in mid-air, their figures like wind or shadows as they vied in the skies.

“Princess, if it’s hand-to-hand combat, His Highness and this man are evenly matched. His Highness won’t suffer large losses,” Gu Beiyue muttered.

“Even so, they can’t keep dragging this on!” Han Yunxi was getting restless. She had no idea who the white-robed man was or his origins, which made her worried. If that man decided he was unhappy and used poison against Long Feiye, it’d only take a few minutes to take effect! She refused to see Long Feiye in any danger.

Her brain scoured for solutions as she watched, hoping to find a way to stop them. She wanted to know if this man was friend or foe. But after wracking her thoughts, she came up with nothing.

At this moment, a fist punched Long Feiye in the gut, sending him tumbling from the air.

“Long Feiye!” Han Yunxi shrieked. She ran towards him, forgetting all about the invisible wall. Unexpectedly, she managed to reach him without any obstacles.

The sealed dimension had disappeared. Gu Beiyue hurried over as well, only to see blood trickling from Long Feiye’s mouth as he sported a ghastly complexion. A worried Han Yunxi used the detox system to scan him before being certain that he hadn’t been poisoned.

“It’s only an internal injury, no big deal,” Long Feiye murmured. He refused help from Han Yunxi and Gu Beiyue to stand up on his own, then cupped his fist at the white-robed man. “This one has lost.”

Perhaps the observers couldn’t tell, but Long Feiye was very clear that this man was extremely strong. Whether it was internal energy or martial arts moves, they exceeded all his expectations. He never thought Cloud Realm Continent would house such a high-level expert.

The white-robed man slowly straightened out his clothes. He didn’t pay Long Feiye any particular attention, but fixed his gaze on Han Yunxi and said coldly, “What’s your name?”

Han Yunxi’s expression was ugly as she ached for Long Feiye’s sake. Although Long Feiye said he was all right, how could that bleeding be anything so trivial? She examined the man and demanded moodily, “Who are you? What’s your name? It’s not like we charged in here on purpose. Furthermore, I have a right to be here as the Poison Sect’s descendant. Who gave you the right to beat people up?!”

“Those who are inferior deserve to be beaten,” the white-robed man replied coldly.

“You!” Han Yunxi was fuming. She retorted, “Does that you get to beat up anyone inferior to you?”

“If the son-in-law of I, Han Chen, is inferior, then he deserves to be beaten,” Han Chen[1] said coldly.

Han Yunxi’s group was stunned.

Son-in-law?

Could it be…

“Isn’t my father dead?” Han Yunxi looked at Bai Yanqing in astonishment.

Did Bai Yanqing lie to us?

Bai Yanqing was firmly gagged by the vines and couldn’t speak. He furiously shook his head, showing that he was ignorant too.

Han Chen waved his hand to dismiss the sealed dimension. The fields and cloudy blue skies all vanished, leaving a vast underground hall in its wake. Around them on the walls were a mosaic of luminous night pearls that illuminated the space like day. As the white-robed man vanished from sight, Lil Thing gave a shriek and scampered forward. Han Yunxi and the rest chased after it, with Gu Qishao carrying Bai Yanqing on his back. After passing through a few tunnels, they entered a towering palace hall. There was a magnificent altar in the room while the walls were covered in luminous night pearls and multicolored gemstones, making it appear like a jewelry box.

The center of the hall had a tall platform, on top of white laid a framework of large white bones--the remains of the snow wolves. Lil Thing had long ran to the bones and was now hugging them while wailing with tears.

This was the true grave of the snow wolves!

Although they were nothing but bones now, the pile of skeletons still inspired respect in people’s hearts. The reverence wasn’t just for the snow wolves, but the mysterious powers of Mother Nature. Currently, Han Chen was standing on the platform. Unlike Gu Beiyue’s ethereal white robes, Han Chen’s were lined with a golden collar and sleeves. Beneath the top layer was an embroidered hem of gold, adding to his mysterious and distinguished air.

No matter where he stood, he always looked high and lofty, an indifferent god peering down upon mortals.

He loomed over Han Yunxi as he spoke. “This Honorable One is the priest of the Snow Wolf Clan. It was one of my subordinates who rescued your mother by chance. You are this Honorable One’s daughter and the blood that flows in your vein is the pure line of the Blood Wolf Tribe. It has nothing to do with the Poison Sect.

“Wait for me at the sacrificial altar in ten years’ time and I’ll teach you the art of sealing dimensions. Once you’ve mastered it, stay here to guard against attackers and cultivate.”

Everyone was shocked by his words. He really is Han Yunxi’s father? But why did Bai Yanqing say her father was already dead? Back then...just what happened?