Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

“To lead the world? I'm already the most powerful person in this world, so why do I care about leading

the world?” Chu Yuan gave a wry smile and said in a tone full of contempt.

“This tiny earth and you people are nothing in my eyes,” Chu Yuan arrogantly declared.

He had placed himself in a league beyond mere humans, and even the Earth was considered small

and uninteresting to him.

If such words came out of another person's mouth, that person would be seen as a madman who was

talking nonsense.

However, it did not sound wrong coming from Chu Yuan. After all, he had earned the right to be

arrogant.

Ye Qingtian believed him when he said that, and Chu Yuan's words aroused his curiosity.

Chu Sect had devoted a lot of efforts and resources through the years to dominate the world. If Chu

Yuan's aim was not to lead the world, Ye Qingtian could not help but wonder what his motive was.

“Can you tell me what is your motive? I'm about to die anyway, so the least you can do is to let me die

without the regret of not knowing why,” Ye Qingtian probed.

“Sure. No harm in telling you this. For the past centuries, all the heads of Chu Sect wanted to unite the

martial arts worlds under us. We're not after riches or power. Our aim is to achieve sainthood!” Chu

Yuan shared.

What?

Chu Yuan's reply shocked Ye Qingtian.

King of Fighters, Sword Saint, and all the Chinese martial artists stared with their eyes wide open,

astonished to hear such a reply as well.

Sai—sainthood? Do saints really exist? Can laymen like us really attain sainthood?

Ye Qingtian's eyes narrowed as he pondered on the many questions in his mind. His emotions were in

overdrive, stunned by Chu Yuan's revelation.

What Chu Yuan had said was beyond reality, and beyond anyone's imagination. Saints belonged to

myths, and it was a concept most people found difficult to comprehend and accept.

Yet, the head of Chu Sect openly and affirmatively revealed that was his ultimate aim, making everyone

wonder if saints really do exist.

“Ignorant fools like you have tunnel vision. All you see is the tiny world around you. You fail to see the

true essence of things. Just like the frog in the well knows nothing of the sea, you commoners have no

clue of the existence of saints and the magical sainthood.” Chu Yuan belittled his doubters.

“Ye Qingtian, I have some respect for you, so I shall share a secret with you before you die. Our

forefather, Chu Yunyang, was a man that had attained sainthood!

“You doubt the existence of saints, but our ancestor Mr. Yunyang had reached that realm long ago. His

title is Saint Yunyang. The Chu family can dominate the world for so many years because we have holy

blood in us!” Chu Yuan proudly declared.

Many people were dumbfounded by his declaration. They were utterly confused and flabbergasted.

So the Chinese mythical stories about saints are real!

“No!”

“That's impossible!”

“There is no ghosts nor saints in this world!”

“This is superstition and a primitive belief.”

“You are trying to confuse us!”

“Stop this nonsensical talk, Chu Yuan. I, Mo Gucheng—King of Fighters, don't believe in such

superstition!” Mo Gucheng suddenly raised his voice and chided, rejecting the notion of saints and

sainthood.

He could not accept such ideas and found them beyond belief.

However, Chu Yuan could not care less. Regardless of what others said, just like Mo Gucheng, he held

firm to his belief.

No one could change his mind or salvage the situation.

War God Castle was destined to be eradicated, and all the Chinese martial artists were heading for

death. Chu Sect would confidently run over the whole world.

Sai—saint Yunyang? So there is really sainthood? A realm beyond us humans do exist?

Ye Qingtian was dazed by Chu Yuan's revelation and lost in deep thoughts.

For a long time, he had always thought the pinnacle of power and skills in the martial arts world was to

achieve the status of supreme grandmaster, to be ranked number one in the Sky Ranking.

However, the appearance of god realm masters made him realize there was another level beyond what

he knew—the god realm.

Suddenly, it was revealed to him that beyond the god realm, there was sainthood!

At that moment, it struck him that knowledge and skills knew no boundaries. One could always strive

for a breakthrough and reach greater heights.

When he mastered the palm technique that Ye Fan taught him, he thought he was close to being

among the top! However, at that instant, he realized he still had a long way to go in terms of his training

and achievements.

Suddenly, Ye Qingtian was overwhelmed by a sense of dejection. He was demoralized by the thought

that he would die before achieving the god realm and had no opportunity to take a peek into what was

beyond that. To someone obsessed with martial arts, that was something deeply regrettable.

He refused to accept that! He desperately wanted to see for himself what sainthood was like. He

wondered if a saint would develop the ability to fly away and leave the earth. He was also curious about

the world beyond the earth, the universe where the saints reside.

Suddenly, Ye Qingtian looked up into the sky.

Chu Yuan saw that and laughed out loud.

“Don't tell me you are dreaming of becoming a saint too? Forget it, Ye Qingtian! At this moment, the

only person who has the ability to achieve sainthood is me, Chu Yuan! Whoever stands in my way will

be eliminated!” Chu Yuan boasted.

“I have to admit Chu Tianfan was indeed a threat to me some years back. I feared he would be the one

to attain sainthood instead of me. Thank goodness he is dead! With him gone, no one in this world can

stop me from my ambition!” Chu Yuan burst out in arrogant laughter, pleased with himself.

“All right, I've granted your wish and told you what you wanted to know. Now, it's time I send you to

meet your maker!” Chu Yuan had no hesitation anymore.

He waved his arm, and millions of blinding sparks shot out from his hand, flying toward Ye Qingtian. It

was as if millions of darts were heading toward the target board. The blinding lights brought with them

shadows of death.

He waved his arm, and millions of blinding sparks shot out from his hand, flying toward Ye Qingtian. It

was as if millions of darts were heading toward the target board. The blinding lights brought with them

shadows of death.

“Duck, Ye!”

“War God!”

“Watch out!”

King of Fighters, Sword Saint and the other martial artists screamed at Ye Qingtian, warning him. No

one expected Chu Yuan would launch his attack so suddenly.

Ye Qingtian could not dodge! Behind him were the few remaining fighters of China's martial arts world.

He had vowed to protect them, even at the cost of his own life.

Instead of dodging the light darts, he chose to take them on, heads-on!

“Heavenly Palm!” He executed his most powerful strike.

“Heavenly Palm!”

“Heavenly Palm!”

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

In a split second, Ye Qingtian launched more than a dozen Heavenly Palm strikes.

Like a gushing river, the intense energy from his strokes formed a wave crest and crashed toward Chu

Yuan.

King of Fighters and Sword Saint watched in awe.

Similarly, the other Chinese martial artists froze in tension as they watched the battle unfold.

Some wondered why Ye Qingtian always resorted to Heavenly Palm and suspected that was the only

skill he mastered.

What happened to his previous techniques and skills?

Like the rest, King of Fighters was puzzled.

“He had no choice. Ye can only rely on this stroke! This is an exceptionally powerful technique, way

more outstanding than any other skills we have in China. Only this technique can elevate Ye to a higher

realm, and enable him to be more powerful than he had ever been.” Only Sword Saint understood why.

“Previously, I thought Chu Tianfan was a rare talent, a prodigy in martial arts. I overlooked the fact that

the secret techniques he had mastered were exceptional treasures as well,” he added.

At that moment, Sword Saint realized why Ye Qingtian could make such big progress within a short

three years to become the top five in the Sky Ranking. It was all thanks to that palm technique.

Bang, bang, bang...

Sounds of explosions rumbled through the air as the millions of golden darts hit the wave crest that

acted like a solid steel wall to stop them.

After what felt like a long deadlock, Chu Yuan's attack was blocked off, and Ye Qingtian's heavenly

palm's wave continued to cruise toward Chu Yuan.

What?

Calm faded from Chu Yuan's face, and his expression turned to that of shock.

He waved his arm to block off the remaining energy wave that had reached him, then turned to Ye

Qingtian and tore into him. “Where did you learn this palm technique from?” he howled.

“Tell me! Did Chu Tianfan hand you the Book of Celestial Cloud before he died?” There was a

menacing mix of fury and greed in Chu Yuan's eyes when he questioned Ye Qingtian.