Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

Ye Fan stood alone atop the breezy peak of Mount Chumen.

He scrutinized the hundreds, nay, even thousands of people who carried their belongings and trekked

down the mountain.

Alas, the person he missed dearly was nowhere to be seen in the crowd. He asked, “Was there no

trace of Tang Yun at all?”

The old man who stood before him bowed slightly and reported, “Young Master, Ms. Tang's sister might

have brought her away.”

The old man was none other than Han.

While Ye Fan was away, Han had been staying in the shadows for years until the former returned.

Han had played a significant role in Ye Fan's successful revenge and so naturally he would be present

on such a momentous occasion.

Ye Fan's heart churned with mixed emotions. Finally, he smiled bitterly and uttered, “I, Chu Tianfan,

conquered this land but still lost her in the end.”

He sighed inwardly, his heart filled with sorrow.

Ye Fan knew that by destroying her sect, it would take a Herculean feat to convince Tang Yun to forgive

him.

Perhaps she'll never want to see me again.

Sensing his crestfallen mood, Han advised, “Power and love rarely come hand-in-hand. But remember

that nothing is impossible, Young Master. Who's to say what will happen in the future? As long as you

show her your sincerity, I believe your efforts will move Ms. Tang even if her heart is made of stone.

You will surely win her over, Young Master.”

“I hope so.” Ye Fan shook his head and smiled wryly.

He could hear the consolation in Han's words.

Even if he had plans to make things up to Tang Yun, he was utterly clueless about her whereabouts.

There was a good chance he would never see her again.

Suddenly, Han knelt on the floor and said, “Young Master, your revenge is complete, and with it, I've

fulfilled my greatest wish. I hope you will allow this old chap to return to his roots. I'm old and frail, and

if I stay by your side, I fear I will only be a burden to you, Young Master. It's high time I pass this role on

to someone else.”

He wished to relinquish his rank and retreat into seclusion on account of old age.

Still, Ye Fan had no plans to dismiss Han.

He replied, “Han, without your management over the years, the members of Dragon God Hall would've

left long ago. I may be the Hall Master of Dragon God Hall, but I am no more than an ordinary man. My

absence would hardly affect the hall, but without you, it would crumble in an instant. That's why you

can't leave yet. You are the only choice as Dragon God Hall's butler.”

“But, Young Master, my body is not what it used to be.” Han worried that his age and health would

interfere with the smooth running of Dragon God Hall.

Undeterred, Ye Fan replied imploringly, “I've notified Junie to oversee your recovery. She'll be here in a

few days. This place needs you, Han.”

Han's heart was warmed by his words.

He had expected to be dismissed once he was no longer of value to Ye Fan, yet the young man had no

reservations about rewarding his loyal supporters.

After convincing Han to stay, Ye Fan declared, “Right, I want you to lead some men to take over Chu

Sect's remaining properties and assets. I've got to investigate some other things myself.”

Ye Fan left for the Jones residence soon after.

When he arrived, he headed straight to the underground cells of the Jones residence. In it held several

battered, bloodied men.

Michael greeted him and explained, “Master, these are Chu Yuan's most trusted subordinates. I've

brought them all here!”

“On your knees!” Michael bellowed, kicking the captured men across the back of their knees.

The three captives immediately knelt on the ground under Ye Fan's close watch.

“What was Chu Yuan's reason for launching an attack to take over the martial arts world? And I heard

that the sect had been kidnapping talented martial artists from different countries. Why did you do

that?” Ye Fan interrogated them.

Chu Yuan's subordinates kept their mouths stubbornly shut.

They shot Ye Fan glares bursting with hatred.

Michael slapped the men hard enough to give them split lips. “Answer him!”

The captives launched into a slew of spiteful tirades.

“What makes you think you have the right to interrogate us?”

“We're veterans in Chu Sect. Based on our seniority, even your father should be calling us elders!”

“And you! Chu Tianfan! Disowned child! Ingrate! How could you harm your own grandfather? Betraying

your sect and your ancestors! How could you call yourself a human? You're a beast!”

Their eyes reddened with fury. At the end of their scornful words, they even spat at Ye Fan for good

measure.

These men hated Ye Fan with a vengeance.

After all, he had killed their most esteemed sect head, Chu Yuan, and destroyed their beloved sect.

They wanted to tear Ye Fan into pieces for what he had done.

Enraged by their audacity, Michael thundered, “The lot of you must have a death wish!”

He gritted his teeth in anger while slapping the captives again.

Their refusal to surrender surprised him.

Chu Yuan was dead, and Chu Sect had collapsed, yet here they were, fiercely protecting a defunct

sect's secrets.

Michael's beatings could not pressure the three men into answering Ye Fan's questions.

He said to Ye Fan, “Master, I don't think this is working. These old men are way too stubborn.”

His hand was already aching, yet the captives refused to talk.

Ye Fan merely smiled and said, “Don't worry. It's my turn to strike.”

Michael shook his head resignedly and muttered, “It's futile, Master. All the high-ranking elders of Chu

Sect received loyalty training. To be chosen as Chu Yuan's most trusted subordinates and be tasked

with the most confidential assignments, they must've undergone stringent selection and training.”

Instead of replying, Ye Fan approached the three captives and slapped them across the faces. He

asked, “Will you answer my questions or not?”

The three men spat blood and smiled despite their earlier torture. “Hahaha... we'll never talk! Not even

if we die!”

Ye Fan laughed along with them. “Oh, really?”

He stepped on their legs, and cries of agony filled the air.

He had crushed their bones to smithereens.

Yet, he did not stop there. With a wave of his sleeve, he channeled his Qi right at the men's heads,

breaking their bones and distorting their faces.

All three captives had half of their faces caving inward from the impact.

The immense pain had them teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

Anguished screams echoed throughout the underground cells.

An expressionless Ye Fan continued approaching the cowering men, who finally surrendered and

pleaded for mercy.

“D-Don't hit us. I-I'll talk. W-We'll talk.”

Ye Fan smiled and drawled, “If you had spoken a lot sooner, you wouldn't have had to go through that.”

Michael gaped at the scene, wide-eyed with shock.

He is so brutal! I couldn't get those men to talk even though my hand was on the verge of breaking.

With a few hits, Ye Fan had beaten the captives within an inch of their lives.

He crossed his arms behind his back and glared at the three men. “Start talking, then. Why was Chu

Yun so intent on taking over the world?”

One of the men stammered, “I-It's Dragon Gate. O-Old Mr. Chu was looking for Dragon Gate. Once he

has taken over the world, he c-can open Dragon Gate. O-Old Mr. Chu said that the power to achieving

sainthood lies behind Dragon Gate...”

What?

Ye Fan's expression changed drastically.

Michael's eyes widened further in shock as he sputtered, ”W-What did you say? S-Sainthood?”