Dragon Blood Divine Son-in-law
Chapter 274 Mr. Sleeping Dragon

Chapter 274: Chapter 274 Mr. Sleeping Dragon

Feng Bao was impatient, "Where did this old Taoist come from? Get the hell out of my way!"

The old Taoist snorted coldly, "A good dog doesn’t stand in the way. If anyone should move, it’s you lot!"

Before Feng Bao could speak, one of his underlings burst out in rage, "Motherfucker, you dare call our Lord Bao a dog? You’re asking for death!"

"Get out of my way!"

As the underling spoke, he drew his gun and aimed it straight at the old Taoist’s forehead.

However, before he could fix his aim, there was a loud bang.

The underling shot back like a cannonball, slamming heavily into the wall behind him, and died on the spot!

Hisss...

Everyone at the scene sucked in a breath of cold air.

This unknown old Taoist had methods that were too cruel; his first move was to kill!

Even Feng Bao and his men were shocked by the old Taoist’s methods.

They were from the Fire Leopard Hall, mixed up in the underworld, but even they wouldn’t dare to kill so abruptly.

This old Taoist in front of them was even more ruthless!

But immediately after, Feng Bao flew into a towering rage.

To kill a man of his, wasn’t this the same as slapping him in the face?

"Shit, kill him for me!"

At Feng Bao’s command, a dozen gunmen behind him raised their weapons, ready to shoot at the old Taoist.

Yet, before they could lift their guns, the old Taoist’s sleeves swirled like a dragon, sweeping out suddenly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dozen gunmen fell to the ground, their chests caved in, spitting blood, with their weapons dropping to the ground.

The people present were stunned into speechlessness.

They never imagined that this seemingly ordinary old Taoist could unleash such immense power!

Unafraid of firearms, this old Taoist was no ordinary person!

Feng Bao now had fully grasped the measure of his adversary’s skill.

He was very aware that with the opponent’s strength, killing him would be as easy as flipping his hand.

At that moment, Feng Bao was terrified, his earlier boldness gone.

Meanwhile, a dozen armed guards, upon hearing the noise, rushed in frantically.

"How dare you! To offend Mr. Sleeping Dragon, do you have a death wish?" the lead guard bellowed angrily.

"Mr. Sleeping Dragon?!"

Upon hearing these four words, Feng Bao went pale with fright.

Recently, Huai City had seen many changes, with many people from outside Huai City arriving, dividing the city into two factions.

One was represented by the Rakshasa Marquis from the Dong Family.

The other was the Liangjiang Marquis from the Dong Family.

And this Mr. Sleeping Dragon, though Feng Bao had never seen him, he knew that he was a master invited by the Dong Family, his status even higher than Rakshasa Marquis!

Feng Bao couldn’t have dreamed that this plain-looking old Taoist was the Dong Family’s Sleeping Dragon!

Without any further hesitation, Feng Bao knelt down on the ground.

"Mr. Sleeping Dragon, we were blind to not recognize your greatness. Please, don’t stoop to our level!"

Seeing this, the other members of the Fire Leopard Hall also knelt down one after another, banging their heads in supplication seeking mercy.

The Han Family members present were completely stunned by the scene unfolding before them.

What kind of being was Mr. Sleeping Dragon, who could scare a big shot like Feng Bao into kneeling and begging for mercy?!

What puzzled them even more was why such an important figure, who even Feng Bao feared, would appear in their Han Family home?

Mr. Sleeping Dragon did not even glance at Feng Bao and his group before walking straight into the courtyard.

However, as he passed by Han Jingting, when he saw her face clearly, his own expression changed slightly.

"A beauty that could overthrow cities and kingdoms, enveloped in the aura of a phoenix, the epitome of maternal grace. Such a good countenance! Such a good countenance indeed!"

Mr. Sleeping Dragon exclaimed his praises one after another, seemingly very excited.

The surrounding people, including Jingting herself, were all bewildered by Mr. Sleeping Dragon’s words, completely clueless about what he meant.

Mr. Sleeping Dragon, however, did not say anything more and went straight to Madam Han.

"So you are Madam Han? Where is the spirit plaque for Han Sanshui? Take me to pay my respects," he said.

Madam Han was startled.

Among those who knew Elder Master Han, almost everyone was only aware that his name was Han Miao.

But very few knew that Elder Master Han also had another name, Han Sanshui.

That was because Elder Master Han hadn’t used the name Han Sanshui for a very long time.

Now that she heard Mr. Sleeping Dragon directly mention the name Han Sanshui, Madam Han immediately understood that Mr. Sleeping Dragon might be an old friend of Elder Master Han!

Madam Han, who had married into the Han Family in Huai City when Elder Master Han was almost forty, didn’t know much about his past.

She could only discern from Elder Master Han’s daily behavior that he was no ordinary person, but whenever she inquired, Elder Master Han would only perfunctorily brush her off, never offering details.

Now, seeing that an old friend of Elder Master Han had such incredible clout, capable of making someone like Feng Bao kneel and beg, she was even more certain that her own husband must have been no ordinary man in his younger days!

At the same time, Madam Han had already made up her mind that given Mr. Sleeping Dragon’s lofty status and his old connection to her husband, it would bring tremendous benefit to the Han Family if she could win him over!

With this thought, Madam Han’s attitude became much more affable in an instant.

"My husband’s spirit plaque is in the backyard. Please follow me there, Mr. Sleeping Dragon," she said.

Madam Han led Mr. Sleeping Dragon straight to the backyard.

The Han Family members, as well as Feng Bao and his party, all hastened to follow suit.

The backyard was where the Han Family’s ancestors were enshrined, and apart from annual festivals and memorial occasions, it was seldom visited.

Madam Han led Mr. Sleeping Dragon through the small courtyard and arrived directly at the back hall.

"This is my husband’s spirit plaque!"

Madam Han said, pointing to a spirit plaque in front of them.

Seeing the name Han Miao on the spirit plaque, Mr. Sleeping Dragon’s face flashed a complex expression.

"Han Sanshui, Han Sanshui, after all these years, I finally found you!"

"You once said that your lifespan would be on par with that of the sages, and to think, it really came true!"

"They all call me the Sleeping Dragon, but you, old fellow, you are the true Sleeping Dragon!"

Madam Han and Han Chengye, standing nearby, were extraordinarily shocked by these words.

An old saying goes, "Even at seventy-three or eighty-four, King Yama doesn’t call one to go on his own!"

This saying exists because the sage Confucius lived to be seventy-three, and Mencius, another revered philosopher, lived to be eighty-four.

Elder Master Han had died at precisely seventy-eight years and six months old, exactly the average age between seventy-three and eighty-four.

Which means, decades ago, Elder Master Han had predicted the time of his own death!

This... this is simply too inconceivable!