The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor
Chapter 747 - 744: Sovereign of the Sect in the Immortal King Hall

Chapter 747: Chapter 744: Sovereign of the Sect in the Immortal King Hall

"Master?!"

When she saw the Dharma Form, Zhou Youwei was utterly astonished.

That towering Dharma Form, imposing and majestic, was none other than the Supreme of the Immortal King Hall!

This seemingly young Daoist had terrifyingly boundless strength!

In that instant, the entire Sword Tomb exploded into uproar.

"Master... Master?!"

Chu Jiangqiu and Elder Liu were outright dumbfounded.

Song Qilin, Pei Yanchao, and Huang Yue, among others, were also frightened to the point of turning pale.

They never expected that Zhou Youwei from the Emperor Immortal Sect would have such a formidable being as her master!

Yuan Kong and others, who were discussing the significant matters of founding the Sword Tomb in the grand hall, flew out of the hall at that moment and looked up at the terrifying Dharma Form in the sky, their expressions filled with astonishment.

"Who is this person?" Yuan Kong asked with some confusion as he looked at the terrifying Dharma Form in the sky.

"Is it him?" A serious expression appeared in the eyes of Duan Canghai, who resembled a robust farmer.

"Master, who is this person?" Feng Qingyun’s right hand paused as he stroked his beard, turning to Duan Canghai to inquire.

As for Sword Master Wu Yue, he had gone to seclude himself to recover from injuries.

The responsibility of founding matters was managed by the Sovereign of the third generation of the Sword Tomb.

The matter of founding the Sword Tomb was of great importance, and normally required the presence of the Sovereign of the third generation to be effective.

But it was also necessary to invite all the Supreme Elders to discuss the details.

Because of this, at this moment in the Sword Tomb Grand Hall, there were many powerful beings present.

Their gazes were all fixed on that terrifying Dharma Form above them.

Hearing Feng Qingyun’s question, everyone’s gaze turned toward Duan Canghai.

It seemed Duan Canghai recognized this person?

At this moment, Duan Canghai’s expression was extremely solemn as he said, "This person, is the Sovereign of the Immortal King Hall!"

"The Immortal King Hall?!"

The crowd was astounded upon hearing this, "How did someone from the Immortal King Hall come to our Sword Tomb?"

"It seems that the young Miss Zhou from the Emperor Immortal Sect is indeed his disciple!" Yuan Kong quickly understood the connection.

The moment this Sovereign of the Immortal King Hall arrived, he said the Sword Tomb was stealing his disciple, and the only disciple the Sword Tomb intended to take today was Zhou Youwei.

That is to say, Zhou Youwei is the disciple of the Sovereign of the Immortal King Hall!

This point was indeed surprising to them.

Hum————

In the midst of everyone’s astonishment, the Dharma Form above the sky flashed with light and transformed into a young man wearing a Daoist robe of the Bagua, smooth as jade, giving off an ethereal feeling as if he might ascend at any moment.

Although the young Daoist appeared youthful, his sideburns were already frost-white.

He did not go to the grand hall of the Sword Tomb; instead, he stepped forward and appeared in front of Ye Xuan and his companions.

"Young friend Ye."

The young Daoist looked at Ye Xuan, slightly smiling as he bowed.

"You’ve arrived quite promptly," Ye Xuan said with a smile that was not quite a smile.

"After all, it involves the karma between the Immortal King Hall and the Sword Tomb; it can’t be dealt with leisurely," the young Daoist did not hide anything.

"Disciple greets Master," Zhou Youwei courteously performed a ritual of greeting.

"Little Youwei, you have grown stronger too," the young Daoist said cheerfully.

When he assessed Zhou Youwei, his heart suddenly jolted.

Dual Saint Body!

So fast!?

His smile stiffened momentarily as he turned to Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan, hands tucked into his pockets, feeling the gaze of the Sovereign of the Immortal King Hall, smiled lightly and said, "I told you before that taking my dear Youwei as a disciple would be a lucrative deal for your Immortal King Hall without any losses."

When he negotiated with the Immortal King Hall back then, they wanted to take him as a disciple, but that was utterly impossible.

Later, this young Sovereign suggested that Ye Xuan, after ten years, should go to the Immortal King Hall to take disciples, which Ye Xuan declined.

Despite their persistence, the Immortal King Hall still failed to convince Ye Xuan to let them take his future child with Zhou Youwei as a disciple.

Ye Xuan turned them down.

The bargain Ye Xuan offered was that the young Sect Leader must accept Zhou Youwei as a disciple, and he would find a remarkable demon genius for the Immortal King Hall later.

At that time, the young Sect Leader felt the deal was somewhat unfavourable but agreed nonetheless.

Later, Ye Xuan helped stabilize their Dragon Raising Technique, which left them greatly appreciative and no longer bringing up the issue.

Now, upon seeing Zhou Youwei’s Dual Saint Body, the young Sect Leader realized he had indeed made a profitable deal.

The young Daoist couldn’t help but grin, looking at Ye Xuan with a smile and said, "Young friend Ye, although my Immortal King Hall has profited from this deal, remember, as we agreed, you still owe us another demon genius."

The way he acted was far from the venerable leader of the Immortal King Hall, he resembled more of a haggler at a street market.

Ye Xuan gave the young Daoist a sidelong glance and said calmly, "I’ve already selected someone. You can visit the Emperor Immortal Sect whenever you’re free. However, this person needs to stay in the Emperor Immortal Sect for ten years; after that, you can take him."

The young Daoist’s eyes lit up, his smile widening, he repeatedly said, "I knew it, young friend Ye, your word is your bond, always so righteous, I admire that!"

As he spoke, the young Daoist even gave Ye Xuan a thumbs up.

"Morality." Ye Xuan said irritably, "It’s only because of you that I even consider giving that promising seed to your Immortal King Hall."

"Because of me?" the young Daoist was slightly stunned, then smiled, "Well, my thanks to young friend Ye."

But Ye Xuan suddenly turned cold, impatiently saying, "Just get on with your task and stop bothering me."

"Sure!" The young Daoist wasn’t offended at all, nodding cheerfully.

Immediately after, the young Daoist turned to Zhou Youwei, reassuming the good Master’s demeanor, and said gently, "Disciple, while staying by young friend Ye’s side, you must cultivate diligently, never become arrogant or complacent, think thrice before acting in any situation, but don’t be afraid to stand your ground if someone deliberately causes trouble, since you are my most proud disciple, I will surely reason with anyone who dares disturb you."

The young Daoist spoke earnestly, imparting a wealth of wisdom to Zhou Youwei.

It was evident that he valued Zhou Youwei highly.

"Disciple remembers Master’s teachings," Zhou Youwei also recognized her Master’s genuine concern and took his words to heart.

"Alright, go choose a sword. Whatever you like, just take it; as for karma and such matters, your Master will handle it," the young Daoist, sensing the impatient gaze beside him, hastily said after shrinking his neck.

With that, he exploded into a cloud of mist and disappeared.

"What a chatterbox." Ye Xuan murmured.

Zhou Youwei, still somewhat confused by what she heard, rolled her eyes at Ye Xuan’s comment and said with a tone of irritation, "Husband, he is still Youwei’s Master after all. You’re being unreasonable."

Ye Xuan curled his lip and said, "Him? Hmph, I could take him two at a time with one hand!"

His words once again earned him an eye roll from Zhou Youwei.

Seeing this, Ye Xuan grinned and said, "What’s wrong, have your loyalties shifted?"

Zhou Youwei’s delicate body shivered slightly, her pretty face flushing as she whispered, "There are others around!"

"You know, a wife should follow her husband," Ye Xuan declared solemnly.

Zhou Youwei bit her red lip hard, angry enough to want to twist Ye Xuan’s waist.

Ye Xuan sensed the murderous intent but wasn’t afraid, chuckling, "No joke, I really could beat him two at a time!"

"Fine, fine, husband is the mightiest!" Zhou Youwei retorted proudly, pouting.

"Such a good girl," Ye Xuan praised, patting her head, though his eyes drifted into memory.

Truth be told, Youwei was right to be skeptical; he couldn’t really beat the young Daoist two at a time with just one hand, though maybe he could manage with both.

Why had he let that young Daoist take his wife as a disciple?

Merely because the young Daoist was the Sovereign of the Immortal King Hall?

Please.

He had encountered hundreds, if not thousands, of Sect Leaders of the Immortal King Hall.

"Young master, his identity..."

Qiao Xinyu rarely voiced a question.

Unfortunately, before she could finish, Ye Xuan coldly interrupted:

"Don’t ask what you shouldn’t."

Qiao Xinyu wisely shut her mouth, yet she was somewhat shaken inside.

Her abilities were formidable, yet she couldn’t see through the real power of that young Daoist.

If it were just his Dharma Form avatar, she could understand clearly.

But what about the actual body behind it?