The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor
Chapter 788 - 785: Gathering Together

Chapter 788: Chapter 785: Gathering Together

"Young Master Ye, please don’t misunderstand—it is on behalf of the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty that we have come to apologize to you."

The defeated Heavenly God General’s eyes shifted as he took the initiative to clasp his hands together and said.

Ye Xuan’s lips curved slightly, a smile that wasn’t quite a smile on his face, "Apologies are easy to speak of, but when it comes to compensation, I will discuss that with your Emperor at a later time."

Hearing the hint of dismissal in Ye Xuan’s words, the defeated Heavenly God General clasped his hands again and said, "Then I shall not disturb Young Master Ye any further."

Ye Xuan spoke unhurriedly, "Remember to convey my message to the Emperor—today, at this moment, Emperor Immortal Sect returns to Zhongxuan Mountain."

"I will certainly deliver Young Master Ye’s message intact," responded the defeated Heavenly God General with a smile, "then we shall take our leave first."

"Go ahead," Ye Xuan waved his hand dismissively.

Without another word, the defeated Heavenly God General led the five thousand Defeated Heavenly Soldiers away at great speed.

The powerhouses from the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect and Medicine Pavilion remained silent from beginning to end, their faces deathly pale as they quickly followed the five thousand Defeated Heavenly Soldiers.

Their demeanor was far from the assertiveness they had shown before.

When the defeated Heavenly God General mentioned changing his mind at any time, the powerhouses from Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect and Medicine Pavilion had found such behavior contemptible.

But after truly witnessing the battle of this day, they would no longer entertain such thoughts.

Ye Xuan...

Must absolutely not be provoked!

That was their only thought now.

They had seen with their own eyes the clash between two Great Emperor Immortal Soldiers, witnessed millions of Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect disciples slaughtered by a single slash.

They saw Sect Master Qi Tianyu obliterated by Ye Xuan’s hand.

They saw the Guardian God of Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect fleeing in panic before Ye Xuan, meekly retreating back into its lair.

What were they even here to support?

To court death?

"Do any of you still find issue with what I said earlier?"

Only after they were at least a million miles away from Zhongxuan Mountain did the defeated Heavenly God General slow down and speak in a quiet tone.

Clearly, this remark was directed at those from Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect and Medicine Pavilion.

"The General has foresight, and so does the Emperor..." Ying Shu, an elder from Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect, said with a bitter expression.

"It is we who were disrespectful before," Medicine Pavilion Elder An Yunfeng said absentmindedly, his face ash-white.

The rest of the powerhouses from Medicine Pavilion and Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect were similarly shocked, showing similar reactions to these two.

"Considering our shared territory within the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty, I shall say one more thing. The battlefield is deadly—many will perish. The life-and-death struggles in the Cultivation World are even more intense than on the battlefield, so it is normal for people to die. Do not bring about your own destruction over the death of a so-called Saint Heir..." the defeated Heavenly God General said in a measured tone.

These words instantly made the faces of those from Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect and Medicine Pavilion turn even uglier.

They naturally understood what the defeated Heavenly God General meant.

Even if he hadn’t said it, they would have understood.

But having it spelled out made it even more embarrassing.

"Thank you for the reminder, General. Our sect will carefully consider this matter," said a white-haired old man from Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect in a calm voice.

The defeated Heavenly God General gave a slight bow with his fists clasped, and said no more.

To tell the truth, his back was soaked with cold sweat at this point.

As one of the three Divine Generals of the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty, he had experienced countless battles, both large and small, but never had he felt such trepidation as he did today.

That young man named Ye Xuan—he truly had the bearing of a great general, as if no matter what, nothing could disturb his composure.

The defeated Heavenly God General admired him in his heart.

At the same time, he understood why the Emperor had been so indifferent to the life and death of the Eighth Prince.

In comparison, the life of a prince simply lacked the standing to be mentioned alongside an ancient dynasty.

He would convey everything that happened today to the Emperor.

...

The forces of the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty, Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect, and Medicine Pavilion arrived quickly and left just as swiftly, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the Coffin Carriers, who had remained unseen, emerged from a dark expanse.

Eight burly men dressed in black short shirts, muscles bulging, carried two overlapping coffins, appearing before Ye Xuan and the others.

"Coffin Carriers..."

When she saw these eight people, the Demon Emperor Di Wu’ai muttered softly.

The Coffin Carriers lineage seemed to have not appeared in the world for a very, very long time.

Yet their appearance here was quite unexpected to her.

"What have they come here for?" Xiong Tun couldn’t help asking in a low voice.

The eight men, looking plain in appearance, stood holding the two coffins in front of the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect’s Mountain Gate.

"Who seeks the Sword Coffin?" one of the men called out loudly.

Ye Xuan glanced in the direction of the west and replied calmly, "Don’t rush."

The eight Coffin Carriers stood there, unmoving, like statues.

Their aura was also very strange, with no sense of cultivation perceptible.

But they had traveled from far-off Xiling to Zhongxuan Mountain overnight.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh————

Just then, a series of sounds of cutting through the air came from the direction of the west.

Boom————

A burly young man exuding murderous aura descended to the ground, slowly straightening his legs, he looked at Ye Xuan and said reverently, "Young master."

The newcomer was none other than Li Kuangtu.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh————

Following Li Kuangtu’s arrival, Zhou Zihuang, Lv Tiangang, Hua Yunzhang, and Zhou Chaolong also descended.

"Father..."

On the East Desolate Island, seeing the arrival of Zhou Zihuang and the others, Zhou Youwei’s eyes lit up, and she flew off the island.

Ye Xuan landed first, nodded in greeting, and then asked, "Where is Old Ning’s body?"

"Here." Li Kuangtu handed the small coffin in his hand to Ye Xuan.

"Ye Xuan, is everything over?" Zhou Zihuang looked around and couldn’t help asking.

On the way here, they had felt those terrifying fluctuations. They had been planning to speed up their approach when they were forced to stop in their tracks by the terrifying sonic waves and wait for them to disappear before flying to this place.

Now, it seemed as if it was all over?

"It’s over," Ye Xuan nodded slightly, taking the small coffin and said calmly, "Wait here for me."

As he spoke, Ye Xuan walked towards the eight Coffin Carriers with the small coffin in hand, opened his right hand, and said, "Bury this man in the Sword Coffin."

"Alright," the first Coffin Carrier on the left nodded slightly.

Boom————

The next moment, the decayed wooden coffin above flew into the sky, while the sword coffin below slowly opened its cover.

The small coffin in Ye Xuan’s right hand flew towards the sword coffin and landed inside.

Silently, the sword coffin closed.

The decayed wooden coffin continued to hover in the sky dome, slowly rotating.

The eight Coffin Carriers, having taken Ning Zongtang’s body into the sword coffin, then rose into the air and started circling around Zhongxuan Mountain.

"Father, Great Ancestor," Zhou Youwei flew up to Zhou Zihuang and said softly.

"Little Youwei."

Seeing Zhou Youwei, Zhou Chaolong and the others let out sighs of relief.

Earlier, they hadn’t seen Zhou Youwei, and their hearts had skipped a beat, but now they were completely at ease.

"Ye Xuan, are they taking Elder Ning’s body away?" Lv Tiangang asked, frowning, as he watched the eight Coffin Carriers leave.

Ye Xuan walked over to the group, shook his head slightly, and said, "They are seeking a suitable burial location for Old Ning."