"Haha..."
Upon entering the Xuanyuan Family's Divine City, Xuanyuan Ting could no longer hold back his laughter. He knew they had struck gold.
Less than three months after breaking through to the Saint Realm, he had already entered the Dharma Form Realm. If such a heaven-shaking talent failed to become a Martial Emperor in the future, there would be no justice in heaven. Compared to that, the terms offered by the Zhou Family were nothing but bullshit.
Even if the Zhou Family could prolong the life of the Xuanyuan Family's Imperial Weapon, it would only last several thousand years—at most ten thousand.
A Martial Emperor lived for at least a hundred thousand years. Even if the Xuanyuan Family lost its Imperial Weapon, with a Martial Emperor son-in-law, who would dare provoke them just because they no longer had one?
"Second Brother, what are you laughing about? Don't tell me that brat isn't dead?"
Xuanyuan Tao looked at his second brother, Xuanyuan Ting, in confusion. When he had first heard that something had happened to Wei Fan, Xuanyuan Ting had flown into a rage. Yet after making a trip to the ancestral land, he had returned laughing. He had probably learned something that confirmed Wei Fan was unharmed.
Xuanyuan Ting nodded. "He's fine. He's already returned to Saint City. Third Brother, I'm warning you again: stop thinking about breaking them apart. If Eldest Brother doesn't whip you, I will."
No one could understand his excitement, because he could not reveal that Wei Fan had already attained Dharma Form cultivation. The talent Wei Fan had displayed before was already enough to keep many people awake at night. If they learned that he had become a Dharma Form Martial Saint in such a short time, many would exhaust every possible means to kill