No One Wants to Be a Son-in-Law, An Unremarkable Entrance
Ling Xiao was dumbfounded. He repeatedly confirmed that the woman was indeed holding the Origin-Devouring Beast.
The woman's identity was also revealed: the beloved daughter of the Mysterious Yellow Hall and the Master of the Mystic Heaven Realm.
How did the Origin-Devouring Beast end up in her hands?
Ling Xiao frowned inwardly. It seemed that Xuan Nü really liked the Devouring Origin-Devouring Beast and couldn't put it down, even holding it in her arms on such an occasion.
So now the question is, how can he get the Origin-Devouring Beast back?
Tricky!
This is too tricky!
After his initial excitement, Ling Xiao fell into deep thought.
I never dreamed I'd encounter Origin-Devouring Beast here.
"Palace Master, if I could become the King of Divine Generals and make a small, perhaps a bit excessive, request of the Mysterious Yellow Hall, would she agree?"
Ling Xiao patted Dao Wuya and asked in a low voice.
"Excessive demands? That depends on how excessive they are."
Dao Wuya paused for a moment, then looked at Ling Xiao strangely.
"Ye Chen, you wouldn't have taken a fancy to the Mysterious Yellow Hall, would you? Well, it's understandable. The Mysterious Yellow Hall is top-notch in both appearance and family background; no one in the entire Mysterious Heaven Realm can compare to him."
If I could win her heart, it would be the same as becoming the Lord of the Realm's son-in-law, saving me from countless lifetimes of struggle, and I could roam freely throughout the entire Mysterious Heaven Realm...
Dao Wuya gave him an "I understand" look, which seemed rather ambiguous.
"Your Highness, you're overthinking it. I have no such intention at all."
Ling Xiao was speechless. He had only said one sentence, and the old palace master had already made so many connections.
Do you think I, Ling Xiao, am a man who lives off women and climbs the social ladder through them?
To be the son-in-law of the realm lord—wouldn't that make him a live-in son-in-law?
Bah! I wouldn't even be a dog if I were a live-in son-in-law.
"That's good. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Forget about becoming the King of Gods. Just help me defeat the Eighth Divine Palace and vent my anger. That will make me completely satisfied!"
Dao Wuya stroked his beard and laughed, "Take this as a joke. Putting everything else aside, becoming the King of Gods is already a dream come true."
He didn't have high expectations for Ling Xiao; he just wanted him to improve a little compared to before.
"Ye Chen, you're overthinking things. Even if you become the King of Divine Generals, the Palace Master might not even notice you."
The Greedy Wolf God General chuckled and approached, overhearing their conversation, and decided to join in as well.
"If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."
Ling Xiao glared at him fiercely. This jerk's emotional intelligence was ridiculously low. It was one thing to argue with Shen Wuxu, but now he was actually arguing with him.
It seems I didn't hit him hard enough last time.
"Some people dream of becoming the King of Gods before the competition has even started. I advise them to be more realistic and think about the competition first."
At this moment, Houtu to the side, spoke in a sinister tone, her words carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"What's there to think about regarding the competition? Just focus on winning, isn't that enough?"
Ling Xiao replied casually and continued his conversation with Dao Wuya, inquiring about the rules of the competition.
After some research, I finally understood the rules of the King of Gods competition.
First, in the first stage of the competition, apart from the previous champion of the Divine Generals who does not need to participate, the remaining eleven Divine Generals will each have to fight ten rounds in turn.
Each of them must fight against ten other divine generals besides themselves.
Finally, the general with the most wins will challenge the reigning champion.
"There are no tricks; it's all about individual strength. The strong are never afraid of battle. Only by defeating all opponents can one reach the pinnacle!"
Dao Wuya, unusually serious, gave Ling Xiao some instructions.
Ling Xiao nodded, saying nothing more. He felt a little regretful; without a large-scale melee, he couldn't fight against many opponents, which greatly reduced his advantages.
At this point, after delivering a speech thanking the guests and giving various official introductions, the Mysterious Yellow Hall quickly got to the main topic.
The various Divine Hall arrived one after another, not daring to be negligent.
Among these people, Ling Xiao also saw Ren Xiantian the True Demon Palace, and the First Divine General, the Night Demon God.
The third clone Mo Li Jin, was still cultivating, as was the Celestial Divine Hall. Primordial Dao Lord used cultivation as an excuse not to come along.
Next, after a series of tedious preparatory activities, the competition officially began.
Ling Xiao sat quietly on the sidelines. It wasn't his turn to go on stage yet, so he could only wait and see what kind of opponents he was going to face.
After some observation, he discovered that there was also a small dividing line in the strength among the divine generals.
Most of the generals from the lower-ranked Divine Hall are at the eighth level of the Great Dao, and their strengths are not significantly different.
The battles are often intense and closely fought, with neither side gaining a clear advantage, and it can take a long time to determine a winner.
The strength of the top-ranking Divine Hall has changed; some have mastered nine transcendent powers, making them extremely powerful.
These divine generals are geniuses among geniuses, the best in their respective realms, and even those a realm higher possess extraordinary combat power.
Above that is the King of Gods, who has won the championship multiple times.
Considering that he was only at the sixth level of the Great Dao, Ling Xiao felt that taking first place would indeed not be an easy task.
Just as he was lost in thought, the host of the competition began announcing the next battle.
"Next match: Xian Kelai from the Tenth Divine Palace versus Ye Chen from the Seventh Divine Palace."
As this announcement was made, a magnificent man dressed in white stepped out from the Tenth Divine Palace.
He didn't seem like a divine general; he was more like a charming, womanizing young master from a noble family.
In comparison, Ye Chen, the protagonist template that Ling Xiao transformed into, seems rather ordinary.
As soon as the two appeared, the surrounding onlookers immediately became excited.
"Huh, the Seventh Divine Palace has changed its leadership?"
"It seems they've lost too many times; their former number one general has fallen."
The generals from the other Divine Hall were all familiar faces from the previous session, but Ling Xiao someone no one had ever seen before, and everyone became curious.
The powerful figures from the various Divine Hall also looked on with curiosity, their expressions of disdain growing stronger.
"Has the Seventh Divine Palace gone mad? At least Shen Wuxu, but this guy looks completely unremarkable, a total loser."
"Don't judge a book by its cover; perhaps this person is a hidden master."
Some people made this deduction, but when Ling Xiao released the six streams of transcendent power, it immediately caused an uproar.
"A sixth-level cultivator at the half-step Great Dao? Are you kidding me? The lowest level here is eighth-level. What's a sixth-level cultivator doing here?"
"This is outrageous!"
The gods were immediately displeased, feeling they had been greatly insulted.
"Dao Wuya, you're really getting worse with age. The successive blows have driven you out of your mind."
Yun Canghai shook his head and chuckled, his gaze filled with pity; he even began to feel sorry for his old rival.
Mysterious Yellow Hall, the Xuan Nü sat quietly on her throne, gazing at Ling Xiao on the battle platform with a curious expression.
"What does the Seventh Divine Palace mean? Is this a protest against unfair competition...?"