The Dragon's Son-in-Law

The overseas territories are vast and boundless.

The Daoist Youquan left the Central Land, transforming into a faint, blood-red haze that skimmed low over the sea.

The Unseen the faint pull from the source of the Blood God Scripture, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes changing direction, it was like chasing an invisible thread on a vast ocean.

The Great Dao of the Blood Sea, though extremely Yin and filthy, is subtly connected to the Qi and Blood of all living beings under heaven.

When a practitioner of this path dies, the "mark" left by their true spirit in the Blood Sea will become blurred and ethereal with each reincarnation.

However, for the Youquan, which originates from the same source and has already condensed the [Supreme Nether Underworld Spring Dharma Body],...

As long as the distance isn't so vast as to cross an unimaginable chasm, there will always be a faint, elusive sense of connection.

However, this perception was greatly interfered with in overseas locations.

The Spiritual Qi overseas is vastly different from that of the Central Land. It is rich in water resources, dotted with islands, and contains countless hidden realms, alien races, and ancient traditions lurking in the deep sea, clouds, and even the crevices of the void.

When the flow of Qi is mixed and disordered, it can naturally disrupt many Secret Method of tracking.

When traveling through the Youquan, one often needs to stop and sense the subtle fluctuations that are obscured by layers of chaotic energy.

Over the course of several months, he passed through several large islands. The auras of the cultivators on these islands varied, some righteous, some malevolent, some strong, some weak. Upon seeing a lone, strange cultivator like himself, many were wary and even probing.

When faced with those who blocked the way, questioned, or harbored ill intentions, Youquan was also very direct. With a single stroke of his Blood Sea, he transformed their Essence Blood, Divine Soul into nourishment for the Blood Sea. His actions were ruthless and decisive, leaving no room for future trouble, which deterred many of the secret agents.

They traveled for about three months in this tortuous manner, crossing several chaotic seas known for their danger.

The sensation finally became clear and stable, pointing northwest to a vast sea area shrouded in thick fog year-round.

Youquan's spirits lifted, and he quickened his pace.

After passing through the thick, cotton-like gray-white sea fog, the view suddenly opened up before us.

The Azure Sky was a clear, bright blue, and the sea was as calm as a giant piece of jade, its shimmering waves reflecting the sunlight, pure and untouched by any dust.

In the Fang Hai meets the sky, seven islands of varying sizes are arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper.

The island is covered with verdant mountains, cascading waterfalls and flowing springs, and mythical birds and animals roam freely in the forests and springs, creating a magnificent fairyland scene. The richness of its Spiritual Qi far surpasses that of any overseas island I have ever seen before.

The seawater surrounding the seven islands in the central area is a warm, peculiar color between blue and gold. Beneath the surface, the outlines of a vast and magnificent palace complex can be vaguely seen, with pearls as lamps, corals as ornaments, and countless palaces of shells and pearls.

Occasionally, there are patrolling sea yakshas clad in scales and half-human, half-fish, while there are also cultivators who ride water and clouds and possess extraordinary auras coming and going.

"Seven Stars Surrounding the Moon Sea, the outer vassal state of the Dragon Clan [Jade Jade Palace] ----" Youquan's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly as he recognized the origin of this place.

Before leaving, he obtained a lot of intelligence about overseas forces from the original body.

This Jade Jade Palace was built by a branch of the Dragon Clan.

Although not a top-tier power like the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace, it is still the undisputed overlord of the surrounding seas, ruling over hundreds of thousands of miles of sea territory. With a true dragon guarding it, ordinary forces dare not provoke it.

That clear, authentic Blood Sea sensation belonging to the old True Person originated from the island ranked "Tianquan" among the seven main islands.

Youquan concealed his aura, completely suppressing his domineering blood light, transforming into an inconspicuous gray streak of light, blending into the crowd of passing cultivators, and approaching Tianquan Island.

The island was even more bustling than it appeared from afar. The streets were paved with pure white sea jade, and shops lined both sides, selling rare sea treasures, spirit medicine, and magical Law Artifact. Cultivators and transformed aquatic creatures mingled together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Following its senses, Youquan wandered through streets and alleys, eventually arriving at a serene area near the center of the island.

The pavilions here are even more exquisite, occupy a vast area, and are shrouded in Formation Art, making it difficult for outsiders to approach.

At the entrance stood guards dressed in standard blue scale armor, their auras sharp and capable. The armor was engraved with the emblem of the Jade Jade Palace —a blue dragon scale encircling water ripples.

Hidden in a secluded teahouse in the distance, the Youquan's secrets are revealed. Looking out the window, one's gaze pierces through the Formation Art's shimmering Flowing Light, imperceptible to ordinary cultivators, and lands on a refined little building nestled deep within the mansion, overlooking the water.

On the small building's terrace, a figure stood leaning against the railing.

He was a young man who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe with cloud patterns and a small jade crown. He had a handsome face and gentle eyes. He was gazing at the clear stream below, which was winding and dotted with water lilies, lost in thought.

His aura was pure, with the gentle and agile qualities unique to water elements. His cultivation level was around the Qi Refining Seventh Layer, with a solid foundation, clearly indicating that he followed the orthodox Xuanmen path.

However, in Youquan's blood-red vision, beneath the youth's pure water-elemental spiritual light, there was a faint, extremely hidden, dark red mark that was almost integrated with the origin of his Divine Soul.

It is Blood Sea imprint that even the reincarnation of a true spirit of a cultivator of the Blood God Scripture cannot completely erase!

The mark is now enveloped and suppressed by a gentle yet powerful aura of water-based dragon energy.

If one's perception of the shared origin of the Youquan were not extremely acute, it would be almost impossible to detect.

"Found it----"

Youquan murmured to himself, a complex emotion flashing in his blood-red eyes.

The young man before me was completely different from the old True Person I remembered, in terms of appearance, temperament, and cultivation.

The power of reincarnation has washed away too much of the past.

Only that deep-seated mark of the Blood Sea remains.

But then, Youquan frowned.

Although the young man seemed free, there were at least four Foundation Establishment level auras subtly locking onto the small building, and a faint dragon's might enveloped the entire mansion area.

As the young man leaned against the railing, his eyes appeared calm, but deep within them lingered a trace of bewilderment and a faint melancholy.

At that moment, a commotion arose from the direction of the main gate of the mansion.

A procession of honor escorted a magnificent carriage crafted from precious "Azure Water Jade" as it slowly approached.

The chariot was pulled by four Jade Water Hornless Flood Dragon scales, each with a single horn on its head, resembling a dragon!

The carriage stopped in front of the mansion. The beaded curtain was lifted, and a woman dressed in a turquoise palace gown, wearing a phoenix crown adorned with filigree and kingfisher feathers, with a beautiful face yet exuding an air of majesty, stepped down gracefully.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with exquisite features and snow-white skin.

But as she walked, a dragon's might was faintly revealed, and her eyes shone with a captivating charm, clearly indicating that she was a dragon girl with extremely pure dragon blood.

The servants and stewards of the manor had already come out to greet her, bowing respectfully. "Greetings, Seventh Princess."

The Dragon Girl nodded slightly, her gaze fixed on the direction of the small building. A gentle smile appeared on her lips, and her voice was clear and melodious. "Is the Prince Consort here?"

"Your Highness, the Prince Consort is currently enjoying the scenery at the Linxi Pavilion."

The Dragon Girl said no more and, surrounded by the crowd, walked straight towards the small building.

The guards and servants along the way bowed deeply, not daring to look directly at him.

Youquan clearly saw from the teahouse that when the dragon girl appeared, the young man on the terrace of the small building, who was the reincarnation of an old True Person, stiffened almost imperceptibly.

He quickly suppressed his melancholy, a gentle and polite smile appearing on his face, and turned to greet them as they went downstairs.

A moment later, in the living room of the small building.

The dragon girl and the young man sat facing each other. After a maid served fragrant tea, she quietly withdrew.

"Xuanming, the wedding is in three days. Everything in the palace has been prepared."

My father asked me to ask you again if there's anything else you need.

"Or... is there still unease in your heart?" The Dragon Girl gazed at the young man, her tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable concern and... a faint scrutiny.

The young man, known as "Xuanming," held the teacup in both hands, his fingertips tightening until his knuckles turned white, but his smile was impeccable, "Thank you for your concern, Princess, and thank you for your kindness, His Majesty the Dragon King."

Xuanming —had no other desires.

To be favored by the princess and marry into the Jade Jade Palace is already a stroke of good fortune.

He paused, his voice softening further. "But this sudden change in status, coupled with my lifelong cultivation and now entering the palace to receive such a great favor, fills me with—truly trembling with fear and trepidation."

Upon hearing this, the Dragon Girl's scrutiny faded, replaced by a hint of pity. She said softly, "You need not be afraid. Your father values your naturally Pure Water Physique and your simple and honest nature, which aligns with the Cultivation Method of my Dragon Clan."

After we get married, you can use any of the resources of the Jade Jade Palace, and you will be able to refine yourself with dragon blood, making the path to the Great Dao a certainty.

Although the overseas world is vast, very few people have the fortuitous opportunity it.

"Xuanming understand." The young man lowered his head, looking at the emerald green tea in his cup, the rising steam blurring his vision.

"Three days from now, I will personally come to fetch you to the palace." The Dragon Girl rose, giving him one last, deep look before leaving. "Rest assured and await your marriage. From this day forward, Jade Jade Palace will be your home."

After the dragon maiden's procession left, the mansion returned to silence.

The young man returned alone to the balcony of the small building, stood by the railing, and his figure appeared somewhat thin in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He gazed silently at the stream for a long time before letting out a very soft sigh.

In that sigh, there was bewilderment and resignation.

There was also a trace of weariness and resistance, buried deep within his Divine Soul, which he himself could not explain.

In the distance, at the teahouse, Youquan slowly withdrew his gaze, his blood-red eyes filled with a deep, unfathomable darkness.

Found it.

The reincarnation of the old True Person, named "Xuanming," possessed a naturally Pure Water Physique and was chosen by the Dragon King of the Jade Jade Palace to be the horse of the seventh princess.

Three days later would be the day for the grand wedding and entry into the palace.

Between Youquan's fingers, a thin, blood-red thread quietly appeared and then vanished without a sound.

He picked up the long-cooled spiritual tea from the table, took a small sip, and a cold, sinister smile curved his blood-red lips.

"The Dragon Son-in-Law? A Grand Wedding?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Within the territory of the Jade Jade Palace, three hundred miles Tianquan Island, lies a hidden cave beneath a desolate reef.

A faint smell of blood lingered in the damp air, not yet completely dissipated.

Two corpses clad in blue-scaled inner guard armor lay in a corner, emaciated, as if their Essence Blood had been drained by some domineering force, leaving only a thin layer of skin clinging to their bones, their eye sockets sunken, retaining the extreme fear and bewilderment before their death.

The tokens representing their status as guards of the Jade Jade Palace, along with several water-based magical Law Artifact, were currently floating in front of Daoist Youquan, being wrapped and analyzed by strands of fine, blood-red threads.

Youquan sat cross-legged on a slightly dry rock, his crimson Daoist robe spotless. He toyed with a piece of information that had just been extracted from the corpse's memories, and the usual wicked smile on his lips was now mixed with a hint of amusement and cold understanding.

"I see----"

He muttered to himself, then rubbed his fingers together, and the fragments turned to dust.

"One son-in-law a year, the princess remains, the grooms come and go."

This seventh princess of the Jade Jade Palace truly has a fine physique.

For nearly thirty years, the seventh princess of the Jade Jade Palace, known for her beauty and "gentleness," has taken in a young and talented human as her husband almost every year.

These princes-in-law were all exceptionally talented.

However, these horses that marry into the family in such a glorious way often disappear silently within a year of marriage for various reasons, such as "advancing too quickly in cultivation Qi Deviation", "unfortunately dying while exploring a secret realm", or "falling ill from homesickness and dying in depression".

Soon after, the Seventh Princess will begin selecting new horses again.

This cycle repeats itself endlessly, becoming a fixed pattern.

The reincarnation of the old True Person, "Xuanming," is the latest one, and their wedding is in three days.

"The marriage proposal is a pretense; the real purpose is to cultivate some evil technique that requires a special physique as a catalyst." A blood-red light flashed in Youquan's eyes, revealing his true intentions.

"This could be an opportunity—"

Youquan gently tapped his knee with his knuckles, his thoughts racing.

If Xuanming were merely a common man being chosen as a son-in-law, Jade Jade Palace would likely be heavily guarded.

However, if it's a "disposable" marriage, then they certainly won't care that much.

"However," Youquan narrowed his blood-red eyes, sensing the vast and boundless dragon might emanating from the direction of the main palace of the Jade Jade Palace in the distance, where there was at least one true dragon equivalent to the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.

"To directly confront a true dragon at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, my body is still a bit too frail."

He now wields the Great Dao of the Blood Sea and possesses boundless potential, but his cultivation period is relatively short, and his Dharma Body cultivation is only equivalent to the Foundation Establishment Early Stage.

Facing a true Dragon Clan at the Foundation Establishment, coupled with the Dragon Palace Formation and numerous helpers, a direct assault would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

With this thought in mind, Youquan's gaze narrowed slightly, and his consciousness sank into the depths of his Purple Mansion.

The ancient and mysterious [Law Technique Panel] quietly appeared, its light shimmering.

A brand new line of text, shimmering with a dark red glow, gradually became clear, as if slowly drawn by an invisible brush: [Blood God Son].