Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1311: Troops at the City Gates

Shushan suddenly became bustling with activity.

Elders down to the doorman Disciple were discussing the events of the morning.

Rumors.

A helicopter landed in the courtyard in front of Shushan’s Nine Star Treasury Palace.

A woman descended from it, claiming she would make the Sect Leader commit suicide.

To Shushan, which was at its peak, this was nothing but a joke.

Many Disciples talked about it as a topic of leisure conversation, chatting privately.

Making the Sect Leader of Shushan commit suicide?

Fools dreaming.

Over the years, Shushan’s supreme honor had been etched into their hearts.

Every person from Shushan carried arrogance.

An arrogance that was inherent from birth.

In their eyes, there were only two types of sects in the world.

Shushan, and the others.

Including the Elders, everyone appeared very optimistic.

"Do you think the imperial lineage is mad, or just stupid?" Johan Yarrow stood among the crowd, sneering with scorn: "To dare to come to our Shushan territory and demand our Sect Leader’s suicide? What a grandiose joke!"

"Truth be told, I am quite looking forward to the imperial lineage bringing their so-called..."

"Their so-called million-strong army!"

Laughter erupted amongst the crowd.

The Elders of Shushan didn’t feel the slightest sense of impending disaster, rather, they were filled with anticipation.

This was the confidence given by a thousand years of history and the confidence rooted in centuries of being a top sect.

Imperial lineage?

Insignificant riffraff.

"Right! Right! Right!" Johan Yarrow repeated the word "right" three times, laughing so hard he was bent over backward. "If not for the elder brother stopping him, the Sect Leader might have already chopped that woman into halves! I really wonder who gave the imperial lineage the courage to provoke us in Shushan!"

"Maybe some female pop star, I bet." Everyone joked around.

Someone coming to Shushan, demanding the Sect Leader’s suicide, was like an ant claiming it could kill an elephant.

An absurd tale.

After chatting for a while, the Elders paid it no further mind.

Such trivial matters were not worth mentioning.

The Sect Leader would naturally handle it.

It was not their concern.

After hearing Norbert Yarrow’s explanation, Ellison Yarrow was briefly puzzled but soon dismissed it from his mind.

In his view, the matter was mostly fabricated.

Perhaps it was just a tale concocted by cowardly ancestors from Norbert Yarrow’s family.

The secret of Gate of Heaven and Earth’s disappearance, unfound for centuries.

If it had been destroyed by the imperial lineage, how come there was never a mention?

With this thought, Ellison Yarrow returned to his room, pondering how to retaliate against the imperial lineage.

Time passed by little by little.

Before long, it was already afternoon.

It seemed—

The people of Shushan had long forgotten the words spoken by that female officer.

After dinner, everyone was busy with their own matters.

The three originally sent out for revenge also stayed in Shushan due to Norbert Yarrow’s sickness.

"What do you think that imperial lineage really is?"

At the mountain gate, the Disciple responsible for guarding it chatted with a companion.

Their status was low, only fit to guard the gate.

Usually, they had no right to enter the main summit and were the lowest level of outer Disciples.

But word of the imperial lineage’s declaration of war had already spread.

Even the doorman Disciples knew about it.

"Who knows what that is, but daring to clash with our Shushan to death, aren’t they immensely idle? They must be out of their minds," one of them said disdainfully.

"Eh, someone’s coming!"

While chatting, one of them pointed towards the distance: "Is that a person? My eyes are not great."

"It seems... like a person." Another tried to block the blaring sunlight with a hand.

"Who could it be at this time?"

The sun sets in the west.

Under the twilight.

One person, one horse, slowly approached Shushan.

As one of the top sects in the world, Shushan often had visitors.

But the visiting hours were mostly in the morning.

Hardly anyone came at this time.

At night, even Shushan needed to rest; the Elders and Sect Leader were all busy with their matters, and visitors would basically be turned away.

"Later, do we collect money as usual, or just drive them away?"

The slightly younger one asked.

They may just be gatekeepers, the least of all Shu Mountain disciples.

Yet after all, they still carry the name of Shu Mountain.

An official is nothing compared to someone in actual charge.

Many people wishing to visit Shu Mountain must pay these little devils for entry.

Otherwise, should the gatekeeping disciples delay even a little, it won’t just be time that’s lost, but opportunities too!

Those who come to Shu Mountain aren’t short of money and come seeking favor from Shu Mountain.

Asking for money is nearly an unwritten rule.

"First, demand some cash, then chase them away!"

His companion muttered under their breath.

Those who visit Shu Mountain are wealthy or noble without exception.

If they belong to a major sect, they wouldn’t dare do this. Not only would they need to report the visit immediately, they must also greet them with a smile.

But if it’s a minor sect, that’s a different story.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Five minutes later, the figure finally approached.

It wasn’t until this moment, under the strong light of the sunset, that the two could clearly see the man’s attire.

The man was dressed in a suit of golden armor, with a matching brilliant helmet.

The battle horse he straddled was lively, enveloped in a layer of silver armor.

A Mont Horse, spirited and vigorous!

The War God among horses.

"I’m here to pick something up."

Hearing the conversation, the man reined in his battle horse, speaking calmly, "Is there a problem?"

"Pick something up? What thing?" the two gatekeeping disciples asked impatiently: "Don’t you know the rules?"

Without even a single servant, he looked like he could be poor.

Such a person, not worthy to step upon Shu Mountain.

"There are some things you’re not qualified to know," the man said coldly.

As he spoke, his battle horse began to neigh wildly.

Restless.

"Widow, quiet down!"

As if understanding the man’s words, the battle horse became a bit more serene.

However, its two front hooves still seemed restless.

"Kid, this is Shu Mountain! Open your eyes wide and see clearly!" A gatekeeping disciple pointed to a signboard behind him and huffed, "If you want to pretend, at least choose the right place! Shu Mountain will not tolerate your insolence!"

Although a doorman is the most humble, the least prestigious position,

The special geographical position they occupy has made it quite a lucrative job.

To ascend the mountain, passing the gate is a necessity.

The profits are substantial.

"Shu Mountain, huh?" The man raised his head slightly, chuckling, "Shu Mountain is but a speck of dust in history, not worthy of mention."

"Arrogant!"

A gatekeeping disciple shouted harshly: "Today, you won’t be able to leave even if you want to!"

As soon as the words fell, the ground began to tremble.

"What’s that sound?"

The two doormen noticed something was off and looked at each other.

One of them surveyed the distance and suddenly exclaimed with surprise, "Look, what’s that? A dark mass, is it a cloud?"

"That’s impossible! The sun is still out; how could there be a cloud?"

The other person looked as well.

In the distance, the shadow was like a Black Cloud.

But the speed was a bit too fast.

The ground was shaking more and more violently!

"That’s not a cloud!"

All of a sudden, one of the Shu Mountain disciples opened his mouth wide, pointing into the distance.

"That... that’s a person!"

Cavalry!

A dense and heavy Cavalry!

Like a cloud!

Approaching as if covering the sky!

At the gates of the city!

"The sun has set."

The man tilted his head slightly, glancing at the sky!

The sunset had already descended.

Puchi!

His spear in hand swept across!

The two gatekeepers didn’t even have time to realize what had happened.

Their bodies were already separated from their heads.

Steaming blood spattered onto the sign marked ’Shu Mountain’ at the entrance.

And then, it dripped down.