The Supreme Martial Expert of the Female CEO-Chapter 1602 - 1600: Ye Tusu’s True Identity

"My dear Son-in-law of the Emperor, what brings you here?" At the Martial Training Camp, Ling Feng sat opposite Nameless, happily drinking Hero’s Blood, and Nameless asked with amusement.

Speaking of this, Ling Feng was exasperated: "Don’t mention it, I don’t even know what’s going on, countless families in the Imperial Capital have been sending me invitations, and a large number of people have been sent to give me gifts. I really had no choice but to come here to avoid them. They can’t chase me here, right!"

Nameless laughed: "Now that you are the Son-in-law, you’ve transformed into a phoenix overnight. Naturally, they want to win you over in advance. How does it feel to be a popular figure in the Imperial Capital? Not bad, right?"

"I’d rather not be this popular figure!" Ling Feng said grumpily: "Anyway, I’ve decided to hide here for a few days. Besides, you are going to the Abyssal Battlefield with the Great General. We can leave together then!"

Nameless nodded: "Yes, we did say before that there would be a chance to fight side by side. I didn’t expect it to come true so quickly, it’s really exciting!"

Ling Feng nodded: "Yes, I must thank Her Royal Highness the Princess for this!"

Nameless was taken aback: "What does this have to do with Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

Ling Feng didn’t explain. Instead, he put down his glass and said with a smile: "After we finish drinking, let’s have a little competition. I’ve always felt you didn’t use your full strength last time."

"We can spar, but you mustn’t use that move again, or most of the Martial Training Camp will be destroyed by you. Let’s keep it to friendly competition," Nameless said, still feeling a slight shiver thinking of Ling Feng’s move, Silent Obliteration of All Things.

If it weren’t for Ling Feng’s realm being inadequate at the time, he wouldn’t have been able to withstand that move!

Ling Feng smiled wryly and said: "That move is a huge burden on me too, and I can’t use it easily. If I hadn’t been pushed to the brink by you, I wouldn’t have used it!"

"Alright, let’s go and practice!"

...

The Son-in-law of the Emperor hid inside the Martial Training Camp and showed no signs of coming out, much to the disappointment of those who wanted to take the opportunity to draw Ling Feng to their side.

The only one who might be happy would be the Murong Family.

"What? Xiao Yu is Ling Feng’s long-lost sister?" Patriarch Murong frowned slightly: "Is it really such a coincidence?"

Murong Xingguang said solemnly: "That’s not quite the case, father. Xiao Yu just looks a lot like Ling Feng’s long-lost sister, but Xiao Yu was too young back then to remember anything, so... Ling Feng wanted to recognize Xiao Yu as a sworn sister, and I agreed!"

Patriarch Murong squinted: "Xiao Yu has been in our Murong House for over thirty years, and her appearance has changed a lot. How could she possibly look like the Son-in-law’s long-lost sister?"

Murong Xingguang shrugged: "How would I know, but I think this is a shortcut to getting closer to Ling Feng. Besides, Xiao Yu is my maid, and she’s not an important figure in our Murong Family. If it helps build a good relationship with Ling Feng, why not?"

Patriarch Murong nodded, suddenly eyeing Murong Xingguang: "Ling Feng took your place as Son-in-law. Do you really feel no resentment or dissatisfaction towards him?"

Murong Xingguang shook his head: "He didn’t take it, the Princess chose him. Although I don’t know what criteria the Princess uses to choose, I know that besides His Majesty the Demon King and the Demon Queen, no one can influence her decision!"

"It’s good that you think that way," Patriarch Murong said solemnly: "Quickly accepting reality is a sign of maturity! When competing for the Son-in-law position, you can go all out, but once the dust settles, whether you succeed or fail, you must move on!"

Originally, Patriarch Murong was worried that his proud son might be hit hard, or even resent Ling Feng, but Murong Xingguang’s reaction left him satisfied.

"Ling Feng is likely to become an important rising force in the Royal Court and will be an important left arm and right arm to His Majesty the Demon King. We must cultivate a good relationship with him!" Patriarch Murong said solemnly: "As for you... I will choose a suitable woman from the Imperial Capital to be your wife..."

"There’s no need for that now!" Murong Xingguang’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said: "Father, although I’ve come to terms with my setback, there’s still some disappointment in my heart. I think... let’s hold off on this matter, no rush!"

He was still thinking of a way to openly bring Xiao Yu home, so how could he agree to his father’s proposal at this time?

Patriarch Murong nodded: "Very well, but life events need to be considered carefully. When I find a suitable woman for you, I will let you know."

Murong Xingguang twitched his mouth: "Thank you, father."

At night, a black wind swept silently through the calm Royal Beast Garden, disappearing before anyone noticed.

Deep within the Royal Beast Garden, in a large iron cage, lay a massive Black Dragon. This Black Dragon, captured by Situ Xing, was enduring the torture of iron chains, yet it had no strength left.

"What a miserable sight!" At this moment, a frivolous voice echoed: "My dear uncle, as an Elder of the Black Dragon Lineage, you were captured by an Abyssal Being, a disgrace to our lineage!"

The Black Dragon lifted its eyelids and looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of it, letting out a low growl: "Ye Tusu, how did you come here? Aren’t you afraid of being caught?"

The one who came before the Black Dragon was indeed Ye Tusu, exuding a sinister yet powerful aura.

He retorted disdainfully: "Being caught, me? I’m not as incompetent as you, uncle. If I want to leave, unless His Majesty the Demon King acts personally, no one in this world can hold me down!"

The Black Dragon squinted: "Ye Tusu, you indeed have special abilities, but underestimating the world will surely lead to regret!"

Ye Tusu sneered: "I don’t know if I’ll regret it, but dear uncle, you must be in great pain now, aren’t you? What was the point of this? If you had agreed with my father’s ideas, how could you have fallen into the hands of the Abyss Tribespeople?"

"Agree with you?" The Black Dragon sneered: "Agree with your betrayal of the Dragon God?"

"The Dragon God is dead!" Ye Tusu said coldly: "The Dragon Clan is without a leader, and my Black Dragon Lineage is the strongest among the dragon clans. We have the responsibility and duty to rejuvenate the Dragon Clan! Uncle, if you tell me the location of that dragon, I can have my father send people to rescue you!"

The Black Dragon shook its head: "You are blinded by desire and no longer fit to be a descendant of the Dragon Clan. Go, even if I die, I won’t tell you!"