All Chapters of Lucky Son in Law: Chapter 61
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Chapter 61: Dragon Cultivator 1
Above the mountain peak, the clouds were a brilliant white against the azure sky. Lucas could feel the power of the Dragon Blood artifact coursing through his veins, his muscles rippling and expanding as they absorbed its energy. He bit his lip against the searing pain, feeling as if his very bones were being reshaped."Agh... it hurts so much... I can't take it anymore," Lucas muttered through gritted teeth, as he fell to his knees. He could feel his skin peeling away, revealing the raw, red flesh beneath. He retched violently, blood and bile spewing from his mouth.As the transformation reached its peak, Lucas gasped as scales began to sprout from his skin, shimmering in the sunlight. They were a deep, iridescent black, and they seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The pain was unbearable, and Lucas screamed in agony as the scales tore through his flesh.The scales quickly receded, leaving Lucas's skin smooth once more, but he could feel that his body was forever changed. He
Chapter 62: Dragon Cultivator 2
The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, as the corpses of a hundred men lay strewn about the chamber. The Patriarch of the Iron Blood family stood amidst the carnage, his breathing heavy and labored. He had not anticipated the Virgin Tears artifact to be so difficult to control."Stand back!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the stone walls. His index finger twitched involuntarily, and he could feel the dark energy of the artifact coursing through his veins."What's happening to me?" he muttered, his eyes wide with fear. He had always been a man of steel, never wavering in the face of danger. But now, he felt his body slipping away from him, as if it were no longer his own.The Patriarch's fingertips began to blacken, and his eye took on the slitted pupil of a cat. He let out a roar of frustration, his neck veins bulging and his face reddening as he fought against the power of the artifact.But it was no use. The Virgin Tears continued to seep into his body, until he was
Chapter 63: Dragon Cultivator 3
Near the thundering waterfall, the beautiful and petite Mei lay asleep, her short hair splayed out around her like a halo. She was a True Immortal, and as such, her senses were heightened. Suddenly, she bolted awake, her eyes snapping open as she felt a powerful aura approaching.Mei sat up, her heart pounding in her chest as she scanned the area for any signs of danger. That's when she saw him - a figure descending from the sky, his wings spread wide and his aura radiating like the sun. It was Lucas."Lucas!" Mei cried out, her voice echoing through the canyon. "What are you doing here?"Lucas landed gracefully on the ground, his wings folding behind him. "Mei, I need your help," he said, his voice urgent. "I've absorbed three Dragon Blood artifacts, and I need the Dragon Hearth that's hidden behind this waterfall."Mei's eyes widened in surprise. "But Lucas, I was assigned by my master to protect that artifact. It's too dangerous to fall into the wrong hands."Lucas nodded solemnly.
Chapter 64: Dragon Cultivator 4
A deafening explosion ripped through the air, shaking the earth beneath their feet. The once lush and vibrant forest was now a smoldering crater, filled with plumes of smoke that choked the sky. The Patriarch of the Iron Blood clan stood triumphantly at the center of the destruction, his eyes gleaming with a twisted pleasure."Behold, the power of the Dragon God!" he roared, his voice echoing through the desolate landscape.The nearby village was in chaos, as the terrified villagers scrambled to escape the wrath of the Iron Blood clan. A man in the crowd stood frozen, his legs unable to move as he watched the monstrous figure approach. He was a human with a half-dragon form, a rare and feared breed in this world.The Dragon God's wings sent dust flying as he landed before the man, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity."Do you believe in God?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.The man nodded, his voice trembling as he replied, "I do.""And who is your God?" the Dragon God sneer
Chapter 65: The Descent of the True Dragon
The silence following the Dragon God’s departure was not empty; it was heavy with the weight of new power. Lucas stood alone, his eyes closed, listening to the new rhythm within his chest. The Dragon Heart didn’t just beat; it pulsated like a miniature sun, pumping pure, golden dragon blood through his veins.With a thought, his back erupted in agonizing heat. Two massive, pitch black wings sharp as obsidian and vast enough to eclipse the moon unfurled from his shoulders. He flexed them once, feeling the air bend to his will, before mentally commanding them to vanish. They dissolved into smoke, receding back into his skin.He was no longer a mere cultivator. He had transcended the True Immortal Realm."Let’s see what this new blood can do," Lucas whispered. He raised his hand, summoning his signature Black Ice. But this time, it was different. Dark, crystalline flames began to dance atop the ice. It was a paradox a frozen fire that didn’t just burn the flesh, but devoured the very ess
Chapter 66: The Encounter of Two Dragons
The continent was no longer a place of life; it was a map of scars.Lucas soared through the clouds at the speed of sound, his black wings cutting the air with a sharp, rhythmic hum. Below him, the landscape was unrecognizable. Giant craters pockmarked the fertile plains, and villages that had stood for centuries were now nothing more than flattened timber and ash. The metallic scent of blood and the heavy fog of despair hung thick in the air, rising like a foul mist from the earth.In the distance, the horizon distorted. Lucas narrowed his eyes, his draconic vision locking onto a figure hovering above a small mountain town. It was the Patriarch of the Iron Blood.The Patriarch looked like a demon from a fever dream. His skin had turned a bruised, obsidian black, and his eyes glowed with a sickening, manic red light. He held his hand toward the sky, and using massive telekinetic force, he had uprooted the entire town from its foundation. Hundreds of houses and screaming civilians hove
Chapter 67: Battle Beneath the Blackened Sky
The world seemed to tremble under the weight of two monsters.Every time Lucas’s fist collided with the Patriarch’s palm, the air exploded. The shockwaves were so violent that they acted like invisible scythes, leveling the peaks of the mountains below until nothing remained but jagged stumps of rock. To any observer, the sky appeared to be splitting in two one side a swirling vortex of ancient, chaotic fire, the other a silent, freezing void of black ice.The Patriarch’s eyes widened with a growing sense of dread. "Why?!" he screamed, his voice cracking. "I have the blood! I have the artifact! Why can I not burn you?"Lucas didn’t answer. He moved with the grace of a predator. Every time his Black Ice Flames touched the Patriarch, the cold didn’t just sit on the surface. It seeped into the Patriarch’s pores, crystallization spreading through his veins. The Patriarch’s legendary regeneration the hallmark of a dragon was slowing down. The ice was killing his cells faster than his stole
Chapter 68: The Patriarch’s Fall and a Legend Reborn
Lucas’s fingers closed around the Virgin Tears. The artifact was cold, vibrating with the stolen screams of the innocent. With a single, brutal tug, he ripped it from the Patriarch’s chest.The effect was instantaneous. The Patriarch’s bloated, blackened body began to wither like a dried leaf. His eyes, once glowing with a manic red light, turned dull and hollow. He tried to speak, perhaps to curse Lucas or beg for mercy, but only a dry rattle escaped his throat. Within seconds, his physical form disintegrated, crumbling into a pile of grey ash that was immediately carried away by the wind.The dark, oppressive fog that had choked the continent for days began to thin. The heavy weight of the "False God’s" presence vanished, leaving behind a sky that felt lighter and a world that could finally breathe again.Lucas looked down at the artifact in his blood stained hand. It was a vessel of pure misery.He didn't hesitate. He channeled the heat of his Dragon Heart into his palm. The golden
Chapter 69: The Envy of the White Swan Sect
News in the cultivation world traveled faster than a lightning bolt. It didn't take long for the name of the "Frost Sword’s Son in law" to reach the highest peaks of the continent.At the summit of the White Swan Sect, nestled among the clouds, the air was cold and silent. Inside the Grand Hall, the Sect Leader sat on a throne of pure jade. He was a frail looking old man, but his eyes held the sharpness of a hawk. As he listened to the reports of the battle, his withered fingers tightened on the armrest."A True Dragon’s heart..." he whispered, his voice like dry parchment.He didn't feel gratitude for being saved from the Patriarch. Instead, he felt a burning, bitter envy. He had spent hundreds of years reaching his current level, yet a young man had bypassed him by sheer luck of inheritance. If he could harvest that Dragon Blood, he wouldn't just survive another century he would become invincible.A few days later, a shrill cry pierced the sky above the Frost Sword Clan. A Golden Ea
Chapter 70: Blood Feast at the White Swan Sect
The Great Hall of the White Swan Sect was a masterpiece of white marble and gold leaf. Beautiful dancers moved like drifting clouds, and the scent of the finest aged wine filled the air. Anyone else would have been honored, but to Lucas, the place smelled of nothing but old foxes and hidden daggers.At the center of the hall sat the Nine Elders, their auras vibrating with the power of the True Immortal realm. The Sect Leader, his long white beard reaching his waist, raised a jade cup toward Lucas."Young hero, your deeds have saved us all," the old man said, his voice dripping with fake warmth. "A talent like yours shouldn't be wasted in a small clan. Join us as an Honorary Elder. In return, you only need to share the secrets of your dragon cultivation strictly for the sake of world peace, of course."Lucas looked at the cup, then at the greedy glints in the eyes of the nine old men. He let out a short, dry laugh that echoed through the silent hall."For world peace?" Lucas asked, his