All Chapters of Lucky Son in Law: Chapter 71
- Chapter 80
166 chapters
Chapter 71: The Collapse of White Swan Dominance
The Sect Leader’s face was no longer human. It was a mask of veins and popping skin. He knew he couldn’t win as a man, so he chose to die as a beast. He slapped his chest, burning his very bloodline. A blinding white light erupted, and his body stretched and distorted until a massive, snow white crane stood in the center of the hall. Its wings weren't covered in feathers, but in blades of sharp, spiritual steel.The creature let out a piercing cry that shattered the remaining windows. It lunged, its beak aimed at Lucas’s heart like a spear.Lucas didn’t even blink. "All that screaming for a bird," he muttered.He reached into his sleeves, and the Wolf Daggers slid into his grip. As the crane dived, Lucas moved a blur of black smoke and cold intent. He didn't block; he intercepted. The daggers hummed as they sliced through the air. In three rapid movements, the steel feathers were sheared off. The great wings were hacked into useless stumps mid flight.The Sect Leader, trapped in his m
Chapter 72 News from the Central Continent and the Goddess’s Clue
Lucas sat on the floor of his private chamber, surrounded by the mountain of jade boxes and silk scrolls he’d taken from the White Swan Sect. Gold wasn't his taste. He was searching for something else. Something right.His hand touched a scroll that looked like a piece of burnt trash. It was grey and ragged and smelled of old dust. But the moment his fingers brushed the surface, the Dragon Heart in his chest gave a sudden, painful lurch."What is this? "Lucas complained.He pressed a little of his Qi into the parchment. The scroll did not burn, it breathed. Then the paper burst into a cold silvery light that filled the room. Above the scroll, a holographic image flickered into existence. It was a woman in flowing white robes, her face half hidden in starlight.Lucas’s mouth tightened. He knew those eyes... These were the last things he'd seen before his old life was cut short in blood. "The Star Goddess," he whispered.The picture changed to a map drawn in lines of light. It showed fo
Chapter 73: Sky Ship and Sea Monster Attack
The Snow Goose Airship lifted from the harbor with the low hum of wind element formations, its white hull gliding over the churning sea below. Salt mist clung to the deck railings, and passengers in silk robes gathered near the bow to watch the coastline shrink into a thin gray line.Lucas sat near the stern, an unremarkable young man in a plain traveling coat. Beside him, Ivy’s presence drew glances like moths to a flame her hair the color of moonlight, face calm and unbearably beautiful. Lucas kept his aura deliberately suppressed, his cultivation core quiet. To anyone with spirit sense, he registered as little more than a body tempering practitioner struggling to break through.It didn’t take long for trouble to find them.A group of young masters from the Iron Serpent Merchant Clan claimed the table next to theirs. Their leader, a broad shouldered man with a jade inlaid belt, let his gaze crawl over Ivy before sneering at Lucas.“Brother, you must have emptied your family coffers
Chapter 74: The Gate of the Central Continent
The Snow Goose Airship descended through clouds the color of beaten gold, its hull groaning as the formation engines cycled down. Below, Golden Chain Port sprawled like a kingdom of marble and spirit jade piers stretching into a bay so clear that sea beasts swam visible beneath the surface. Ships ten times the size of the Snow Goose docked in regimented rows, their flags bearing crests Lucas had never seen.The gangplank touched stone. Lucas stepped off first, Ivy a silent shadow at his side. The air itself felt heavier here, dense with ambient spiritual energy that would have been a sect elder’s treasure back home. Here, it was just the atmosphere.The first person to meet his eyes was a dock guard in gleaming silver armor. Lucas read the man’s cultivation with a glance Nascent Soul, late stage. A gatekeeper. At the old continent, such power would command a sect. Here, he carried a clipboard.“Purpose of visit?” the guard asked, bored.“Passing through,” Lucas said.The guard stamped
Chapter 75: Mockery at the Registration Grounds
The eastern arena was not merely large. It was a city within the city white stone courtyards spreading in concentric rings, jade pillars rising fifty meters high, and silk banners snapping in the wind with the Sky Dragon Sect's emblem: a coiled azure dragon swallowing a star.Lucas walked through the outer gates with Ivy at his side. Thousands of cultivators filled the square, and every single one of them radiated confidence like a furnace radiated heat. Golden Core cultivators argued over queue positions. Nascent Soul prodigies polished divine artifacts in open view. The weak did not exist here. They had been filtered out before reaching the door.The registration line stretched long, but the wait was short for those with the right family crest. Clan heirs and young masters skipped ahead while attendants bowed. Lucas watched a sixteen year old with a heaven grade spear cut in front of forty people. No one protested. Bloodlines were currency here.When Lucas reached the registration t
Chapter 76: The Preliminary Round and the Losers’ Alliance
The Heaven’s Gate Competition began not with trumpets, but with the crack of a spatial tear and the collective roar of ten thousand cultivators.A formation gate opened above the eastern arena a swirling vortex of crimson and violet light. The Blood Illusion Forest waited on the other side, a pocket dimension crafted by the Sky Dragon Sect for one purpose: to thin the herd.“Rules are simple,” an elder’s voice boomed across the square. “Survive seven days. Collect badges. Each participant carries one. The two hundred cultivators with the most badges advance. Everything else is permitted.”No mention of mercy. No ban on killing.The tide of participants surged upward. Golden Core disciples flew on sword light. Nascent Soul heirs activated movement talismans. Pills were swallowed, artifacts unsheathed, battle cries torn from throats as ten thousand ambitions launched themselves into the blood colored portal.Lucas waited until the crowd thinned. Then he stepped forward, Ivy at his side,
Chapter 77: The Dragon’s Pure Strength
The second round of the Heaven’s Gate Competition did not take place in a forest or an arena. It took place on a platform of polished obsidian at the base of a structure that had stood since before the Central Continent’s oldest sect was founded.The Star Stone Monolith.It rose thirty meters from the platform a single slab of midnight blue crystal, ancient and unadorned, its surface etched with the scars of a hundred thousand strikes. This was the artifact that measured the purity of a cultivator’s qi. No tricks. No talismans. You struck it with everything you had, and the light it released told the truth.The Sky Dragon Sect elders sat on a raised dais to the side, their robes heavy with gold embroidery. Below them, the remaining participants cut from ten thousand to just over five hundred watched the monolith with the hunger of wolves eyeing fresh meat. The weakest had already been culled. What remained was a collection of the continent’s finest young blood.The first to step forwa
Chapter 78: The Illusion Trial and the Unshakable Heart
The semifinal round was not a test of strength. It was a test of the mind and for many of the remaining geniuses, that was far worse.The Sky Dragon Sect had prepared the Nightmare Fog Formation in the deepest chamber of the eastern arena. It was a circular hall of black jade, its floor inscribed with silver lines that pulsed like veins. At the center, a pillar of pale mist coiled upward to the ceiling. This mist, the elders explained, would enter the participants’ spiritual seas and drag their deepest fears into the light. If a cultivator’s will broke under the terror, their soul would shatter. If they resisted, they passed.Five hundred participants had survived the earlier rounds. Within the first hour of the illusion trial, half of them were gone.The first to break was a young master from the Crimson Phoenix Valley. He stepped into the mist with a grin, confident in his divine grade mental protection artifact. Ten seconds later, he was screaming. His eyes rolled back, and he claw
Chapter 79: The Liu Clan’s Assassins
The night before the final round was quiet.Golden Chain Port had settled into a low hum of distant tavern music and harbor bells. The Golden Sparrow Inn stood tall against the dark sky, its gold leaf facade catching the moonlight in pale glimmers. Most of the remaining participants in the Heaven’s Gate Competition were either meditating, sharpening weapons, or drinking themselves numb with the fear of tomorrow.Lucas lay on a simple bed in the eighteenth floor suite, eyes closed, breathing even. Ivy occupied the room across the hall, her own door slightly ajar. Neither had bothered with the inn’s defensive formations. The formations were decent for Nascent Soul intruders. They were meaningless for anything stronger.Across the city, in the Liu Clan’s private residence, a different kind of preparation was underway.Patriarch Liu stood at the window of his study, his back to three kneeling figures. His face was a cold mask, but his fingers drummed against the windowsill with barely con
Chapter 80: Peak Battle Against the Number One
The final round of the Heaven’s Gate Competition was held in the God Peak Arena a floating platform of white jade suspended above the highest spire of the eastern district. Ten thousand spectators packed the surrounding floating stands, their robes a sea of clan colors. Elders from the Sky Dragon Sect lined the VIP terrace. This was the stage where legends were either forged or shattered.Lucas walked onto the platform from the southern gate, his coat unchanged, his expression unreadable. Ivy remained in the stands, her seat offered without question by a pale faced elder who had witnessed the illusion trial.The northern gate opened, and the crowd erupted.Jian Wu descended from the sky.He did not walk. He floated, his body wreathed in arcs of silver lightning, his robes the deep azure of a core disciple of the Sky Dragon Sect. In his right hand he held the Eternal Thunder Sword a blade that hummed with the trapped storms of three tribulations. Behind him, suspended in a perfect halo