All Chapters of Lucky Son in Law: Chapter 81
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Chapter 81: Victory Prize and Refusal
The God Peak Arena still buzzed with the aftershock of the final match. Ten thousand spectators had witnessed the impossible, and now they crowded the stands, unwilling to leave, waiting for the coronation of the nameless cultivator who had slapped the number one genius into the lower city.Lucas stood on the central podium. It was a simple construction of white jade, hastily erected by formation attendants who could still barely look him in the eye. Ivy waited at the base of the platform, her silver hair lifting in the wind. The Sky Dragon Sect banners snapped overhead, and the ceremonial drums began their victory rhythm.But something was wrong.The VIP terrace, where the sect's ruling council sat in gilded chairs, had grown quiet in a way that had nothing to do with respect. Heads bent together. Sleeves swished as messages were passed. The head judge, still visibly shaken, was pulled aside by a senior elder whose face was colder than the winter sea. The elder spoke rapidly, gesturi
Chapter 82: The Storm Is Challenged by the Sky Dragon Sect
The silver-armored enforcers advanced, chains of suppression humming with sealing formations. Elder Mo’s face was still twisted with rage, his finger pointed at Lucas like a spear. The crowd had been frozen, torn between fleeing and watching the execution of the man who had dared to call the Sky Dragon Sect a band of thieves.Then Elder Mo lifted his hand higher. A golden flare leaped from his sleeve and burst above the arena, splattering the sky with the coiled dragon emblem.All units of the Golden Guard! Meet at the God Peak Arena! Enemy of the sect!The answer came quickly.Armoured figures poured out of every gate, all of the hidden alcoves, all of the barracks built into the floating stands. Not several. Thousands. The Golden Guard was the sect’s iron fist. Every soldier was at the Nascent Soul level, and wore armour inscribed with protection arrays. Their spears were tipped with condensed spirit metal. They moved together, covering all the exits, imprisoning the arena with a c
Chapter 83: Seizing Destiny
The black sky had receded, but the weight of it still pressed on every soul in the God Peak Arena. Elder Mo lay crumpled in the rubble where Lucas had dropped him, his chest plate dented with the imprint of five fingers. The jade box containing the Star Access Pass was already in Ivy's hands, yet Lucas had not moved to leave. He stood over the elder, patient as a glacier, waiting.Elder Mo's breath came in ragged gasps. The front of his immaculate robes darkened with a spreading stain. Urine. The senior elder of the Sky Dragon Sect, the man who had commanded armies and passed judgment on geniuses, had lost control of his bladder in front of the scattered remnants of his own Golden Guard."You... you are no human," Elder Mo rasped, his voice thin and cracked. His eyes, wide with primordial recognition, stared up at Lucas as though seeing him for the first time. "You are an ancient dragon. A world-ender. A calamity wearing flesh."Lucas said nothing. His silence was worse than any threa
Chapter 84: The Dark Star Ancient Ruins
The Star Access Pass did not open a portal to some celestial realm. It did not summon a beam of divine light or tear a hole in the fabric of space. What it did was far stranger.Lucas and Ivy had flown east for three days over the Rimless Sea, following the map etched into Elder Mo's ring. On the fourth morning, the sea simply ended—not at a shore, but at a wall of obsidian stone that rose from the water like the spine of a buried giant. The wall curved inward, forming a hidden valley that no ship would ever find by accident. The map called it the Dark Star Valley. The Pass, pressed against the stone, made the wall dissolve like mist.They stepped through into a graveyard of empires.The valley stretched for miles, its floor littered with the remnants of war that had ended long before the Central Continent's current sects were founded. Broken siege formations lay half-buried in black sand. Skeletal war golems, each the size of a city gate, knelt where they had fallen, their cores long
Chapter 85: Silencing the Ancient Blood Elder
The Ancient Blood Sect Patriarch stared at Lucas for one long, frozen moment. The black-red serpents around his fingers writhed, and the film over his eyes seemed to thin, replaced by something hotter. Not fear. Outrage. The outrage of a legend who had survived five centuries by being the most dangerous thing in any room, now being spoken to like a junior."You dare," the Patriarch rasped. "You dare speak to me as if I am some common tomb robber? I am the Blood Calamity of the Red Era! I have devoured True Immortals! I have refined the marrow of divine beasts! And you, a whelp who has barely lived three decades, think your dragon bloodline makes you my equal?"Lucas said nothing. His hands remained in his pockets.The Patriarch's lips peeled back from yellowed teeth. "Very well. Let me show you what a real master of the old era can do."He slammed his withered palms together, and the temple hall erupted.A tide of crimson liquid exploded from the Patriarch's body—not small streams, bu
Chapter 86: The Dark Star Relic and the Continent's Wrath
The silver light pulsed deeper in the temple, beyond the altar where the Ancient Blood Sect Patriarch lay crumpled and dead. Lucas stepped over the corpse without a backward glance. The light was not random—it had a rhythm, a heartbeat that matched the ancient glyphs carved into the obsidian walls. Something was calling.At the temple's heart, a second chamber opened. It was small, circular, unadorned except for a single pedestal of black crystal rising from the floor. And on that pedestal, floating a hand's breadth above the surface, was the relic.It was not large. The size of a clenched fist, rough and asymmetrical, its surface the texture of cooled magma. But the stone was no ordinary meteorite. It radiated a darkness that was not absence of light but a presence—pure yin energy so concentrated that the air around it shimmered with cold static. The temperature in the chamber was deathly, the kind of cold that crept into bone and spirit alike.Lucas approached without hesitation. Th
Chapter 87: The Siege of the Three Great Clans
The dark steel blade caught the dying sun, and the hundreds of elite cultivators hovering above the valley felt the temperature drop. Not from cold. From the weight of a single man's patience finally running out.But the three clans had not come to be intimidated.From the center of the blockade, three figures descended. They did not fly so much as descend—slowly, majestically, the way divine statues might lower themselves from a temple ceiling. The cultivators in the air parted for them like water before oil.The first was a man built like a mountain compressed into human shape. His shoulders were broad as a war altar, his beard black and braided with iron rings. His robes were the brown of deep earth, embroidered with the coiling body of a dragon made from actual scales. Patriarch Iron Fang of the Earth Dragon Clan. His title in the Central Continent was the Unmovable Absolute. He had once stopped a continental shelf from splitting with nothing but his bare hands.The second was a w
Chapter 88: The Formation-Shattering Fist
The golden mesh of the Heaven Soul-Locking Formation blazed above the valley, its ten-thousand-times gravity pressing the black sand into glass. Patriarch Iron Fang, Matriarch Sun Blade, and Patriarch Cloud Whisper observed from the deck of the Ironblood war airship, their expressions those of emperors watching an execution. The hundreds of disciples channeling the formation from the surrounding cliffs and airships sweated under the strain, but their faces held no doubt. This was the ultimate cage. Nothing escaped.On the valley floor, Lucas flexed his fingers. The black frost at his feet spread a little wider. The first seal was open, and the Dragon Hearth in his chest beat with a rhythm that resonated through the frozen ground.He looked up at the golden net. Then he crouched—just slightly, the way a predator coils before a leap.And then he jumped.The glassy sand cratered beneath him. His body shot upward like a black meteor fired from a siege engine, the air screaming as it parte
Chapter 89: Young Master of the Earth Dragon Clan
The black frost had cleared from the sky, but the silence it left behind was heavier than any formation. On the decks of the war airships, disciples clutched the stumps of their frozen arms and wailed. Elders rushed to tend wounds that could never be fully healed. And at the railing of the Ironblood command ship, Patriarch Iron Fang's face had darkened from pale shock to a deep, ugly red.His formation was gone. His disciples were broken. And the two other Absolute Warriors, Sun Blade and Cloud Whisper, were staring at him with expressions that fell somewhere between accusation and barely concealed panic. This was his territory. His clan had supplied the formation. The failure was his.Before Iron Fang could speak, a figure descended from a secondary airship and landed on the valley floor with a thud that cracked the glassy sand. The cultivators still capable of standing turned to look. Some of the Earth Dragon Clan disciples, injured but conscious, let out weak cheers.Long Wei.He w
Chapter 90: The True Dragon's Proof
Long Wei's body hit the glassy sand with a sound that was not quite human. His knees struck first, and the crack that followed was not the crunch of stone scales on hardened ground. It was the wet, splintering snap of bone giving way. His kneecaps shattered on impact, driven into the glass by a weight that had nothing to do with gravity and everything to do with blood.The stone scales that had covered his forearms and neck were gone now, retracted so deep into his flesh they might as well have never existed. His clawed hand, still partially transformed, twitched uselessly at his side. His face, pressed to the sand, was a mask of absolute, primal terror—the face of a creature that had just discovered it was prey.It was not a technique that had done this. It was not spiritual pressure. It was something older, something written into the very marrow of the Earth Dragon bloodline. The Stone Dragon ancestor Long Wei boasted about had been a true dragon once, or close enough to carry the n