Chapter 290: Schemed into a Forced Marriage, the Dongting Dragon Lord Comes to Demand Accountability

With this flurry of punches and kicks, Long Xuan did not hold back at all.

She beat Fang Longye until his skin was torn and flesh mangled, with dragon blood splattering everywhere; he looked truly miserable.

Damn it! Fang Longye gritted his teeth in hatred, feeling extremely aggrieved. Since he began his cultivation, he had always had smooth sailing; when had he ever suffered such a great loss? The anger in his heart swirled incessantly, gradually accumulating.

Knowing he was powerless to break free from his restraints, he still stirred up his own strength and struggled desperately, the look in his eyes nearly insane.

Fang Longye was like this, and Long Xuan was no less so, likewise falling into a state of madness.

However, Fang Longye was this way because of his rage and grievance, while Long Xuan was due to comfort and pleasure.

This sense of unbridled satisfaction even caused her cultivation to improve; the strength in her hands grew increasingly powerful, and her aura became more and more formidable.

Her Three Flowers, which had long been unable to merge, began to gather.

Damn it, is there any justice left? Seeing this, Fang Longye couldn't help but curse inwardly.

I'm being used as a punching bag by her here, and it's actually helping her make a breakthrough in her cultivation? What kind of world is this?!

Long Xuan naturally sensed the changes in herself, thinking to herself that it was as she expected: the reason she had long been unable to merge her Three Flowers lay in this bastard!

Thinking of how she had been the center of attention since birth and how her cultivation had always been smooth sailing, she had unexpectedly stumbled at the hands of this very bastard before her.

This had left a Heart Barrier in her heart, preventing her from breaking through to the Golden Immortal perfection; now, by beating him up, she had indeed dispelled this mental block.

Her realm could naturally be elevated.

With this thought, she struck even harder.

One struggling madly, the other ravaging madly, both had fallen into a state of frenzy.

Yet neither noticed that the curling smoke exhaled by the old clam in the bedchamber had turned from its original Yin and Yang colors to a pink hue.

"Hoo—"

"Hoo—"

As time passed, their breathing became heavy, their eyes turned red, and their bodies grew feverish, nearly losing all reason.

"Damn it! I've been set up!"

No, it should be said that this was the purpose of the entire scheme! Compared to Long Xuan, whose eyes had already become hazy, Fang Longye was, after all, a veteran of the pleasure grounds and still retained a sliver of clarity.

Although it wasn't much, the situation was too obvious. He quickly realized what the current circumstances were.

He and Long Xuan had, at some point, inhaled an immortal-god version of an aphrodisiac.

Damn it, was it really necessary!

To scheme against one's own daughter just for the sake of an illusory legacy of Xihuang?

Fang Longye did not believe that the Dongting Dragon Lord had no hand in this.

Hot! So hot! He only felt his whole body burning, his heart itching unbearably; it was just like being bitten by ten thousand ants—it was as uncomfortable as it could possibly be.

In the end, the look he gave Long Xuan was no longer one of ferocity, but of uncontrollable instinct.

Clatter—

The Dragon Locking Pillar on Fang Longye's body, which was sufficient to restrain a Taiyi Golden Immortal, loosened instantly.

"Ang—"

Like a starving tiger pouncing on its prey, he broke free, the last shred of reason in his mind collapsing, and he tackled Long Xuan to the ground—Rip—

With the sound of tearing silk, the two, lost in madness, began the most primal struggle of living beings within this bedchamber.

Dongting Longgong.

An ancient bronze palace sat deep within the Longgong.

The surroundings were dark and gloomy, filled with a murderous aura.

This bronze palace seemed to be from a distant age, or perhaps it was rarely inhabited, as its walls were covered in mottled verdigris, making it look very old.

Only the three seal-script characters for "Prison Dragon Hall" on the plaque were clearly visible, flashing with dark golden divine light.

Inside the vast Prison Dragon Hall.

It was empty and spacious, with two middle-aged men with dragon horns on their heads sitting opposite each other, playing a game of chess.

Black and white pieces fell with a sound.

The middle-aged man holding the white pieces wore a crown and a dragon robe, his forehead horns glistening with gold; he was none other than the Dongting Dragon Lord.

Originally, the white piece's "great dragon" had been surrounded by the opponent's black pieces.

But he kept looking toward the void from time to time, appearing quite distracted, and his moves were somewhat scattered, which instead gave the black pieces a chance to escape from death.

"It seems Big Brother still can't bear to do it!"

Playing against him was a handsome middle-aged man with loose hair draped over his shoulders and an unrestrained air, also with horns on his forehead and a dignified dragon aura.

Only, compared to the Dongting Dragon Lord, the dragon horns on his forehead were somewhat dull, appearing in a dark gold color.

He placed a black piece, officially securing his escape from death, and said with a chuckle.

The Dongting Dragon Lord came back to his senses.

He glanced at the chessboard, placed a white piece to begin remedial measures, and at the same time laughed and scolded: "You lazy wretch who causes trouble and has no heart all day long!"

"As if Xuan'er isn't your niece?"

The loose-haired middle-aged man shrugged and said: "This was your scheme to begin with; I didn't agree to it back then!"

"Compared to me, this uncle, you, the father, are the truly heartless one, actually willing to push your own precious daughter into a pit of fire—"

Having said that, seeing the Dongting Dragon Lord's poor expression, he immediately patted his chest and said: "Don't worry, if this brat doesn't treat Xuan'er well in the future, I'll be the first to not spare him! I will definitely tear him apart and swallow him alive!"

Seeing this, the Dongting Dragon Lord shook his head with a wry smile.

He waved his hand and said: "Enough! Qiantang—I've said it so many times, cruelty is not the way to solve problems."

"Besides, this brat is no simple character. Didn't the Mother Goddess say it herself? He has obtained the legacy of Xihuang. You still want to swallow him alive?"

"Wait a few more years, and who knows who will swallow whom!"

Qiantang Longjun remained noncommittal.

The assessment the Mother Goddess made of the two brothers back then was truly accurate.

He and his elder brother were exactly at opposite extremes.

He himself was overly violent, doing everything according to his own impulses, while his elder brother was overly timid; although skilled at calculation, he lacked decisiveness when the moment of truth arrived.

Compared to his elder brother, he felt his own shortcoming was nothing, as he had the Mother Goddess protecting him from behind anyway.

As for his elder brother's shortcoming! It was a long story~ Not to mention anything else, just look at this recent move.

After going to such great lengths, almost sacrificing the bond between father and daughter, in the end, his niece still had to be subordinate to another.

Yes, that Erlang Shen was not to be trifled with. But wasn't the Mother Goddess still there!

Furthermore, the Mother Goddess had already reached an agreement with those great powers of the heavens back then. His niece was supposed to be that boy's primary wife~

That three-eyed one's younger sister was not in the original scope of the agreement; she had completely cut in and intervened halfway!

It would have been perfectly reasonable to let that boy take his niece as his primary wife.

And yet—

Sigh! Always hesitating and looking over one's shoulder.

Honestly, if his elder brother hadn't protected him so much over the years, he would have loved to slap his elder brother twice.

Dongting Dragon Lord, however, saw through everything like a clear flame, knowing that his younger brother, beneath his seemingly reckless demeanor, was suppressing frustration and anger.

"Sigh! I know you are feeling aggrieved for Xuan'er. However, man proposes, God disposes. Worldly affairs are impermanent; it is impossible for everything to go as one wishes."

"That boy carries the legacy of Xihuang, and his foundation is extraordinary. How could all his future be left for us to manipulate and arrange?"

"As for that Third Holy Mother, not to mention her elder brother, her sect, Wa Palace alone, is enough to make us have to avoid conflict."

"Do not forget, the Mother Goddess is also considered to have originated from Wa Palace."

Qiantang Longjun remained silent after hearing this.

He also understood that what his elder brother said was indeed reasonable, but he was still very dissatisfied with the current outcome, harboring a sense of stifled rage.

"Forget it~"

He casually tossed the chess piece in his hand, reached out with a beckoning gesture, and golden locks and jade pillars emerged from the void, landing in the spacious hall.

He proceeded to bind himself.

In an instant, thousands of thunders and lightnings swirled around his body, and visions of sleet, snow, rain, and hail appeared above his head.

"Anyway, I am a sinner now, I cannot manage so much."

Qiantang Longjun said in a muffled voice.

Seeing Qiantang Longjun sulking with him, Dongting Dragon Lord did not get angry, but merely shook his head.

He spoke: "Fine, then continue your cultivation~ But remember what I told you earlier."

"Relax! I know, it's just playing the villain, right! I'm familiar with that~"

Long Xuan's bedchamber.

Amidst the mess, Fang Longye regained consciousness and abruptly pulled away.

This caused the unconscious Long Xuan to let out a soft moan. He showed not the slightest bit of tenderness.

With a wave of his hand, his clothes put themselves on. After tidying up, he stood up and walked toward the old clam in the hall.

In the final moments before he fell into madness earlier, he had sensed the abnormality within it.

"Fallen Buddhist Incense?"

Fang Longye's expression turned ugly.

He truly did not expect that the dignified Dongting Dragon Lord would be so shameless as to drug his own daughter.

This Fallen Buddhist Incense was said to be a medicinal incense refined by the hands of Huanxi Fo himself, specifically used to "convert" those orthodox Buddhist disciples who strictly observed the precepts.

So they would join his sect.

This medicinal incense, even if a Taiyi Buddha with a heart as firm as iron smelled it, would have their Buddhist heart stirred.

Hence, it was named Fallen Buddhist Incense.

Heh!

How shameless~

He could already imagine what would happen next. Presumably, it would be that Dongting Dragon King coming over with great fanfare to catch him, the "lecherous thief."

Then, using both soft and hard tactics, he would force him to become the fine son-in-law of this Dongting Longgong.

Sure enough, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Just as this thought arose in Fang Longye's mind, the voice of Dongting Dragon Lord came from outside: "Xuan'er, are you there? Xuan'er, are you there?"

This voice penetrated the barrier like continuous thunder, resounding in the hall and startling Long Xuan, who was unconscious on the ground and unable to withstand the assault, awake.

Her eyes were unfocused, and it took quite a while before she truly came to her senses.

Feeling the soreness all over her body, she examined herself and saw the mess.

She could not help but let out a scream that pierced the eardrums.

"I will kill you!"

Her voice was mournful and resentful.

With a clatter, she drew a frost-cold precious sword, and without even bothering to tidy her dress, she slashed toward Fang Longye, half-naked as she was.

At the same time, her other hand formed a seal, preparing to activate the supreme treasure 'Dragon Gate' she had stolen from Yinglong Laozu.

Even in her blind rage, she still remembered she was no match for Fang Longye and intended to rely on the 'Dragon Gate' to prevent him from resisting.

However, she was surprised to find that the Dragon Gate had already vanished! Thinking of a possibility, a look of sorrow appeared in Long Xuan's eyes. Gritting her teeth, she prepared to burn her own Yinglong Bloodline to provide a boost.

Fang Longye flicked his finger, knocking the precious sword in her hand to the ground.

Immediately after, he pulled her into his embrace.

Long Xuan tried to resist, but discovered that her strength had been completely drained away in an instant.

It was not that Fang Longye had cast some Restriction, but rather that she had already been severely ravaged and simply could not muster much strength.

Thinking of Fang Longye's violent rage and ferocity at that time, it had all been vented upon her under the influence of the Fallen Buddhist Incense.

It could be said that it would be no exaggeration to say she had lost half her life in this most primitive of struggles.

Just a moment ago, she had relied on a surge of resentment and stifled anger, forgetting everything, to have the strength to support herself in wielding her sword to attack.

Now that this breath of air had dissipated, she was naturally exhausted.

"Bastard, let me go!"

Feeling the movement of Fang Longye's large hand, Long Xuan's body stiffened for a moment before she immediately began to struggle violently, speaking angrily at the same time.

"Don't move around, or do you want to see if I'll take you again!" Fang Longye reached out and gave a tug upward, kneading as he threatened her.

"I want to kill you! I want to kill you!" Although Long Xuan did not dare to move again, she was so filled with grief and indignation that she was on the verge of fainting.

Her mouth kept repeating words about wanting to kill Fang Longye.

"Hmph!"

Fang Longye let out a cold snort and said, "I remember saying when I subdued you last time that if you made things difficult for me again, it would not be as simple as just using my hands."

"Now you have brought this upon yourself!"

"Besides, I don't believe you haven't sensed the trickery in this~"

"Look at what is in that giant clam!"

Long Xuan looked over upon hearing this, and the lingering fragrance in the giant clam confirmed the suspicion she had already held in her heart.

She was struck as if by a thunderbolt, her body losing every last bit of strength, and she went limp in Fang Longye's arms.

Bean-sized pearls fell uncontrollably from her eye sockets, staining her face with two trails of tears.

In an instant, she felt that the world she was in was so strange and so cold.

The ancestor who had always doted on her, the father who had always been kind and amiable, and even her mother... all became strange in her heart.

She seemed to see these closest and dearest people drifting further and further away from her, until they were blurred and indistinct.

So, what meaning did this world have? What meaning did cultivation have? "Enough! What is there to cry about~"

After waiting for a while, seeing that Long Xuan was still weeping silently, her eyes even becoming vacant, looking as if her heart had withered away.

Fang Longye gave a slap, landing on her large, white-jade-like bosom.

"Even if you have lost the father who doted on you, don't you still have me?"

"Pull yourself together and help me deal with my future father-in-law. If you don't listen well, wait until you are married into my house and see how I deal with you!"

Fang Longye feigned a fierce tone.

It was the very picture of an ultimate scumbag using PUA.

The key was that Long Xuan, whose body and soul were both severely wounded at this moment, actually fell for his act.

Hearing his threat, she, who had previously been like a walking Corpse, saw a glimmer of light return to her eyes.

She hurriedly wiped away her tears, blushed as she changed into a new set of clothes, used her Dharma power to erase the wounds on her body, and touched up her makeup.

Then she looked at him cautiously.

Her face was full of trepidation.

"Not bad!"

Fang Longye stroked her head as if petting a kitten or puppy, causing a look of relief to appear on her face.

"Sure enough, whether in the past life or the present, mortal or transcendent, the traits of women have commonalities."

Whether it is a real Princess or someone with a princess complex, the arrogance and strength on the surface are all very fragile.

This is just like a nut; as long as you break its hard shell and overcome the layers of defense, you can eat the delicious fruit inside.

In any case, the taste of this is not something that can be described to others.

"Crack, crack—"

The tightly closed palace doors slowly opened. Fang Longye and Long Xuan walked out one after the other.

Whoa~ What a grand formation! His brow twitched, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

He saw that in front of Long Xuan's sleeping palace,

there was a middle-aged man wearing a crown, draped in a dragon robe, with horns on his forehead less than three feet long, like gold, standing at the very front.

It must be the Dongting Dragon Lord! Behind the Dongting Dragon Lord, the men were handsome and the women were pretty, looking very young; they must be the Dragon Princes and Longnu.

Further back were a crowd of Dragon Clan Taiyi, who should be the trusted generals of the Dongting Dragon Lord.

Circle upon circle, completely surrounded.

Except for the Dongting Dragon Lord, everyone was holding weapons, looking murderous.

Damn it, to force a marriage, they really would stop at nothing.

Fang Longye muttered to himself in his heart.

Although the Dragon Clan did not place too much importance on reputation, purity, or being faithful to one person.

Many amorous Longnu would even find a mortal they found pleasing to the eye every so often and live a life as a mortal couple for a period of time.

Then, once their interest was gone, they would leave without a care, at most taking their children back to raise.

But Long Xuan's status was different after all; she was the daughter of the Dongting Dragon Lord, possessed the Yinglongzhishhen, and had been valued by the Yinglong Laozu since childhood, making her status noble.

If one wanted to mix in the circle of immortals and gods, which is what the Honghuang called the upper-class circle, one still had to pay attention to this aspect to maintain decency.

After all, this was the era when the Human Race was the protagonist of the Human Dao; although they had declined, some of the concepts and customs of the Human Race had long been accepted by the immortals and gods.

Therefore, this blatant display of force, making this matter known to everyone, was a posture of pressing his head down and demanding he take responsibility! "Bold lecher, how dare you come to—"

Seeing the palace doors open, the Dongting Dragon Lord immediately roared, looking exactly like someone about to catch a lecher.

Yet, unexpectedly, his own youngest daughter did not shout to beat or kill that brat.

Instead, she followed step-by-step behind that brat, looking like an obedient little wife.

He could not help but be dumbfounded.

The words on his lips came to an abrupt halt.

(End of this chapter)