Eternal Immortal Clan: It All Started When I Married My Junior Sister!

Before the Flagship arrived, anomalies appeared.

Above the normally calm Great Feng Capital City, the wind and clouds suddenly surged.

This was not the oppressive feeling of dark clouds descending.

Instead, it was a vast, boundless expanse of purple Qi, rolling in from the east, stretching thirty thousand miles, dyeing the entire sky above South Spirit Prefecture a noble purple-gold color.

”Roar—!”

A high-pitched Dragon roar resonated across the heavens.

The Golden Dragon coiled within the Chen Family’s sea of Luck had swelled several times larger than when Chen Xu left, and it was currently tumbling and roaring through the purple Qi like a playful behemoth.

The Spiritual Qi of the entire South Spirit Prefecture seemed to answer the call of a monarch, frantically pouring toward the Great Feng Capital City.

Outside the Chen Family mansion, the area was already packed with people.

Not only the Chen Family members, Daoist Yuqing, and Chu Xuan, but even the Great Feng Dynasty Emperor Qin Zhe, and a crowd of Cultivators from South Spirit Prefecture, were honestly standing at the front of the welcoming party, craning their necks and looking toward the northern horizon.

”They’re here!”

Someone shouted.

Everyone held their breath.

They saw a suffocatingly massive warship slowly breaking through the clouds at the northern horizon.

The mottled sword and saber marks on the ship’s hull, along with the intense Evil Qi that had not fully dissipated, silently spoke of the earth-shattering bloody battle it had just endured.

That was the iron-blooded warship that had conquered the entire Central Prefecture.

The warship hovered ten thousand zhang high and did not descend.

The next moment, a figure in green robes stepped out from the bow of the ship.

Chen Xu stepped on the Void Realm, descending step by step as if walking down stairs.

He walked slowly, but with every step he took, a muffled drumbeat seemed to sound between heaven and earth.

Striking the hearts of everyone present.

That was ”momentum.”

A supreme momentum that transcended all living beings and commanded the power of life and death over an entire realm.

”Respectfully welcoming the Imperial Preceptor’s triumphant return!”

Qin Zhe straightened his dragon robes and was the first to bow deeply.

”Respectfully welcoming the Imperial Preceptor!”

Tens of thousands of people behind him bowed simultaneously, the sound surging like a tide.

Chen Xu landed.

He glanced at Qin Zhe and Daoist Yuqing, who were bowing, and gave a slight nod, but his footsteps did not pause.

At this moment of universal attention, the overlord who had just unified Central Prefecture ignored these great figures, walking straight through the crowd toward the women in the back whose eyes were already brimming with tears.

Bu Yifan, Sun Xiaoyue, Qin Rouer, and his various wives and concubines.

They stood there, some holding babies in their arms, others leading slightly older children by the hand.

But unanimously, the tears in their eyes were swirling, yet they stubbornly refused to let them fall.

They simply stared at the man walking toward them.

Chen Xu stopped, and the majesty capable of crushing the heavens instantly dissipated completely.

He was no longer an Alliance Leader, nor was he the descendant of a Jailer.

He was merely a husband who had been away from home too long, and a father.

”Why are you crying?”

Chen Xu reached out, his fingertip gently wiping Bu Yifan’s eye corner, then stretched out his long arms, pulling the women and the children who rushed forward tightly into his embrace.

”I’m back.”

These simple four words were worth more than a thousand.

Sun Xiaoyue couldn’t hold back, burying her head in Chen Xu’s chest and sobbing, getting tears and snot all over his priceless green robe.

Qin Rouer tightly gripped his sleeve, as if letting go would make him vanish again.

This scene caused the surrounding Cultivators, who had prepared a bellyful of flattering words, to wisely shut their mouths.

Daoist Yuqing stroked his beard, looking at the man surrounded by his wife and children, and Chu Xuan did the same, his eyes slightly moist.

The Family Head had truly experienced too much.

Chen Xu held his Family, feeling the real warmth in his arms, yet an unspeakable sorrow arose in his heart.

Cage.

The words of the ancient demon were rooted in his heart.

If he did not break that truth, this heartwarming scene was merely the self-amusement of birds in a cage.