93: Chapter 93 The Xiong Family Father and Son's Path of the Heart! A Marriage Alliance with Tu Shanya!

Outside the Yao King Palace.

"Buzz!"

As the light of the yin-yang life and death diagram dissipated, Su Feng walked out feeling refreshed.

If things continued at this pace, he might actually be able to eat Dragon meat before the Central Continent descended.

Tu Shan Ya approached him immediately, her delicate fox nose sniffing Su Feng. Her beautiful brows furrowed, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

"Hmm?"

"On your body... why is there such a rich milky fragrance?"

She inhaled deeply, her gaze becoming somewhat strange:

"And this scent... I feel like I've smelled it somewhere before."

"Ahem!"

Su Feng gave a tactical cough and spoke nonsense with a righteous face.

"Don't guess blindly. That's Ten-Thousand-Year Ambergris used for healing; the scent is just a bit strong."

"Is that so?"

Tu Shan Ya was half-doubting, looking at Su Feng suspiciously, but seeing his open and honest expression, she didn't ask further.

She only muttered secretly in her heart: Does Ambergris smell like this?

The three of them stepped into the Yao King Palace.

On a massive stone throne sat a mountain of flesh.

It was a giant man nearly four meters tall, with muscles bulging like granite all over his body.

His upper body was bare, his chest covered in crisscrossing scars, radiating a suffocating Half-step Spirit Transformation Divine Might.

This was the current Yao King, and also Bear Tyrant's biological father—Xiong Da!

"Great Shaman!"

Seeing the Great Shaman enter, Xiong Da hurriedly stood up to salute, his attitude extremely respectful.

In the Yao Race, the Great Shaman was the spiritual leader, holding a transcendent status.

"Great King, this is the person of destiny from the hexagrams, Head of the Su Family Su Feng." The Great Shaman pointed at Su Feng and introduced him.

"From this day forth, our Yao Race shall honor him as Lord and resist the Central Continent together!"

"Huh?"

Xiong Da stared with eyes as large as copper bells, sizing Su Feng up. His brows instantly furrowed into the shape of the character 'river':

"Great Shaman, you're not joking, are you?"

"This delicate-skinned little brat whose hair hasn't even fully grown in is fit to be our Lord?"

Xiong Da scratched his head and said in a booming voice:

"I'm a crude man; I only recognize fists. If we let him be the boss, I'm afraid the brothers under me won't be convinced! What if I accidentally slap him to death?"

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

The corners of Su Feng's mouth curled slightly, and he was just about to make a move to wake this Yao King up.

Just then, Bear Tyrant, who was standing behind Xiong Da, suddenly jumped out. He hurriedly pulled back his father who wanted to test Su Feng, shouting with a face full of terror.

"Dad!! Shut your mouth!!"

"Do you know who he is?! He is that ruthless man who split the West Sea Dragon Palace in two with a single sword at the Ten Thousand Dragons Grand Gathering!!"

"Even that poser Black Dragon King was beaten into submission by him! Ao Cangyue is even polite to him! You actually want to slap him to death?!"

"What?!"

Xiong Da's whole body shook, his eyeballs nearly popping out:

"Splitting the sea with one sword?! That legendary freak is him?!"

As the Yao King, he had naturally heard of this matter. It was said that that single sword strike had nearly destroyed the Dragon Palace!

Bear Tyrant nodded frantically: "It's absolutely true! I saw it with my own eyes! That sword... tsk tsk, it was too terrifying for a bear!"

"Oh..."

Xiong Da was stunned for a second, then the fierce and malicious expression on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a simple and honest, even somewhat flattering smile.

He dropped to one knee with a thud, cupped his fists toward Su Feng in a bow, and spoke in a loud voice:

"Then it's fine!"

"Since the Great Shaman says you are the person of destiny, then you are the person of destiny! I, Xiong Da, representing the Yao Race, am willing to follow the Lord's orders! Wherever you point, I shall strike—no questions asked!"

Su Feng: "..."

Tu Shan Ya: "..."

This face-changing speed... they truly were father and son, sharing the same lineage of 'following the heart' (cowardice).

Su Feng shook his head helplessly and stepped forward to help Xiong Da up.

"The Yao King is too polite. Since we are one family, things are easy to discuss."

"I have a proposal, though I'm not sure if I should say it."

Xiong Da immediately patted his chest.

"The Lord may speak freely!"

"It's like this: for the consolidation of the Four Regions Alliance, the Dragon Clan has already entered a marriage alliance with me. On this visit, I also intend to form a marriage alliance with the Yao Race. What do you think?" Su Feng glanced toward Tu Shan Ya seemingly casually.

Tu Shan Ya's heart suddenly tightened; she felt as if she were being eyed by a wolf.

"That is a grand joyous occasion! How about this! My Bear Clan has a daughter who was born with innate Divine Power. At three years old, she could lift ten thousand catties of stone; at six, she could have horses run on her arms! At ten..." Xiong Da became more excited as he spoke.

"Dad!!! That's my fianc..." Bear Tyrant turned pale with shock upon hearing this.

"Shut up! Is your happiness more important, or the future of the Yao Race? You are going to compete for the position of Yao King in the future; how can you be so short-sighted!!" Xiong Da looked displeased; his most favored son actually lacked such vision!

"Lord, this is Xiong Mi's image..."

Su Feng looked at that bear-yao who resembled an iron tower, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

This might be a peerless beauty in the eyes of the Bear Clan, but in the aesthetics of the Human Race, she was completely a King Kong Barbie!

"We humans have a saying: a gentleman does not take what another loves. Since Xiong Mi is the one Bear Tyrant loves, I certainly will not agree to this." Su Feng spoke with an air of righteous indignation.

Bear Tyrant's eyes grew moist, and he looked at Su Feng with gratitude.

"Is that so? The Lord is truly the Lord, to be so considerate of his subordinates. In that case, I shall take Hu Niu from my Yao Race's lineage..." Xiong Da wanted to say more.

Su Feng decisively refused. This Xiong Da's taste was different from his; the two of them would never have common ground on this matter.

"King Xiong, there is no need to say more. I have actually long admired Tu Shan Ya. This marriage alliance is specifically for her." Su Feng laid his cards on the table directly.

He was definitely taking Tu Shan Ya's 'big cannons'! No matter who came, it wouldn't work!

"This..." Xiong Da didn't know how to respond to that.

"What? Are you engaged too?" Su Feng looked at Tu Shan Ya in confusion.

"Yes, our Yao Race tradition is naturally to be engaged before reaching adulthood." Tu Shan Ya's lips curled into a smile.

Although she, as the future Great Shaman, could refuse this engagement at any time, she wanted to see what Su Feng would do.

"An engagement isn't a marriage. Tell your Clan Chief to change it!" Su Feng waved his hand dismissively.

As long as the deed isn't done, she's mine!

"Wait, didn't you just say a gentleman doesn't take what another loves?" Tu Shan Ya was speechless.

"Yes, I said a gentleman doesn't take what a *human* loves; I didn't say he wouldn't take what a *yao* loves!" Su Feng said righteously.

The Great Shaman's cloudy eyes were full of smiles.

"The Lord need not worry. Our race's Great Shaman does not actually need to be forced into engagement; it is merely a process for the various tribes to multiply and thrive."

If anyone was happiest about Su Feng's marriage alliance with the Yao Race, it was the Great Shaman.

He was certain that Su Feng was the person of destiny who would lead the Yao Race to prosperity. Now that Tu Shan Ya could marry him, the Yao Race had squeezed into his inner circle.

"Xiao Ya, no matter what method you use, you must bear offspring for the Lord!!" The Great Shaman hurriedly sent a voice transmission to Tu Shan Ya.

"Ah??" Tu Shan Ya's fox eyes widened.

They hadn't even allied in marriage yet, and he wanted her to have Su Feng's children? Isn't this too fast??

Having settled the marriage alliance matter, Su Feng's gaze moved past the crowd toward the gloomy ghost realm in the east, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"I heard the Ghost Race hasn't been very quiet lately. I plan to take a trip there."

Hearing "Ghost Race," Xiong Da also retracted his smile and said seriously:

"Lord, those Ghost Race fellows are very sinister. I heard that after Dracula's death, the Ghost King has been plotting something, even wanting to unite with other forces to stir up trouble."

"Stir up trouble?" Su Feng was puzzled.

Most of these Yao Race members had muscles for brains; how would they know this?

"It's absolutely true! In my North Mountain, there is a tribe called the Night Owl Clan. They live in dark places year-round, bordering the Ghost Race, so their information is the most well-informed."

Xiong Da explained:

"They sent word that the Ghost Race doesn't want to participate in the Four Lands alliance. Because the Central Continent never harvests the Ghost Race, the Ghost King feels there's no need to wade into muddy waters with us, and even wants to take the opportunity to profit from the war."

"Seeking profit and avoiding harm is instinct, but wanting to stay out of it alone... is a bit too naive." Su Feng sneered.

He flipped his palm and took out the yin-yang life and death diagram.

Buzz!

With a flash of light, the two sisters Rem and Ram were released.

"Hmm??"

Xiong Da was surprised. A Spiritual Artifact that can store living people?

This was a legendary Immortal method!

Su Feng recounted what had just happened to the sisters Rem and Ram.

"Dracula is dead?" Rem's small face didn't show the slightest sorrow over the death of a fellow clansman; instead, she was entirely happy.

"Good riddance! That old pervert should have died long ago!"

"Sister..." Ram was speechless and tugged on her sister's sleeve.

"Based on your understanding of the Ghost King, what is the probability of this being true?" Su Feng didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.

The two sisters glanced at each other, pondered for a long while, and spoke simultaneously, their voices overlapping:

"Ninety percent!"

"Ninety percent!"

This kind of synchronization was just like they were one person.

Su Feng raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting between the two sisters, suddenly thinking of something.

"Twin hearts... shared senses..."

Involuntarily, plots from certain classic movies in his past life surfaced in his mind. If he did something with one of the twins, would the other one feel it too?

And if it was both at the same time...

"Ahem."

Su Feng quickly stopped that train of thought; now was the time for serious business.

"Since the Ghost King wants to be a fence-sitter, I'll go help him make a choice."

Su Feng turned around, his killing intent cold and sharp.