He was once the king who commanded respect across the world, but now he is nothing more than a scorned and despised son-in-law, regarded as a worthless failure.
The northern wind howled bleakly, yellow sand blanketing the sky.
A young man stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze so deep and chilling it inspired fear. At his feet, nine infamous Kings of the Underworld were now prostrate on the ground, as lowly as ants, waiting for their judgment.
“Those of the Underworld are utterly devoid of conscience—they should’ve been executed long ago! Now that I’ve accepted the ultimate mission, I’ll use your blood to consecrate my rise to kingship and emperorship!”
Years later...
The world remembers only the name of the Dragon King, the Feathered Emperor, yet no one knows that his real name is Ye Feng.
“Ye Feng, do you know what time it is? Why haven’t you brought me my food yet? Are you trying to starve me to death?”
“Big sister, why did you have to pick such a useless person as a shield just to avoid a forced marriage? Not only does he eat for free, but he’s also a spineless coward—three years now! If it were me, I’d have died of anger eight times over because of him.”
Two voices of ridicule shattered Ye Feng’s memories. He shook his head. Now, he was nothing more than a despised, good-for-nothing live-in son-in-law.
“Dinner’s ready, I’ll bring it right over,” he replied, his tone utterly calm, as if he had long grown used to this way of life. Ye Feng deftly carried the steaming, delicious dishes to the table.
Seated at the table were two breathtaking women who bore an eight-point resemblance to each other—they were sisters. The elder, Su Manman, was his wife. Clad in a loose p