Unrestricted Dao Lord

The Zhang Family’s Old Mansion had long since been reclaimed from the clan by Zhang Chen.

As for how he did it, Zhang Su never asked.

Today was the wedding day of the Zhang Family’s third young miss. The old mansion was decorated with lanterns and streamers, filled with a festive atmosphere.

The servants bustled about, their hurried footsteps a constant sound.

Zhang Lingyi had not remained at the Su Family’s residence, but returned to the Zhang Family’s Old Mansion a few days before her wedding.

Though the old mansion was small, it still belonged to the Zhang Family.

No matter how comfortable the Su Mansion was, Zhang Chen could not let his younger sister marry out from there.

The Jiang Family had set the auspicious time for the bridal procession for a quarter past the Hour of the Serpent.

It was still early, and the Jiang Family’s procession had not yet arrived.

However, guests had already begun to arrive at the Zhang Family’s Old Mansion.

"Master Wang of Qingquan Prefecture has arrived..."

"Master Li of Bai Feng Prefecture has arrived..."

"Master Zhao of Guishan County has arrived..."

"Master Tie of the Black Tiger Martial Arts Hall in Qingquan Prefecture has arrived..."

"Hero Wen of Baiyun Prefecture has arrived..."

These arriving guests were either wealthy merchants, powerful magnates, or Jianghu heroes. Whether in the world of business or the Jianghu, every one of them held a significant status.

Some were even distinguished guests from outside Qingquan Prefecture who had arrived in the Prefecture City days ago, staying in inns until now.

Zhang Chen, thorough in his handling of affairs, was personally greeting guests at the entrance from early on.

Looking at these distinguished guests, Zhang Chen was filled with emotion.

’In the past, he might not have been able to get an audience with these people even if he’d gone to them himself. But now, they had all rushed over early in the morning, as if afraid of being a step too late.’

Moreover, every one of them was amiable and pleasant, some even showering him with compliments.

Zhang Chen knew, of course, that these people weren’t being so attentive just for a cup of wedding wine.

He had still somewhat underestimated the influence of Zhang Su, the Inner Sect Disciple of the Guiyuan Sect.

"Boss."

Just then, Li He arrived with his son and daughter.

Ordinarily, a woman shouldn’t show her face in public at such an event. But Li He was a man of the Jianghu, and Li Xiaoman, having joined a few escort missions, could also be considered a woman of the Jianghu.

The sons and daughters of the Jianghu were not bound by so many excessive formalities.

Li Xiaoman had pestered him to come, so Li He had agreed.

"Chief Li, Wushi, and... Xiaoman."

Zhang Chen glanced at Li Xiaoman but said nothing.

He knew Li Xiaoman, of course.

"We’ve come today to offer our congratulations. Congratulations, Boss, and congratulations to the Third Miss."

"You’re too kind, Chief Li. Please, come in."

Li He led his son and daughter into the Zhang Family’s Old Mansion.

The moment they stepped inside, the expressions on Li Wushi’s and Li Xiaoman’s faces changed slightly.

Never mind the wealthy merchants and powerful magnates in their fine clothes; they rarely crossed paths with such people and didn’t know them.

But the Jianghu people dressed as Martial Artists inside the old mansion were a different story.

Even if they hadn’t met them, they could make a rough guess.

"Is that Master Tie of the Black Tiger Martial Arts Hall? I heard he developed Inner Strength many years ago, making him a renowned Inner Strength Martial Artist. Plus, his hall has numerous disciples, and his influence spreads throughout Qingquan Prefecture."

"And that Martial Artist with a Heavy Sword on his back must be Hero Wen from Baiyun Prefecture. He once pursued the ’Qinghe Three Fierce’ for a thousand li, a feat that shook the Jianghu!"

"That slightly hunched old man is no simple character either. His palms are unusually large—he must be ’Iron Palm Sun Tuozi.’ Twenty years ago, he killed the notorious ’Black and White Ghosts’ with a single palm strike and became famous overnight."

Li Wushi’s and Li Xiaoman’s palms began to sweat.

In the Jianghu, seniority mattered, but strength mattered even more.

In terms of seniority, every one of these people was an elder in the Jianghu.

In terms of strength, they were all Inner Strength Martial Artists.

They were merely Qi Blood Realm Martial Artists. How could they feel confident in the presence of such figures?

"Young ones, would you mind coming over and sitting with this old hunchback?"

His words were clearly directed at Li Wushi and Li Xiaoman.

The two of them looked toward Li He.

"An elder has invited you. What are you hesitating for?"

Li He led the way over to the hunched old man and bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Elder."

"Mm, sit."

This "Iron Palm Sun Tuozi," whose real name was Sun Lie, had been a hot-tempered man in his youth.

But now that he was old, his temper had mellowed considerably.

"Young ones, your Martial Techniques are rather ordinary, but you seem to have grasped a hint of their essence. Your techniques will likely reach Perfection in the future. Rare, truly rare!"

It turned out Sun Lie had a sharp eye and could see the trace of martial essence on Li Wushi and Li Xiaoman.

A thought struck them, and they immediately recalled the guidance Zhang Su had given them the previous night.

They had indeed felt they had gained a great deal.

They never expected to receive such high praise from Elder Sun.

Li Xiaoman had a lively personality. Seeing that this Elder Sun was amiable, she boldly asked, "Elder, you’re a veteran of the Jianghu. I heard you haven’t made many public appearances in recent years. Why have you come here today for wedding wine?"

Sun Lie glanced at Li Xiaoman and said with a smile, "Heh, young one, trying to get information out of this old hunchback? It’s no secret. This old hunchback’s purpose is the same as the other Jianghu Martial Artists. We all came for Zhang Su."

"Young Hero Zhang?"

Li Xiaoman asked hesitantly, "Elder, although Young Hero Zhang is an Inner Sect Disciple of the Guiyuan Sect, an esteemed elder like yourself shouldn’t have to travel so far just to come in person, should you?"

Sun Lie shook his head. "Young one, you only know that Zhang Su is an Inner Sect Disciple of the Guiyuan Sect, but he is no ordinary Inner Sect Disciple. This old hunchback has gotten some news from within the Guiyuan Sect’s Inner Sect. Zhang Su is an Inner Sect Three-star Disciple!"

"A Three-Star Disciple?"

Li Xiaoman, Li Wushi, and even Li He looked completely baffled.

Although Li He had traveled far and wide and knocked about the Jianghu in his early years, how could he know the inner workings of a Major Sect like the Guiyuan Sect?

"You just need to know that Zhang Su is extremely powerful even among the Inner Sect Disciples of the Guiyuan Sect."

Sun Lie didn’t explain much further.

Even if he had, the three of them probably wouldn’t have understood.

He knew Zhang Su was a Three-Star Disciple in the Guardian Sequence. Although Dharma Protector Disciples seemingly had less potential than Inheritor Disciples, for Jianghu people like Sun Lie, it was precisely the Dharma Protector Disciples they most often dealt with.

In the past, when Dharma Protector Disciples from the Guiyuan Sect’s Inner Sect descended the mountain, every one of them was a ruthless figure, carving bloody paths through the Jianghu and causing countless Jianghu people to tremble with fear at their very names.

’Taking this opportunity to come to the Zhang Mansion for a cup of wedding wine is a good way to get on good terms with Zhang Su. For him, it’s a matter of all benefits and no drawbacks. Why wouldn’t he?’

Not just Sun Lie, but the other Jianghu Martial Artists also had the same purpose for their visit.

It was all just to make an appearance before Zhang Su.

Li He and his children were shocked.

They had already thought Zhang Su was very strong.

But now, hearing what Sun Lie said, it seemed Zhang Su was even more formidable than they had imagined!

Just then, a commotion erupted outside the Zhang Family’s Old Mansion.

"The groom from the Jiang Family is here!"

"The groom has finally come to fetch the bride."

"Young Hero Zhang should be making an appearance now, right?"

The atmosphere outside had become lively.

The groom had arrived with a large entourage to receive the bride.

Although the groom, Jiang Cheng, was also a young talent whose fame was on the rise in the Jianghu, none of these distinguished guests paid him any mind.

Drinking the wedding wine was incidental; their true purpose was to see Zhang Su!

Jiang Cheng, dressed in a red robe and in high spirits, arrived outside the bride’s chambers, ready to receive her.

CREAK.

The door suddenly swung open.

A maidservant emerged, supporting the bride, whose face was covered by a red veil.

The once-boisterous crowd fell silent in an instant.

Everyone’s gaze fell not on the bride, but on the young man standing behind her.

He was dressed in white robes and had a gentle disposition, but he held a sword in his hand.

"It’s Young Hero Zhang..."

Some people had already recognized Zhang Su.

Their eyes lit up.

In their eyes, neither the groom nor the bride was as important as Zhang Su.

"Brother Zhang, I..."

Jiang Cheng naturally recognized Zhang Su.

But just as he began to speak, Zhang Su cut him off.

"Stop."

Zhang Su’s expression turned cold.

Just a moment ago, he had sensed a hint of killing intent!

Zhang Su’s perception was incredibly sharp. Although the killing intent was deeply hidden, he had still detected it.

He strode past his younger sister, positioning himself to shield her.

Then, Zhang Su’s gaze went past Jiang Cheng and fell upon the crowd behind him.

"Who are they?" Zhang Su asked.

"They..."

Following Zhang Su’s gaze, Jiang Cheng also saw the unfamiliar faces that had appeared in the crowd behind him.

"The people I brought from the Jiang Family... they weren’t among them! How could this be..."

Jiang Cheng seemed to realize something, and his face instantly paled.