Heroes Compete for the Bride (Part One)

"You're being forced into marriage? Holding a martial tournament? Where is it being held? Don't tell me it's inside this palace?" Evan Yang asked suspiciously.

"That's right, it's right here in the palace. Help me out," the young woman said.

"All I heard was that the Fiend Palace Lord's youngest daughter is holding a son-in-law selection here, but I never heard about anyone else hosting a martial tournament?" Evan Yang said.

The young woman was stunned for a moment, then said, "Don't worry about that. Just tell me, will you help or not?"

Seeing how anxious she was, Evan Yang couldn't help but feel the urge to help, just like back at the Blossoming Lily House—before he knew it, he was already stepping in.

But Evan Yang couldn't let her see that he was willing to help, so he said, "I could help you, but what's in it for me?"

"What do you want?" the young woman asked.

"How about ten million top-grade Immortal Essence Stones?" Evan Yang grinned.

"You..." The young woman was stunned. Ten million was something she could afford, but the thought that Evan Yang was only helping her for Immortal Essence Stones made her say immediately, "You're not just a scoundrel, you're obsessed with money too."

"One word—if you pay, I'll help. If not, I'm leaving right now." Evan Yang smiled, though he sighed inwardly, "Can't help it, I can't just agree to help you for nothing."

"Fine, deal," the young woman said.

"That's more like it. So, how exactly do you want me to help?" Evan Yang asked.

"I'll tell you in a bit. Just follow me for now," the young woman said.

Evan Yang nodded and followed her. After walking for a while, they ran into the two Emperor-realm cultivators who had just restrained the young woman earlier.

The two Emperor-realm cultivators were shocked to see the young woman come out. Just as they were about to act, she said, "I need to see the Palace Lord."

"What for?" one of them asked.

"Obviously, it's about the son-in-law selection," the young woman replied.

The two exchanged a glance, then led the way in front. Evan Yang followed behind the young woman, still curious—was she from the Middle Saint Palace or what? Why was she being forced into marriage and holding a martial tournament? Was the Palace Lord really forcing her?

If it really was the Palace Lord, then who was supposed to marry the Palace Lord? And what ability did he have to help her here in the Fiend Palace?

With all these questions swirling in his mind, Evan Yang looked around curiously. After a while, they arrived at another small palace hall.