Lena Lin and Desmond Mansfield’s wedding might not match the grand spectacle of Nathan Yates and Lydia Hong’s ceremony, but this time, its importance directly determines the future of Dragon-Chen Hall.
What does it mean to be smart? It’s reading the times, judging the situation, and recognizing people for who they are. With chaos and war looming, only those who can spot the true chosen one—the final victor—are truly wise.
If you still think this is just an ordinary wedding, you’ll end up swept away, crushed as a stepping stone for someone else’s rise—the true favored one will step right over you.
“All these days in the Flowing-Light Star-Region… honestly, it’s been suffocating.”
“These battle-hungry brothers haven’t seen real combat in ages. But a Dragon-Chen Legion that doesn’t fight isn’t the kind of strong force I want.”
“Desmond Mansfield, I’m sorry—but right after the wedding, it’s going to be war. A long, bloody war.”
Evan Chu watched as Desmond Mansfield spoke three times in a row, his face grave. Evan understood—there was no turning back, not after taking this step.
Desmond Mansfield grinned, “I’m not the hesitant type, trust me. With the Savage Brotherhood joining up and the three great legions under Dragon-Chen Hall’s command, I’m confident we’ll win! Don’t underestimate the Dark Legion—I’ll make sure its power gets unleashed fast...
But I...
“I know you need time, but time is the only thing we don’t have! Frostbane Holy Emperor Holden Hong won’t give us much. Once this wedding ends and the lines are drawn, our window is nearly gone.”
Desmond Mansfield’s lips quivered—no one could tell what he was thinking.
Who is Desmond Mansfield? Who is Evan Chu? In talent, wisdom, strategy, and potential, they’re peerless geniuses—monsters who appear only once in tens of thousands of years! With people like them around, the Star-River Dominion is destined for a new overlord.
But all of that depends on one thing: time to grow.
Yet the Frostbane Dynasty has been entrenched here for ages, its ambitions to dominate the star-region never fading. Holden Hong is scheming in secret—how could he let anyone else take his place?
Even if Evan Chu isn’t too sharp-edged, just Desmond Mansfield trying to grow up slowly is already nearly impossible.
In a world this cutthroat, if you don’t fight upstream, you’ll be drowned by the flood.
“Let’s do it!”
Desmond Mansfield took Lena Lin’s hand, completing the final step of the wedding ceremony. Looking down, he saw all Dragon-Chen Hall’s allies—smaller dynasties like Flowing-Light, and great clans like the Mansfield Family. Whether for利益 or other reasons, they’d all ended up in Evan Chu’s camp.
Sometimes, you don’t get to choose your side. Many here don’t believe Evan Chu will win, but they have no choice. Take Mad-Blade Li and Lord Jun Yang—they should be backing Evan, but now they’re locked up by the Frostbane Dynasty.
Sometimes, you really have no say in the matter.
The elite troops of the Dragon-Chen, Wan-Xiong, and Dark Legions quietly assembled. Without anyone noticing, the Flowing-Light Star-Region had gathered over a million soldiers—a terrifying force, with Holy Emperor-level experts everywhere.
Evan Chu stood at the highest point, with only Old Goldwing and Shadow behind him. He looked down on the gathered powers and suddenly shouted, voice ringing out.
“Whatever your reasons, I don’t care—and I won’t ask. The fact is, you chose me, Evan Chu! For now, I can’t promise you anything, but remember this: as long as I’m here, so are you! Wherever I stand, that’s always the front line!
If Dragon-Chen stands, you stay safe. But if I find out anyone’s betraying us, don’t blame me for being ruthless!
All of you—your power is like ants. In the past, Dragon-Chen alone could have wiped you out. In the Hundred-Dynasty War, we’ve fought before. We all know it. But now, all grudges must be set aside. For利益, for faith, whatever it is—you’re bound to me now.
My demands are simple: my word is law, my orders must be executed, no exceptions! If you can’t do that, I’d rather see you dead!
After Evan Chu’s speech, everyone was shaken. The Dragon Throne, the Hall Master—he’s always been direct, but no one expected him to lay it all out like this.
What does this mean? Is this basically a declaration of war? The wedding’s cover just got torn to shreds—Evan Chu isn’t even pretending to wait!
Of course, none of that matters anymore. Now that it’s all out in the open, there’s nothing left to hide.
Loyalty? That only exists in the core Dragon-Chen Legion. The rest—Flowing-Light Dynasty, other clans and sects, or the minor dynasties attached here—are all here for利益, plain and simple.
Some have already mortally offended the Frostbane Dynasty—there’s no way back for them. Others dream of soaring high, but Frostbane never gave them a chance. Some, like the Savage Brotherhood before, have their own reasons...
Truth is, most of them aren’t thrilled about following Dragon-Chen Hall. Even the Wan-Xiong Legion probably isn’t a solid block yet.
But Evan Chu isn’t worried. Right now, his job is to gather people! Once he’s got the numbers, he’s not afraid they won’t fight—he’s got the best strategist, Desmond Mansfield, the Mansfield Family’s star-bloodline genius, the one who inherited the Astro-Divination Canon.
But even all this... still isn’t enough. The Frostbane Dynasty’s foundation is terrifying—tens of thousands of years of accumulation, and that’s just the surface. As the new overlord of the region, when it calls, how many will answer?
Honestly, calling Evan Chu’s efforts ‘an egg against a stone’ isn’t an exaggeration. He wondered, if Holden Hong has already started his layout, how much power could he rally in an instant?
Just as he was thinking that, the situation flipped—outside the Flowing-Light Star-Region, a vast fleet of starships appeared, black-clad armies materializing, their auras fierce and overwhelming.
Boom! Boom! Two thunder-dragons rolled through the sky, dragging a giant flagship. On its banner, three characters blazed: Star-Treasure Pavilion!
Evan Chu’s eyes widened—what was going on? The Star-Treasure Pavilion branch from the Yellow-Blade Star-Region had already sent people, right? Branch Master Hong even sent gifts, and he’s right here!
But the next moment, Evan Chu realized something was off. This lineup, this show of force—this wasn’t the branch. This was... the Southeastern Headquarters! One of Star-Treasure Pavilion’s four great main bases!