I Made a Cold-Blooded Return and Forced the Heiress to Marry Me with a Sword - Chapter 1:

Chapter 1: The God of Slaughter Returns to Embrace His Wife

At the foot of the green mountain on the outskirts of Jiang City.

“Li Yuyan, marry me, or I’ll kill you.”

A young man with a tattered backpack stood cold and composed, his gaze as icy as frost, fixed on Li Yuyan.

Li Yuyan’s brows twitched slightly, her eyes shrinking in disbelief. She had seen proposals before, but never like this. Most importantly, she was certain she had never seen this man in her life. 

Not even once. 

And now he wanted to marry her? 

Was this a joke?

This stranger was handsome, plainly dressed, and carried an aura as frigid as a glacier. Li Yuyan was momentarily stunned, unsure how to respond.

But before she could think clearly, her expression tightened, her cheeks flushed, and her legs gave out beneath her. Her body collapsed forward uncontrollably.

“No… The drug is taking effect.” Her entire body felt weak, as if she were sinking into a swamp. Her vision blurred rapidly.

Fortunately, the young man caught her and held her in his arms.

“My name is Guan Sheng,” he said. “From now on, I’ll be your husband.”

Li Yuyan wanted to reject him, but the drug had robbed her of the ability to utter a single word.

Husband? Hah! That would only happen if she survived this mountain today. Who would’ve thought that a simple trip to pay respects to her grandfather would lead to this?

Now, in this remote mountain area, with only the two of them present, was there any hope of escape?

Guan Sheng waited for her response, but when she said nothing, he looked down and realized she had already lost consciousness.

“I thought you were agreeing,” he murmured. “Turns out you were poisoned.”

He placed his fingers on her wrist, carefully checking her pulse.

“A sedative?”

“Someone wants you dead.”

Having completed countless assassination missions, Guan Sheng instantly picked up on the scent of danger in the air.

“Luckily, I arrived in time.”

“Forget it. Once you wake up, I’ll take you to get our marriage certificate.”

He was the legendary God of Slaughter, Demon Sword—an assassin capable of annihilating entire mercenary armies single-handedly, and even battling the top ten war gods of the world without falling behind, killing each of them one by one.

But because he was too cold-blooded and emotionless, never caring about his teammates and only about himself, his master, who had both raised and trained him, expelled him from Assassin City.

Before he left, his master handed him a photo and told him to return to Dragon Nation and marry Li Yuyan.

Master had said: only when the ice in his heart truly melted and he learned to cherish those around him could he return to Assassin City, reclaim the top spot, and command the world’s most powerful assassins.

Thinking of his master’s words, Guan Sheng looked at Li Yuyan with a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.

“Since I was a child, I’ve lived a life licking blood off swords. I practiced sword swings 3,000 times a day. My heart is already frozen to the marrow.”

“Master said you could change me. I really want to see—what exactly is so special about you?”

Muttering to himself, Guan Sheng lifted Li Yuyan in a princess carry and turned to leave.

But just then—

Three sharp arrows came whistling from behind, slicing through the wind and leaves, aimed straight at Guan Sheng’s neck.

The next moment—

Guan Sheng tilted his head slightly, and a cold gleam flashed. The three arrows were instantly cut into six fragments and scattered to the sides.

A short sword, no longer than half an arm, appeared in his calloused right hand.

“Who’s there?” His eyes were cold and sharp.

Ten masked men emerged from the mountain path, each radiating murderous intent.

One of them drew a bow and aimed a poisoned arrow at Guan Sheng’s head.

The leader, a man with a scar across his forehead, sneered, “Where’d this punk come from, trying to poach our prize?”

“You better take a good look at yourself. Think you can steal our woman?”

“Put Li Yuyan down and get lost, or you’ll die here.”

Guan Sheng said coldly, “She’s my woman.”

The scar-faced man burst into laughter, “Your woman? Do you even know who she is?”

Guan Sheng said, “The Li family heiress of Jiang City.”

The scar-faced man stopped laughing, drew his longsword, and said, “Wrong, wrong, wrong. She’s the woman that Black Eagle Lord, the underground ruler of Jiangnan Province, wants.”

“Master Eagle offered 1 billion for her, brat. Be smart and get lost.”

Black Eagle Lord? The underground ruler?

Hearing that name, Guan Sheng dug through his memory.

Tch…

That name sounded familiar. Ah, right—five years ago, that guy was still a pimp running the red-light district in England.

Coincidentally, he had killed a few hundred of his thugs during a mission back then.

So it was him? Surprised he didn’t die of fear.

Guan Sheng said, “Go back and tell your Black Eagle Lord that Li Yuyan now belongs to me, Guan Sheng.”

The moment he finished, the ten men narrowed their eyes.

“Refusing a toast and asking for punishment—kill him!”

As soon as the command was given, the ten assassins moved like shadows, surrounding Guan Sheng in the blink of an eye.

Their speed was beyond what any ordinary person could match. The machetes in their hands swung with thunderous roars.

But—

They had no idea who they were facing.

Another flash of icy light.

With three explosive thuds, Guan Sheng swung his sword, using the simplest of techniques. In that instant, nine of the ten men were cleaved in half at the waist.

Crack—

Nine died instantly.

The last one was sent flying, coughing blood. Though the sword didn’t touch him, a single arc of sword qi had shattered his internal organs.

Now, only one breath of life remained.

His body trembled, his face pale with fear, completely stripped of his earlier arrogance.

“How… How is this possible?”

“Such terrifying swordsmanship.”

“Who… Who are you?”

Guan Sheng slid his sword back into his sleeve and walked away with pride, leaving behind four cold sentences.

“Go back and tell your Black Eagle Lord my name.”

“Then he’ll know who I am.”

“Remember this—Li Yuyan is my woman.”

“If you come again, you die.”

…

Half an hour later, inside the luxurious villa of the Li family in Jiang City.

Li Yuyan’s father, Li Feng, looked at Guan Sheng in confusion. After exchanging glances with his wife Xu Hong, he frowned.

“You… Who are you?”

“Why are you carrying my daughter back?”

Guan Sheng gently placed Li Yuyan on the sofa and covered her with a blanket. Then he sat in the main chair of the living room.

The aura naturally emanating from him instantly made Li Feng and Xu Hong feel immense pressure—just like facing their battle-hardened elder.

How could someone so young possess such a powerful presence?

Guan Sheng answered coldly, “I’m Li Yuyan’s husband.”

“What?” Li Feng’s eyes widened in shock.

His daughter had gone out to pay respects to her grandfather and returned with a husband?

He was about to scowl in anger, but Xu Hong quickly pulled him aside.

“Why are you pulling me? This guy can’t be Yuyan’s husband. He’s insane.”

Xu Hong pinched his waist and whispered, “Did you forget? That rumored young master from the Qi family of Jiang City said three years ago that he’d marry Yuyan the day he came down from the mountain.”

“Tch…” Li Feng’s eyes lit up. “You mean, he’s that Young Master Qi?”

Guan Sheng said, “I’m thirsty.”

Li Feng immediately ran over with a bootlicking smile, “Yes, son-in-law. I’ll get you some water!”