I Have Seven Dragon Souls In a cultivation world

Rylan couldn't listen to Marco's nonsense any longer and smacked him right across the face.

The slap was so brutal that Marco's body span as he was sent flying across the room.

holding his face, Marco felt unjustly treated and complained

"Father, why?!" 

Marco just couldn't begin to understand his father's anger.

"Is it because of some trash from a rural city? Even if I kill him-"

"Bang!"

Just by listening to Marco, Rylan felt a sudden rush of blood to his head and was forced to smack Marco across the face again.

but it didn't just end there as  this time, Rylan grabbed Marco by the shirt as he roared into his face 

"Some trash?! Marco, you bastard, have you lost your mind?

Do you have any idea who your son  has messed with?" 

Marco shrank his neck Back in fear and replied.

"No, not really. Anyway, he's from a small clan, so what does it matter?"

looking at the ignorance of his son, Rylan almost burst a blood vessel in frustration.

"Of course you wouldn't know anything. That nobody you're talking about is the Dragon son of the Department of War! "

As Rylan spoke, his frustration at his some grew more and more 

"Fuck! Marco, do you realise what you've done? 

Of all departments you messed with, it had to be the Department of War!

Those lunatics that spent most of their life fighting! They'd rather die than be humiliated and you messed with one of the most important people amongst a group of such madmen."

Just looking at Marco, Rylan really felt like strangling him!

This time, He really did put the clan in a hopeless situation

Relatively small clans like theirs already had it tough surviving at the capital as it is.

But his son seemed to want to live a short life and went to provoke the Department of War!

There are countless stories of arrogant young men humiliating some generals or soldiers of the kingdom.

Those young men initially thought nothing of it, that was until their clan was stormed by the military because they randomly discovered some strange information and wanted to inspect their compound in an effort 'to ensure national security'.

Or even worse, in other cases, the clan's assets and convoys would be consistently raided by "Wild Bandits" even though the military is supposed to be patrolling and protecting that specific area.

The people from the Department of War were a spiteful bunch and most definitely weren't someone you wanted against you!

  After hearing his father's words, Marco was left stunned.

He almost couldn't believe his own ears. 

  If what his father said was true, then it seemed like the situation was much bigger than he imagined! 

  Rylan ignored the shocked look on Marco and dropped Him straight onto the floor.

Without taking a second look at his son, he turned around to leave the room, but before he left, he coldly spoke towards Marco.

"Listen here Marco. I don't care if that boy even killed your son.

Tomorrow you're going to take some gifts and apologise to that young man!"

After saying this, Rylan didn't stay another second and quickly stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him as he left.

Marco watched on with a furious gaze as his father left the room.

"Husband... are we really going to let that boy go after what he did to our son?"

Marco slowly turned to his wife with a twisted expression on his face

"Don't worry, I'd never let something slide that easily."

And with that, Marco tidied himself up before he also quickly got up and left the room.

...

back to Dante 

Dante was currently sitting in the carriage as they traveled to his new place of residence inside of the capital.

after a short while spent travelling, Dante suddenly heard a guard call out to him.

"Young Master, we have arrived."

as soon as the guard said these words, he quickly came to open the door.

as the door sung open, Dante was greeted with a magnificent sight.

a metallic giant gate stood at the entrance with two guards watching fiercely over it. 

  the two guards were giant armoured men, fully decked out in the maroon coloured armour that Dante had seen common amongst the soldiers he'd met

as Dante approached the gate, the guards suddenly stamped their spears and roared.

"We welcome the Dragon Son!" 

  Dante was briefly surprised by the sudden outburst of the guards by the gate before quickly replying. 

"I'm flattered by your greeting, but you guys don't really have to call me Dragon Son, you know? You can just call me Young Master. I'm sure it'll be easier for everyone that way." 

  Dante walked past them a short distance before turning back and replying,

"And next time, don't shout so loud. I'm already so close already that if you shout any louder, you'll probably burst my eardrums."

"Of course Dragon son!"

The guards didn't hesitate to reply after hearing Dante's instructions, which only caused Dante to shake his head in helplessness 

"I already told you guys, you don't have to call me dragon son!

hearing Dante's words, the guards awkwardly scratched their heads as they gave him an embarrassed smile.

  seeing the awkward look on the face of the guards, Dante gave up trying to convince them anymore and sighed as he walked through the gates.

Despite being in a completely new environment, Dante didn't have to walk far before he was greeted with a familiar sight.

Only a few feet in front of him stood Rebbeca with her arms folded, slowly tapping her feet as Dante entered the courtyard.

"look who decided to show up. Our very own little Dragon Son."

Hearing Rebecca start her rant again, Dante smiled, as he already knew what was coming.

Not wanting to be bombarded by her question, Dante spoke and quickly cut her off

"Alright Rebecca, I get it. There's no need to drag this out."

but unfortunately for Dante, despite saying all this, Rebecca still didn't listen to him and carried on.

she slowly approached Dante and poked him in the cheek as if checking whether he was still even real.

"I still can't believe it! My little Dante has become a Dragon Son!"

despite being around and seeing Dante's amazing development, Rebecca still couldn't help but marvel at Dante's amazing rate of growth 

"sometimes I can't help but wonder if the little Dante that used to run to me all those years ago and the you now are even the same person."

Hearing Rebecca's words, Dante's body subconsciously flinched before he quickly relaxed again