My Ares Son-in-Law

Now seeing the medicine box with snow lotus patterns, Xiao Chen instantly concluded that the old man in front of him was most likely the miracle doctor of the Snow Lotus Sect.

The Zhao family was able to invite such a medical master from the holy land, which shows that in order to save Zhao Chuanshen, they not only spent a lot of financial resources, but also mobilized extremely deep network resources, which shows their profound foundation and extraordinary strength.

Xiao Chen's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint, meaningful smile. He knew very well that as the head of the family, Zhao Liangren's love for his son had reached the extreme. In order to cure Zhao Chuanshen's illness, he spared no expense to hire a miracle doctor from the Penglai Holy Land Snow Lotus Sect. The financial and human resources spent behind this were incalculable.

After all, as a medical sect in the holy land, the Snow Lotus Sect has always lived in seclusion and devoted itself to the study of medicine. Without sufficient sincerity and generous rewards, as well as complicated personal connections, how could they easily come out?

However, Xiao Chen changed his mind and realized that since the Zhao family had already invited the genius doctor from the Xuelian Sect and also invited him at the same time, it was obvious that they wanted to have an extra guarantee and regarded him as a backup plan.

However, Xiao Chen didn't care about it, and a trace of confidence and calmness flashed in his eyes. In his opinion, if the magic doctor of Xuelian Sect could really bring Zhao Chuanshen back to health, he would have other ways. With his own profound strength, extraordinary strategy and those unknown trump cards, he would definitely make the Zhao family willing to cooperate with him.

He raised his head slightly, thinking to himself that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, he was confident that he could handle them, because his abilities were far more than that.

Cheng Tianan's face was filled with just the right smile, which contained a bit of flattery and expectation, as if silently announcing to Zhao Liangren that the people he brought would definitely be able to solve his urgent problems.

He walked hurriedly, the soles of his shoes rubbing against the ground made a slight sound, and he stepped in front of Mr. Zhao in a few steps. He bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Uncle Zhao, this is the one I invited..." However, his words seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and stopped abruptly.

At this moment, Zhao Chunhua's sharp and terrified voice exploded without warning, as if a huge rock hit the calm lake, instantly stirring up thousands of waves: "Xiao Chen, why is it you! I said I would send the herbs to you, why did you follow me home?"

Her eyes were as big as copper bells, and her black pupils were full of shock and disbelief, as if Xiao Chen in front of her was an uninvited guest from another world who could bring unpredictable disasters at any time.

The hands that were originally leisurely behind the back now seemed to be pulled by some powerful force and subconsciously clenched into fists. The knuckles turned slightly white due to excessive force, and the blue veins on the back of the hands were faintly visible.

Her body leaned forward involuntarily, every muscle tensed, as if she was guarding against the impending unknown danger and ready to fight back at any time.

On the other hand, Xiao Chen was still calm, with a warm smile on his face that never wavered. His eyes were clear and bright, revealing an innate calmness and composure.

He tilted his head slightly and said slowly: "Let's not talk about medicinal herbs today. Remember what I said to you that day? We will meet again." His tone was calm and firm, as if he was telling a fact that had already been predetermined.

He looked directly into Zhao Chunhua's eyes. His gaze was like a bottomless lake, which made it impossible for people to see the secrets in it, but he inexplicably felt a kind of confidence in controlling the overall situation, as if nothing in the world could escape his calculations. When Zhao Chunhua heard this, the initial panic on his face was like the morning mist, which quickly dissipated under the sunlight. Instead, it was replaced by an elusive calmness. His expression became cold and deep, as if he had put on a solid mask in an instant.

However, the slightly trembling corners of her mouth, like the undercurrent surging beneath the calm lake, still revealed the waves deep in his heart.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, with a sharp suspicion flashing in her eyes, like a vigilant cheetah, and said coldly: "No wonder you said we would meet again, you knew what happened today at that time, right?" There was a hint of questioning in her tone, and seemed to be a hint of unwillingness.

Xiao Chen raised his lips, revealing a meaningful smile, and nodded gently. At this delicate moment, he cleverly changed the subject: "However, since your father has invited the medical masters of the Penglai Holy Land Snow Lotus Sect, I'm afraid you don't need me anymore, right?"

As he spoke, he glanced at everyone in the room without leaving a trace. His gaze was like a gentle breeze, slowly brushing across everyone's face, and finally landing steadily on the old man from the Snow Lotus Sect.

The look seemed casual, but it actually contained deep meaning, as if he was conducting a silent contest with the legendary medical master.

When Zhao Chunhua heard this, a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes. The surprise was like a meteor across the night sky, fleeting, yet so dazzling. He couldn't help but blurt out: "You actually know about the Snow Lotus Sect!"

In her opinion, the four holy places were like mysterious palaces suspended in the clouds, shrouded in layers of mist, high above and out of reach. In the secular world, almost 99.9% of people had never heard of the name of the holy places, let alone knowing the mysterious sects within them.

In the secular world, only those who stand at the top of the power pyramid and hold great power to make things happen, or those who have reached the pinnacle of martial arts practice, have the opportunity to touch the tip of the iceberg of the holy land and peek into some of the mysteries contained therein.

The Xiao Chen in front of him was just a seemingly ordinary young man. From the outside, he did not have the majesty of a superior, nor the powerful aura emanating from a strong man. However, he knew the Penglai Holy Land and the Snow Lotus Sect therein very well. This was really incredible and puzzling.

Xiao Chen seemed to have seen through her inner doubts and shock. He still had a faint smile on his face. He stretched out his slender and white fingers calmly and gracefully pointed at the medicine box on the young man's back. He explained in a calm and natural tone: "The symbol of the Snow Lotus Sect's medical practice is right above it. My master mentioned it when I came down from the mountain."

His voice was soft and soothing, as if he was telling a very ordinary story, as if it was just a trivial matter that was not worth mentioning. However, to Zhao Chunhua, these few words were like thunder that exploded out of nowhere, making his eardrums hurt and stirring up a storm in his heart.

Countless speculations suddenly emerged in his mind, including Xiao Chen's identity, his origins, and his relationship with the mysterious master... These questions were like a tangled mess, entangled in his mind, making him unable to make sense of them. His curiosity and doubts about Xiao Chen became stronger. (End of this chapter)