My Ares Son-in-Law

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Chen slowly put the phone back into his pocket, looked into the distance, and whispered softly: "The Western Region... that place is really a place of trouble."

His brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

It is located in a remote area, far away from the emperor, and has always been the focus of competition among various forces. It is very likely to be the base of the Gods Society.

Even if it is not, it is still one of its most important strongholds.

The God's Society, this evil organization hidden in the depths of darkness, is like a cancer lurking in the dark, threatening the security and stability of the entire Dragon Kingdom at all times.

Moreover, the situation in the western region is complicated, with various forces intertwined and their interests intricately entangled.

Trying to find the fox tail of the God Society in this chaotic land is like looking for a needle in a haystack and is fraught with difficulties.

In addition, the Zhongnan Holy Land is also located in that place.

Since ancient times, the area around the holy land has been blessed with outstanding people and many powerful martial arts families, and the Yin family is one of them.

The Yin family's influence in the western region is deeply rooted. There are many masters in the family, and its profound foundation is so daunting.

Their power is like a huge spider web, covering every corner of the western region and has intricate ties with all forces.

Of course, in his eyes, these so-called martial arts families and various forces are nothing more than ants.

They may seem unattainable to ordinary people, possessing powerful strength and vast resources, but to someone like Xiao Chen who is at the pinnacle of martial arts, they are nothing more than slightly larger ants.

What he was most worried about was the Prison Clan.

The Prison Clan is a mysterious and evil existence. They hide in the dark like a dormant poisonous snake, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

While he was investigating the Yu Clan, the Yu Clan was also not idle.

They used the Shenming Society as a tool to continuously develop and grow themselves in secret.

The Gods Association is like the tentacles extended by the Prison Clan, collecting resources and intelligence everywhere to pave the way for the rise of the Prison Clan.

The Prison Clan is constantly growing stronger, and they are trying their best to awaken their terrifying power as early as possible.

Among those prison clans, there might be masters who are stronger than him.

They may possess ancient and mysterious bloodlines, or they may master unknown powerful skills. Once they fully awaken, they will bring great disaster to the entire world.

Therefore, the most urgent task right now is to improve our strength.

Only if you are strong enough can you gain a firm foothold in this ever-changing world and have enough strength to fight against the threats posed by the Prison Clan.

The pill that the old man gave him before was the one that could quickly improve his cultivation.

The old man's identity was mysterious and his strength was unfathomable, so the pills he gave out were naturally not ordinary items.

I haven't had a chance to use it before, but now that I'm home, I have to use it as soon as possible.

Only when you are stronger can you be more confident in facing the coming troubles.

He knew very well that the road ahead was full of thorns and challenges, the Prison Clan would not let him go easily, and he would never bow to the evil forces.

Lin Youya sat for a while and then left. She was a very perceptive girl.

She seemed to realize that Xiao Chen had important things to do, and a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes, so she didn't stay any longer.

When she stood up, her movements were light and graceful, and she closed the door gently, as if she was afraid of disturbing Xiao Chen.

After she left, Xiao Chen swallowed the pill and started practicing. He had already checked the pill and confirmed that there was no problem, otherwise he would not dare to use it carelessly.

After all, on the road of martial arts, a little carelessness could lead to eternal damnation.

Xiao Chen sat cross-legged on the bed in the room. The room was simply and neatly furnished with only a bed, a table and a few chairs.

The candlelight flickered gently on the table, emitting a faint light, illuminating Xiao Chen's focused face.

He held the glowing pill in his hand. Under the candlelight, the patterns on the pill's surface looked like mysterious runes, as if containing endless mysteries.

He took a deep breath and slowly put the pill into his mouth.

The pill melted in the mouth, turning into a stream of hot energy that rushed straight down the throat to the dantian.

In an instant, Xiao Chen felt a boiling hot current exploding in his body, as if a ball of fire was burning in his internal organs.

His face turned red instantly, as if it had been roasted by fire, and the veins on his forehead bulged out like little winding snakes.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, wetting the sheets beneath him.

The energy rampaged through the meridians, and wherever it passed, the meridians felt tearing pain, as if they were about to be burst by this powerful force.

Xiao Chen clenched his teeth, endured the severe pain, and tried hard to guide the energy to circulate in his body.

His consciousness was highly concentrated, as if he had entered a world that belonged only to him. In this world, it was only him and that powerful energy that were competing.

He knew that this was the only way to improve his strength, and only by getting through this stage could he become stronger.

Xiao Chen clenched his teeth so hard that it seemed as if he was going to break them. The muscles on his face were twisted and deformed due to the force.

He endured the severe pain, and every bit of pain was like a sharp knife, cutting into his body.

However, his will was extremely firm. He started to practice his mental method, and the mantra of the mental method was like a mysterious spell, echoing in his mind continuously.

He guided the energy to flow slowly through his meridians, just like groping forward in the dark, taking every step carefully.

His consciousness sank into his body, concentrating on controlling the direction of the energy.

Every time he guided a little, he had to endure tremendous pain, and that pain was like a raging wave, hitting him one after another.

His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the ground, and were instantly evaporated by the high temperature.

In the retreat room, the temperature rose sharply, as if it had turned into a huge steamer. The air around it seemed to be ignited and filled with a hot breath.

The candle flames on the wall swayed wildly, making crackling sounds, as if cheering for this arduous training.

As the energy continued to be guided and refined, Xiao Chen's breath began to become gradually disordered.

His body was sometimes tense as a bow, with all the muscles stretched tight together, like a fully drawn bowstring that could break at any moment;

Sometimes it trembled violently, like a leaf in the wind, swaying uncontrollably.

He seemed to be going through a life-and-death test, and every breath was difficult.

Suddenly, a circle of dazzling light burst out around his body. The light was as hot as the sun, illuminating the entire retreat room.

In the light, golden lines can be vaguely seen flowing, which is a manifestation of highly concentrated energy. It is like a series of mysterious runes, containing endless power.

Xiao Chen's momentum continued to rise, and in the originally quiet retreat room, there were bursts of whistling wind, as if an invisible force was wreaking havoc. (End of this chapter)