My Ares Son-in-Law

The teacups on the long mahogany table had already gone cold, but no one reached out to touch them, as if the teacups were hot potatoes that would be in trouble for anyone who touched them.

More than twenty pairs of eyes were cast towards the carved bronze door at the same time. At this moment, the door was like a door of life and death, and everything outside the door was full of unknowns and dangers.

The sound of knuckles tapping unconsciously on the armrests seemed particularly harsh in the dead silence, as if it was the outward expression of everyone's inner fear.

Everyone's heartbeat quickened with the knocking sound, as if something terrible would happen in the next second.

The sound of tires rolling over bluestone slabs suddenly pierced the silence. The sound was sharp and abrupt, like a sharp sword, piercing the already fragile peace in the mansion.

Everyone sat up suddenly like a frightened bird, their bodies instantly tensed, their eyes filled with vigilance and fear.

The "tapping" sound of leather shoes stepping on the white marble steps came from far away and gradually got closer. The sound was steady and powerful, and every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart.

The moment the sound of the copper ring knocking on the door rang out, the Adam's apples of all the middle-aged men rolled, as if a huge rock was stuck in their throats, making it impossible for them to breathe.

The white-haired old men dug their fingers deeply into their palms, and blood slowly seeped out through their fingers, but they were unaware of it. All their attention was focused on the carved bronze door that was about to be opened.

As the carved bronze door slowly opened, three figures walked in one after another.

The old man walking in the front has white hair and a youthful face, with two frosty white eyebrows hanging down to his cheekbones, as if they were the traces left by the years on his face, but also adding a bit of majesty and mystery.

There seemed to be two deep pools hidden in the deep eye sockets. When the eyes opened and closed, a cold lightning-like gleam flashed across everyone's head. The eyes were cold and sharp, as if they could see through everyone's heart.

The two middle-aged men following behind the old man were of burly build, with stern faces and fierce and resolute eyes. They were obviously experienced masters.

"Welcome ancestor!"

The sound of everyone standing up in unison hit the walls like thunder, and the sound made the ashes in the bronze incense burner in the corner fall down, as if a miniature storm had been set off in the incense burner.

The incense ash floated in the air, carrying a hint of stale smell, as if telling the heavy pressure that the Yang family was facing at the moment.

Everyone in the Yang family knows that Yang Hailong, who has lived in seclusion in a bamboo hut in the back mountain for twenty years, is the real pillar that controls the family's lifeline.

For the past twenty years, Yang Hailong has lived in seclusion, like a forgotten legend, but his reputation has never faded in the hearts of the Yang family.

His existence is like a towering mountain, providing support for the Yang family in times of storm.

Even the current head of the family, Yang Ping, had his back straightened at this moment, like a fully drawn bow.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slowly slid down his spine into his belt. The cold touch made him more clearly aware of the seriousness of the situation.

He knew very well that the appearance of the ancestor meant that the family had reached a critical moment of life and death, and as the head of the family, he shouldered the heavy responsibility of leading the family through the difficulties.

Yang Hailong brushed aside his wide black sleeves, his movements were graceful and calm, as if all the troubles around him had nothing to do with him.

He took steady steps and sat down on the sandalwood main seat. The corner of his robe embroidered with gold cloud patterns brushed the armrest, causing a slight sound of silk rubbing against each other.

The sound was crisp and pleasant, but it also made everyone's heart rise to their throat.

"Everyone, take a seat."

His voice seemed to come from an ancient bell, with a reassuring heaviness.

The voice seemed to have some magical power, making everyone who was originally extremely nervous relax a little.

Everyone sat down as if they had been pardoned, but still kept leaning forward, like a group of falcons ready to swoop at any time.

Their eyes were filled with awe and expectation, expecting the ancestor to lead them out of the predicament. The old man's hawk-like eyes swept across the pale faces of the people. The eyes were sharp and cold, as if he could see through everyone's heart.

Suddenly, he chuckled, and the laughter seemed particularly abrupt in the silent hall.

"Look at you, you stray dogs."

There was a hint of sarcasm and disdain in his tone, as if he was mocking everyone's cowardice and incompetence.

He flicked the armrest with his fingers. The action seemed casual, but it made the celadon pen washer on the desk buzz.

The celadon brush washer on the desk was shaking slightly, as if it would fall down at any time.

Everyone's heart was beating fast as the brush was shaking, and they dared not breathe.

"Two consecutive defeats, so what? The Yang family has lost nine of the twelve peak Tianhe realm masters, so what?"

Yang Hailong's voice suddenly rose, with an unquestionable dominance.

There was a firm light in his eyes, as if telling everyone that the foundation of the Yang family was not shaken.

"As long as I am still alive, the Yang family's sky will never fall!"

His voice echoed in the hall, like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart and rekindling their hope.

The tense atmosphere finally loosened a little, like the brief relief after the moment of depression before the storm.

Some people secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense shoulders instantly collapsed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted; some people hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads with their sleeves, and their sleeves were soon soaked, glowing faintly under the dim light.

The entire hall was filled with an atmosphere of relief yet still anxiety.

However, Yang Wei felt very uneasy.

His hands clenched unconsciously, his nails almost digging into his palms, but the piercing pain could not ease his inner fear and anxiety.

As the grandfather of Yang Xiong, the instigator of the incident, he could clearly feel the cold gazes from his uncles and aunts from various branches.

Those gazes were like poisoned silver needles, piercing his back from all directions, making him feel as if there were millions of ants crawling on his back, causing both itchiness and pain.

Although he was also one of the ancestors of the Yang family, held a high position of power and usually had the final say in the family, this time, it was his lineage that was the culprit that caused the Yang family to suffer heavy losses.

Each of those family masters who died was the backbone of the family and the result of the family's years of hard work.

But now, because of Yang Xiong's recklessness and his grandfather's negligence, he lost his life in vain.

If the matter is really investigated, he will be blameless and may even face severe punishment and lose his status and power in the family.

"Who can tell me how this farce ends?"

Yang Hailong picked up the teacup and took a sip. The fragrance of tea filled the air, but it could not dispel the tense atmosphere in the hall.

In the hot mist, his gaze suddenly pierced Yang Wei like a sharp blade. It was cold and sharp, as if it could see through Yang Wei's heart.

Yang Wei felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

He staggered to his feet, and the hem of his robe knocked over the chair at his feet, causing it to fall to the ground with a loud bang, which was particularly harsh in the silent hall. (End of this chapter)