My Ares Son-in-Law

Chapter 6672 Immortal Palace Contract

The flames greedily devoured the luxurious building, and the crackling sound seemed to be mixed with the desperate wails of the Yang father and son.

The wailing sound echoed in the rain, as if it was the Yang family's last elegy.

The once glorious Yang family was reduced to ashes in the sea of ​​fire, leaving behind only ruins and endless sighs.

Xiao Chen stood in the courtyard, looking at the raging fire, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

He knew that this was just the beginning, and those forces that colluded with the Prison Clan would receive the punishment they deserved.

He turned and left, disappearing in the vast rain, leaving only the burning Yang family ancestral home as a witness to this bloody and cruel reckoning.

……

Deep in the Zhongnan Mountains, the clouds and mist are as ethereal as a veil, covering the ancient Taoist temple, making it even more mysterious and quiet.

The Taoist temple is hidden among the mountains and forests, surrounded by towering ancient trees with intertwined branches and leaves, as if it is a pure land constructed by nature and mysterious forces.

The old man, who goes by the alias Tong Jun, is currently sitting cross-legged on a cushion in the center of the Taoist temple, with a huge Tai Chi diagram surrounding him.

The Tai Chi diagram is clearly black and white, with the yin and yang fish chasing each other and emitting a soft and deep light, as if it contains the ultimate truth between heaven and earth.

The old man closed his eyes, his face calm, immersed in the critical moment of impacting the realm. His breath merged with the surrounding spiritual energy, as if he shared the same breath and fate with the world.

However, at this critical moment, the Tai Chi diagram surrounding the old man suddenly made a crisp "click" sound.

Although the voice was small, it was like a heavy hammer, hitting the old man's heart hard.

Then, the Tai Chi diagram began to shatter into pieces, and the black and white light scattered like broken glass, turning into starlight and dissipating in the air.

The old man who was trying to reach the next level was struck by a heavy hammer. His body shook violently and blood spurted out of his mouth, staining the cushion in front of him red.

His body fell uncontrollably from the clouds, hitting the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

The spiritual energy within a hundred miles seemed to be frightened and quickly dissipated like the tide. The originally rich spiritual energy became extremely thin.

The birds and beasts all over the mountain were startled by this sudden change and uttered mournful cries. The sounds echoed through the valley, adding a bit of desolation.

The ancient bells and drums in the Taoist temple sounded without wind, and the dull and sad sound seemed as if the heaven and earth were lamenting for this misfortune.

The sound of bells and drums was low and long, striking people's hearts again and again, as if telling of a plan that was about to fail.

"Who is it! Who is it?" The old man struggled to get up from the ground, his eyes wide open, full of anger and unwillingness.

His roar was like a thunder, exploding in the valley and shattering the hundred-foot-high ice cliff.

The ice blocks on the ice cliff fell down one after another, making a huge roar, as if the heaven and earth were shaking with his anger.

The old man looked at the blood-red clouds in the eastern sky. The clouds were like a burning flame, carrying an ominous aura.

His withered fingers tightly grasped the bluestone beside him, and with a "crack" sound, the bluestone was crushed by him, and stone chips fluttered down.

"I swear on my heart that I will make your soul fly to pieces!" The old man's voice was low and full of murderous intent, as if it was a curse coming from the depths of hell.

The sound echoed in the valley for a long time, startling a group of birds. They fluttered away into the distance, as if they were also trying to escape from the terrifying aura.

The old man knew clearly that the puppet he had carefully cultivated was destroyed and his plan was completely interrupted.

He had spent countless efforts and resources to refine that puppet, which was a key part of his plan. Now that the puppet was destroyed, his years of planning were ruined, how could he not be angry?
He stood in front of the Taoist temple, looking at the broken Tai Chi diagram and the dissipated spiritual energy, his heart filled with regret and unwillingness.

He swore to find the person who destroyed his puppet and ruined his plans, and make him pay a heavy price.

Even if it means chasing her to the ends of the earth, even if it means making the whole world his enemy, he will not hesitate.

The wind whistled through the valley, making the old man's clothes rustle.

He stood there quietly, like an angry statue, waiting for his chance to take revenge.

And the bloody clouds seemed to foreshadow an impending bloody storm.

……

At dawn the next day, the sky was just beginning to turn pale, and the morning light was like a light fairy, quietly shining through the small carved wooden window of the attic and falling on Xiao Chen.

He lay quietly on the wooden bed in the attic of Yun Yuyan's house. The little spiritual energy he absorbed last night flowed slowly in his meridians, flickering like a firefly, as if it would go out at any time.

Xiao Chen slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of fatigue and thought in his eyes.

He looked at the dark golden lines flowing in his palm. The lines were like mysterious runes, flashing faint light and seemed to hide endless secrets.

He sighed softly, slowly sat up, and reached out to open the canvas bag beside him.

In the canvas bag, a high-definition photo lay quietly.

In the photo, his wife Jiang Meng's smile was like a flower blooming in spring, bright and warm, but at this moment it was like a sharp dagger, piercing his eyes.

This was the photo he had finally obtained from the Yun family, and it carried his deep longing and concern for Jiang Meng.

When Jiang Meng left, he solemnly handed the photo to the Yun family for safekeeping.

She said gently but firmly that she would give the photo to Xiao Chen as long as he showed up.

At that time, her eyes were full of reluctance and expectation, as if this photo was the emotional bond connecting them.

"Huh?" Xiao Chen's eyes inadvertently swept across the back of the photo, and suddenly found that there was a faint light there.

The faint light is like the twinkling stars in the night sky, mysterious and alluring.

He had an idea and turned the photo over, only to see a line of strange words appear on it.

Those words are like ancient tadpoles, swimming around on the photo, carrying an indescribable sense of mystery.

Xiao Chen came closer to carefully identify it and pieced together half of the ancient seal script: "The secret of heaven is hidden in chaos. When the treasure recognizes its master, it will be the day when the stars are shattered..."

There was a hint of doubt and curiosity in his eyes, and countless questions arose in his mind.

What does this half-character script mean? Where is the secret hidden? What is the treasure? What does the day of crushing the stars represent?
These questions surged in his mind like a tide.

The morning light was like crushed gold foil, slanting through the mottled window frames of the attic and falling onto the photo in Xiao Chen's palm.

The photo is very well preserved, without a single wrinkle or wear. The faintly visible traditional Chinese characters flicker eerily in the light and shadow, like a dormant ancient talisman that seems ready to wake up at any time and release its mysterious power.

"Immortal Palace Contract?" Xiao Chen's Adam's apple rolled, and his low murmur echoed in the quiet attic, with a barely perceptible tremor. (End of this chapter)

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