My Ares Son-in-Law

The man with the mustache didn't even dare to look the old man in the eye, but instead lowered his head slightly and secretly glanced at the old man out of the corner of his eye.

Because he knew the weight of the old man in front of him; he was a figure of great importance in the martial arts world of the ancient city.

Yang Nantian, the reclusive patriarch of the Yang family in the ancient city.

In the martial arts world of the ancient city, this name is practically synonymous with legend.

He was once the first martial arts master in the ancient city to be recognized by everyone. His strength was unfathomable, like a towering mountain that people could only look up to and never reach.

Back then, the Yang family was at the height of its power in the ancient city, with immense family influence, numerous talented individuals, and unparalleled prestige, far surpassing the Chen family of today.

When the Yang family's sons walked down the street, they all held their heads high and chests out, and others would give them a wide berth.

Unfortunately, many years ago, Yang Nantian went to Wuyi Mountain to cultivate in seclusion in pursuit of a higher level of martial arts.

After he left, the Yang family seemed to have lost its backbone and gradually began to decline.

The younger generation in the family lacks guidance and instruction from experts, resulting in slow improvement in their strength.

They gradually lost ground in the competition with other families.

Meanwhile, other families seized the opportunity to rise to power, posing a threat to the Yang family's position.

Now, Yang Nantian has been cultivating diligently in the mountains for many years, and his cultivation has advanced to an astonishing level.

Perhaps he has touched upon a higher level of martial arts, reaching a realm that is difficult for ordinary people to attain.

If the Yang family hadn't suffered a sudden and drastic change, with their bloodline nearly extinct and facing a life-or-death crisis, he probably wouldn't have broken through his cultivation barrier ahead of schedule and returned to this mortal world.

His return undoubtedly brought a glimmer of hope to the Yang family, and also made the landscape of the ancient city's martial arts world unpredictable once again.

The man with the mustache knew perfectly well that the return of this powerful figure was not merely a simple visit to his family.

Yang Nantian, a legendary figure in the martial arts world, always causes a huge stir with every appearance he makes.

From this moment on, the sky above the ancient city seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds, foreshadowing a bloody storm.

Those families who had grudges and entanglements with the Yang family must be secretly speculating and feeling uneasy at this moment.

Those forces that attempted to make a name for themselves and compete for status in the ancient city's martial arts world had to re-evaluate their strength and strategies.

At the Haichao Restaurant in the ancient city, a renowned luxury restaurant, an extraordinary banquet is currently taking place in its most exclusive "Tingchao Pavilion" private room.

The private room was decorated in the most luxurious way possible, with a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling.

The dazzling light, like twinkling stars in the night sky, illuminated the entire private room as if it were daytime.

The walls are covered with precious Phoebe zhennan wood, whose delicate texture and warm feel exude unparalleled nobility and elegance.

The carpet underfoot was incredibly thick and soft; with each step, you could feel your ankles gently sinking in, as if you were walking on clouds.

The huge round table was already laden with all sorts of delicacies.

The brightly colored and fragrant dishes were mouthwatering.

There are precious seafood from the deep sea, which are carefully cooked to retain their freshest flavor. There are also wild delicacies from the mountains, exuding a rich natural aroma.

The glass cup is crystal clear and sparkles with colorful light under the illumination.

Ivory chopsticks are white and smooth, and feel luxurious in your hand.

All of this demonstrates the sincerity and status of the host, as if announcing to everyone the extraordinary nature of this banquet.

Eight people, including Yang Nantian and his entourage, the man with the mustache, and Chen Donghai, who was hosting, took their seats.

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy, and everyone wore different expressions.

The gray-haired man named Chen Donghai was wearing a well-tailored dark Tang suit. The style of the Tang suit was simple and elegant, yet dignified and graceful.

He wore a jade ring on his finger with excellent color and texture, which shone with a warm luster under the light, clearly indicating its high value.

However, at this moment, he was completely devoid of his usual composure, his face showing a hint of tension and awe.

He slowly picked up the full wine glass in front of him, leaning forward slightly, his posture extremely respectful.

His face was filled with a respectful smile, a smile that was somewhat deliberate yet genuine.

"Master Yang, it's been many years, and you are even more radiant than before!"

"Back in the day, you were a legendary figure in the martial arts world of the ancient city. Your reputation still resonates throughout the martial arts community today."

"Come, come, let me, Chen Donghai, toast you first!"

"In this ancient city, you are the only one I admire from the bottom of my heart!"

As he spoke, he tilted his head back and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, a bold gesture that seemed to express his respect for Yang Nantian.

As he spoke, he appeared calm, but out of the corner of his eye, he was like a cautious cheetah, carefully observing Yang Nantian's every move.

The other person's deep eyes seemed to conceal a frozen mountain that had been frozen for ten thousand years, and the killing intent emanating from them was so tangible and chilling that it sent shivers down his spine.

He had no doubt that if Yang Nantian hadn't resolutely gone to Zhongnan Mountain to pursue the elusive yet insane ultimate martial arts that drove countless martial artists mad, and spent many years cultivating in the deep mountains, the Yang family today would probably have already soared like an eagle, leaping out of this corner of the ancient city, their influence spreading like vines throughout the entire western region, becoming a powerful and awe-inspiring force.

It's just unknown what incredible level this senior has reached after years of arduous cultivation in the deep mountains.

Has he already touched the threshold of the legendary transcendence, or has he already stepped into a completely new level of martial arts that is unimaginable to ordinary people?

Perhaps, in the entire western region, only Yun He, the reclusive and mysterious patriarch of the Yun family, can compare to him?
Yun He was a name that resonated throughout the martial arts world. His strength was unfathomable, and his style of doing things was even more unpredictable. Like Yang Nantian, he was the kind of person who could change the very fabric of the world.

However, when faced with Chen Donghai's respectful toast, Yang Nantian remained as cold as an iceberg, not even lifting his eyelids, as if Chen Donghai's actions were nothing more than insignificant dust in his eyes.

His hand, resting on the table, was as steady as a rock, completely still, showing no intention of picking up the cup, as if the cup contained the most insignificant thing in the world.

Those eyes, as bright as stars yet icy cold, shot directly at Chen Donghai, like two sharp sword beams piercing through his soul.

His voice was deep and powerful, devoid of any emotion, yet like a winter gust of wind, it caused the temperature in the entire private room to plummet, as if plunging from warm spring into the dead of winter in an instant. (End of Chapter)