My Ares Son-in-Law

The moment the thought crossed their minds, the two couldn't help but shudder. If that were true, then the young man before them was far too terrifying.

Little did they know, Xiao Chen wasn't lacking confidence, but rather too lazy to act. With his current strength, annihilating the New Martial Arts Association would be a simple matter; this month was merely giving those ants their last chance to breathe.

"Understood, I will certainly handle it!" Shen Shi dared not ask any more questions and quickly replied respectfully.

The night was like silk soaked in ink, and the city's neon lights still flowed along the distant streets. But in this starry sky suite, it was so quiet that you could hear the faint sound of ice crystals melting. It was as if there was an invisible barrier separating it from the hustle and bustle of the outside world. And a storm concerning the landscape of martial arts in the west was quietly brewing in this silence.

Xiao Chen bent down and picked up the Youquan Sword from the carpet. His fingertips brushed against the spine of the sword, and the unique chill of the thousand-year-old iron instantly crept up his fingertips, like fine needles piercing his veins. The cloud patterns on the hilt were intricately carved, gleaming with a faint blue light under the cold glow of the wall lamp. There were still traces of sweat from He Yongnian's grip on the sword in the gaps between the patterns.

He applied slight pressure with his fingertips, and his divine energy slowly flowed into the sword.

"Buzz,"

The Youquan Sword suddenly emitted a deep tremor, and the cloud patterns on its blade seemed to come alive, flowing along the blade. Blue light seeped from the patterns, spreading a faint halo in the air. The chill at the blade suddenly intensified, and the surrounding moisture instantly condensed into fine ice crystals, which fluttered down onto the carpet, quickly accumulating a thin layer of white.

"As expected, it requires divine energy to activate." A knowing glint flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. With a flick of his wrist, more divine energy flowed into the sword through his palm.

In an instant, the sword shone with a brilliant blue light, and the temperature in the entire suite plummeted as if it had been sucked away, with even a layer of transparent frost forming on the walls. Xiao Chen casually swung the sword, and as the blade sliced ​​through the air, it seemed as if a slit had been cut in the air itself.

"Swish,"

An invisible sword aura shot through the air and crashed into the opposite wall with a "boom". Gravel fell down in a flurry, and a deep scratch several inches deep appeared on the wall. Frost had condensed in the crack, and even the fallen gravel was covered with a layer of ice, as if it had been frozen instantly by the extreme cold.

"It's still usable." As Xiao Chen sheathed his sword, the blue light quickly receded into the blade, leaving only a faint layer of cold air on the edge. His tone was completely calm.

Shen Shi stood to the side, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, and he even held his breath. He had known He Yongnian for decades and had seen him use this sword to slay many powerful enemies, but he had never seen such terrifying power. Back then, when He Yongnian used it to split a mountain, it only created a shallow crater. How could it be like this, where the sword energy could freeze and crack walls?

It seems that this ancestral sword has ultimately been wasted in He Yongnian's hands.

He Yongnian looked even more flustered, his Adam's apple bobbing as he looked at the sword with a complicated expression. The sword he had used for half his life was so easy to handle in Xiao Chen's hands, and even the sword energy had the power to destroy the world. Who could he complain to?

Xiao Chen tucked the Youquan Sword into his waistband and turned to walk towards the broken French window. Moonlight streamed in from behind him, casting a long shadow on the floor. He gazed at the neon-lit city skyline in the distance, a cold smile curving his lips: "The Western Region New Martial Arts Tournament... I'll see just how capable you really are."

"I'm leaving now. I'll contact you if anything comes up."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already leaped out of the French windows. The wind stirred up by his robes swept up the ice crystals on the ground, drawing a silver arc in the moonlight. As he soared away, he deliberately released a wisp of divine energy, not to show off, but to make Shen Shi and the other man remember this oppressive aura completely, extinguishing even the slightest thought of resistance from them.

A month... is enough for the Prison Clan to slip up.

He didn't take the small New Martial Arts Association seriously at all. He kept it alive only to use it as bait to lure out the Prison Clan, who were lurking in the shadows. Those guys were the real threat that could cause future disasters and had to be eliminated as soon as possible. As for the cleanup, with Shen Shi and He Yongnian there, he didn't need to worry about it. The terror of the Soul Imprint far exceeded ordinary people's imagination. With just a thought from him, the two of them would be annihilated. Moreover, the fear in their eyes just now was so real. Those who understand fear cherish their lives the most and would never gamble their lives on the possibility of betrayal.

Next, he just needs to get through this month peacefully. When the time is right, he will go to the headquarters of the New Martial Arts Association in the Western Region to settle everything.

Inside the suite, Shen Shi and He Yongnian stared at the empty night sky outside the window, only daring to catch their breath after a long while.

"He...he can actually fly?" He Yongnian's voice trembled as he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "That's flying! Even the president of the New Martial Arts Association needs a magical artifact to leave the ground for a short time!"

“Chen Yongyan and Yan Song… it’s no wonder they died at the hands of such people.” Shen Shi sighed, his chest wound still aching, but he felt more relieved at the moment. “It seems that the New Martial Arts Association really messed with the wrong people this time.”

At six o'clock in the morning, the rising sun had just peeked over the eastern horizon, and golden light streamed through the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling onto the living room carpet.

When Xiao Chen opened the door, he smelled the aroma of milk wafting from the kitchen. Yun Yuyan, wearing a beige apron, was standing in front of the counter beating eggs. A silver hair clip was pinned to the end of her hair, and a few strands of hair fell beside her cheeks, tinged with a light gold by the morning light.

"Why are you up so early today?" Yun Yuyan heard the door open and turned around, still holding an egg beater in her hand. She looked surprised. Usually, Xiao Chen would not wake up until breakfast was ready.

Xiao Chen walked over, sat down, and casually said, "You woke up early and went out for your morning exercise."

Although they lived in the same villa, he tried to avoid being too intimate with Yun Yuyan, lest the woman misunderstand something and get caught up in a romantic entanglement, which would be quite troublesome.

But Yun Yuyan didn't seem to be content. She didn't care whether Xiao Chen liked her or not, but she was completely infatuated with this man.

She put down the egg beater, walked over to Xiao Chen, and was about to give him a morning kiss.

Just as Xiao Chen was about to hide, Zhou Keying's room door opened, startling Yun Yuyan, who hurriedly hid to the side as if she had been caught doing something wrong.

Xiao Chen also breathed a sigh of relief, saving himself from trouble.

This woman, why can't she understand? There's no way things can work out between them.

Zhou Keying rubbed her sleepy eyes as she walked out of the bedroom, her hair disheveled and still wearing cartoon pajamas. When she saw the two people in the living room, she paused for a moment before smiling and saying, "You two are up so early today! Perfect timing, I learned how to make Cantonese dim sum yesterday, and I steamed shrimp dumplings and siu mai. Would you like to try my cooking?"

"Okay...okay." Yun Yuyan's voice was barely audible, her fingers gripping the handle of the egg beater tightly. A strange, secret thrill rose in her heart, like a child caught stealing candy.

"Then you'll be in for a treat!" Zhou Keying smiled sweetly, turned and skipped into the bathroom, oblivious to the subtle atmosphere between the two. (End of Chapter)