My Ares Son-in-Law

Di Tianyan paused for a moment, then lowered his voice even further: "The last thing, and the most crucial one, is that our informant in the provincial capital has sent word that they have discovered traces of the Prison Clan's activities. The information is absolutely reliable!"

Xiao Chen stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the brightly lit night view of the ancient city. A cold smile appeared on his lips as he said calmly, "The ancient city is ultimately too small to contain so many storms. Pass the word down, I will personally go to the provincial capital tomorrow."

As long as the threat of the Prison Clan remains, there will be no peace. Now that they have appeared in the provincial capital, he must go there personally to eradicate this malignant tumor completely!
On the other end of the phone, Di Tianyan couldn't contain his excitement: "I'll arrange for a top-of-the-line car to pick you up right away, and then dispatch an elite team to escort you secretly!"

“No need,” Xiao Chen refused. “The Martial Arts Army will arrange the itinerary. You should remain still and continue to lie in wait, and do not expose the War God Alliance’s whereabouts.”

"Yes, sir! Understood!"

When they returned to the living room, Yun Yuyan had just finished her call. Their eyes met, and they said in unison, "I have something to say."

Yun Yuyan winked playfully, a sly glint in her eyes: "You're the boss, you go first."

"I have important business to attend to in the provincial capital tomorrow," Xiao Chen said frankly.

Expecting a look of disappointment, Yun Yuyan suddenly beamed with joy, her eyes sparkling: "I just received a call from Liu Jianming. Xunjiang Group is officially entering the provincial capital market. He asked if I was willing to go and develop the business, and I've already agreed! I'll be there in a few days to hand over the work!"

She leaned closer to Xiao Chen, her tone tinged with smugness: "Looks like you'll never escape my grasp in this lifetime!"

Xiao Chen shook his head helplessly. For Xunjiang Group to expand, entering the provincial capital was an inevitable choice; he just hadn't expected everything to happen so quickly, which saved them a lot of trouble.

……

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Yun Yuyan left early for important business at the company. Since they would soon meet again in the provincial capital, there was no need for a special farewell; she simply gave a few words of advice at the door.

Xiao Chen sat cross-legged in the living room, his fingertips forming hand seals. As his true energy surged, a formation talisman, imbued with a faint golden halo, gradually took shape. He placed the talisman on the table, attaching a note instructing Yun Yuyan to carry it with her at all times. This talisman, infused with his essence and blood, contained immense power, enough to annihilate even a Celestial Realm expert. Only with it could he truly feel at ease.

When he arrived downstairs, the off-road vehicle sent by the Martial Arts Army was already waiting at the door. The driver, dressed in military uniform and with a straight posture, bowed respectfully upon seeing him approach: "Mr. Xiao, everything is ready. Shall we depart now?"

"Let's go." Xiao Chen said succinctly, stepping into the car.

The highway from the ancient city to the provincial capital takes only an hour and a half. As the vehicle drove smoothly, the farmland outside the window was gradually replaced by high-rise buildings. The concrete jungle exuded a repressive prosperity, which was completely different from the tranquility of the ancient city. Xiao Chen truly felt the gap between the two cities.

The driver spoke up at the opportune moment, his tone respectful: "Mr. Xiao, the Martial Arts Army has a training base in the provincial capital with complete facilities. Would you like to inspect it and rest for a while after you arrive?"

"No need, let's go straight to our destination." Xiao Chen closed his eyes, his fingertips tapping lightly on his knees, his mind already processing the situation in the provincial capital.

"Understood." The driver said no more, lightly pressing the accelerator, and the vehicle accelerated towards the bustling metropolis fraught with danger. The Lishui villa district was located in a prime location in the heart of the provincial capital, every brick and tile exuding a gilded luxury.

The driver gazed at the manor-style villa covering hundreds of acres before him. The ornate iron gates were magnificent, the greenery in the garden was arranged in a pleasing manner, and the fountain in the distance reflected the sunlight. He couldn't help but swallow hard. Such a mansion was something he probably couldn't achieve even if he worked hard for ten lifetimes.

But when he looked at Xiao Chen, who was resting with his eyes closed in the passenger seat, he only felt pure respect and did not dare to show even a trace of envy.

These days, legends about this person have been circulating within the Martial Arts Army: single-handedly defeating an entire elite squad of the Martial Arts Army, shattering a top-grade sword with his bare hands, and walking through the air as if on flat ground... Such an unparalleled expert deserves such treatment.

The fingerprint-unlocked door slowly opened, and Xiao Chen opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them, before casually walking into the villa.

The interior features a low-key yet luxurious style, with marble floors that gleam like mirrors, custom-made leather sofas that radiate a warm luster, and a faint sandalwood scent permeating the air. Clearly, Di Tianyan had made thorough preparations for his trip to the provincial capital.

Just as he was about to take out his phone to contact Di Tianyan, the phone rang urgently. Looking at the three words "Lin Zhenghao" on the caller ID, Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow slightly. This Qingyang Sword Sect expert, whom he had rarely contacted since the birthday banquet, was calling now, which must mean that something had happened.

“Mr. Xiao…” The voice on the other end of the phone trembled noticeably, as if he was trying his best to suppress something, and even his breathing was a little unsteady.

“Speak.” Xiao Chen’s tone was calm and even, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority, as if it could penetrate the receiver and reach the heart.

Lin Zhenghao took a deep breath on the other end of the phone, his knuckles clenched white, his heart pounding. He didn't want to cause this person any more trouble, yet he couldn't withstand the dual pressure from his own family and the Lü family; he was now at his wit's end. "Mr. Xiao, are you in the ancient city now? There's something… I'm not sure if I should say it…"

"I'm in the provincial capital." Xiao Chen's tone suddenly turned sharp, carrying a hint of coldness that was barely perceptible. "Speak plainly, there's no need to beat around the bush!" He knew that Lin Zhenghao had been branded with his own blood essence, so there was no possibility of him betraying him. His hesitation at this moment must mean that he had encountered a great predicament.

Upon hearing the words "provincial capital," Lin Zhenghao was visibly taken aback, then, as if grasping at a lifeline, his tone instantly became solemn: "The sect leader of the Qingyang Sword Sect wishes to see you. If you are unwilling, I can still negotiate for a few more days..."

As he spoke, his palms were already sweating profusely. He was torn to the extreme, hoping that Xiao Chen could resolve the predicament, but also worried that this killing god might turn the Qingyang Sword Sect upside down in a fit of rage.

Xiao Chen instantly understood the reason.

At his birthday banquet that day, Lin Zhenghao killed a direct descendant of the Lü family on his behalf, directly escalating the conflict between the Lü family and the Qingyang Sword Sect. The pressure Lin Zhenghao has been under within his family these past few days is unimaginable. This phone call today is likely his last plea for help when he can no longer bear it.

This matter arose because of him, so there's no reason for us to sit idly by. What trouble could a mere Qingyang Sword Sect possibly cause?
"Tell me the address, I'll be there shortly." Xiao Chen's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable firmness, as if he were simply saying he was going to buy a cup of tea.

Lin Zhenghao was startled and hurriedly tried to dissuade him: "Mr. Xiao, please reconsider! I still have some influence with the Qingyang Sword Sect, they won't do anything to me, you really don't need to take the risk yourself..."

“Send me the address.” Xiao Chen interrupted him directly, hanging up the phone before the other party could respond. He understood Lin Zhenghao's concerns, but in his eyes, these concerns were nothing more than needless worry. (End of Chapter)