My Ares Son-in-Law

What terrifying power lies behind Xiao Chen? What is his background?
This is the biggest question in the minds of everyone in the Qingyang Sword Sect.

……

The atmosphere inside the speeding black sedan was calm.

Xiao Chen turned his head to look at Lin Zhenghao, who was sitting upright beside him, and asked in a calm tone, "Now that you have left the Qingyang Sword Sect, what are your plans for the future?"

Lin Zhenghao took a deep breath, his voice choked with barely suppressed emotion, yet each word was firm and resolute: "Your subordinate is willing to serve Mr. Xiao to the death, even at the cost of fire and water!"

"Good." Xiao Chen flicked his finger, and ten lustrous pills, shimmering with a faint glow, along with a yellowed ancient manual, fell steadily into Lin Zhenghao's arms as if they were alive.

The pills emitted a refreshing medicinal fragrance, and the cover of the ancient manual faintly exuded a mysterious aura. Lin Zhenghao was deeply shaken at just one glance.

"Since you have entrusted your life to me, I will make sure you witness the day when the Qingyang Sword Sect grovels at your feet." Xiao Chen's voice was filled with unwavering certainty. "These ten Breakthrough Pills, taken once every three days, will help you open your meridians, break through realms as easily as drinking water, and triple your cultivation speed."

"This scroll of the Divine Flame Technique is a martial arts manual that I seized from an ancient holy land. It is incredibly powerful and will be your foundation for survival from this day forward."

"Remember my promise: within thirty days, the entire Qingyang Sword Sect will kneel before you, begging you to be their protector!"

Lin Zhenghao stared at the ten radiant Breakthrough Pills in his palm, his fingertips trembling slightly, and his eyes instantly welling up with tears.

That's a full ten Breakthrough Pills!
Such divine pills, even if only one were to enter an auction house, would be enough to trigger a frenzy of competition among the major powers in the provincial capital, even to the point of resorting to arms! Yet Xiao Chen bestowed them upon him so casually, without even flinching!
His gaze slowly descended, landing on the yellowed ancient book. The three powerful characters on the cover, "Divine Flame Technique," were like sword strokes and axe cuts, faintly radiating a scorching energy that seemed to burn one's eyes!
He instantly realized that the martial arts passed down by the Qingyang Sword Sect for a hundred years were nothing but worthless trash in front of this manual! The true treasure of martial arts was now in his hands!
In an instant, an unprecedented sense of belonging and trust swept through his body like a warm current, his eyes instantly welled up with tears. When Xiao Chen first imprinted his blood essence on him, he thought he had become a servant to be driven around, but Xiao Chen never treated him like a servant, instead treating him so kindly!
Compared to the days when he was in the Qingyang Sword Sect, always having to be careful and watch his step, he has now regained his dignity and value as a "human being"!
He carefully put the pills and cultivation manual away from his body, his knuckles turning white from the force, and said, word by word, "From this day forward, Lin Zhenghao's life belongs to Mr. Xiao! If he disobeys in the slightest, may he be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"

Xiao Chen closed his eyes and remained silent, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. He knew that Lin Zhenghao possessed a solid foundation, exceptional talent, and a resilient character, making him exactly the kind of combat power he urgently needed to cultivate.

These ten Breakthrough Pills and the Divine Flame Technique are just the beginning. Alchemy is a piece of cake for him, and he can produce more pills in a continuous stream. As for this technique, it is a rare treasure even in ancient holy lands, and it is a top-tier inheritance in the martial arts world of the Dragon Kingdom.

He wanted Lin Zhenghao to surpass Zhao Ruixiang's strength as soon as possible, and even reach the Celestial Realm! This was not only a reward for his followers, but also a solid guarantee for himself in the provincial capital.

Although the War God Alliance is unfathomable, it is a hidden weapon he will never easily draw unless absolutely necessary. Lin Zhenghao, however, will become his trusted and visible right-hand man. ...

In the VIP ward of the provincial capital's central hospital, the smell of disinfectant permeated the air, creating a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

Zhou Keying stayed by her grandmother's bedside all night without closing her eyes. Her eyes were red and swollen like peaches, with bloodshot veins in the back, and her face was full of exhaustion and anxiety.

At her birthday party, my grandmother was still in good spirits, chatting and laughing. Her weekly medical check-up reports were perfect, with all indicators far exceeding those of her peers. How could she suddenly become critically ill and fall into a coma?
Even more strangely, a joint consultation of the hospital's top experts could not find any cause for the illness. They only knew that there was a strange, hidden force in the old man's body that was constantly eroding his vitality, and they were helpless!
Her swollen eyes filled with tears again, which rolled down like pearls from a broken string, landing on the white sheets. Having been raised by her grandparents since childhood, she had just experienced the blow of losing a loved one, and now her grandmother was on the verge of death. She felt dizzy and almost couldn't hold on any longer.

"Keying, you should go back and rest. We'll keep watch here." Zhou Fenfang pushed open the door and entered, her eyes filled with deep guilt and helplessness, her voice carrying an undisguised weariness.

If she hadn't invited the old man to stay at the villa, she wouldn't have given Lü Wenhou the opportunity to take advantage of her. For a moment, she even considered breaking off the engagement. Handing her own niece over to a ruthless devil like Lü Wenhou would be tantamount to pushing him into a fire pit!

But the Zhou family is merely a business family; how could they dare to contend with a top-tier martial arts family like the Lü family? If only Xiao Chen had a distinguished background and could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Lü family…

“Aunt, Grandmother’s illness is so strange, how come we can’t find the cause?” Zhou Keying suddenly turned around, keenly catching the fleeting evasive look in her mother’s eyes, and her heart sank. “Are you hiding something from me?”

Zhou Fenfang hurriedly turned her face away, not daring to meet her gaze, her voice slightly stuttering: "No, no, the old lady is getting on in years, and unexpected situations are inevitable... Don't overthink it."

How could she dare to reveal the truth? Lu Wenhou attacked and injured people, and even threatened that if she revealed even half a word, the Zhou family would pay a heavy price! Knowing Zhou Keying's personality, if she knew the truth, she would definitely go to that devil to seek justice, and she would only bring shame upon herself!
After staying in the ward for several more hours, Zhou Keying finally couldn't bear the fatigue and anxiety of the past few days and decided to return to the Zhou family villa to rest and recuperate before coming back to take care of her grandmother.

But as soon as he stepped into the living room, a chilling voice, like the hiss of a viper, came from the corner: "So you've finally decided to come back?"

Zhou Keying froze, as if she had been doused with ice water. She slowly turned her head and saw Lu Wenhou leaning against the leather sofa in the center of the living room, his legs crossed. His posture was languid yet exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, and a chilling sneer played on his lips.

She instinctively wanted to escape, but found that she was firmly bound by an invisible force like shackles, unable to move her limbs or even breathe!
"You think you can run away as soon as you see your fiancé?" Lu Wenhou slowly rose, approaching her step by step. His fingertips were icy cold as he lightly lifted her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. His eyes were full of mockery and contempt. "Am I that scary?"

Zhou Keying suppressed her fear and disgust, forcefully turning her head away from his touch, her voice trembling but still firm: "Please show some respect!" (End of Chapter)