My Ares Son-in-Law

"Alliance Leader." The call connected, and Di Tianyan's voice was unusually grave. "The provincial capital is in complete chaos. Ao Tianchen's spies are everywhere, like ghosts, omnipresent. In just one night, more than thirty young men of similar build to you have mysteriously disappeared. Panic is spreading throughout the underworld. You are in grave danger. You must avoid the limelight and do not reveal your whereabouts!"

After hanging up the call, Xiao Chen's fingertips twitched slightly, and he subconsciously dialed Lin Zhenghao's number.

One call, no one answered;

Two sounds, the busy tone jarring;
Three cold beeps followed by the message, "The number you dialed is currently unavailable."

Xiao Chen's brows furrowed suddenly. He had already instructed Lin Zhenghao to keep communication open 24 hours a day and to cultivate in his private villa so he could be on call at any time. Could it be that he had reached a critical breakthrough, to the point of forgetting everything else and even forgetting to turn on communication?
A strange unease rose in his heart. Without thinking further, he suddenly took to the air! The illusory image of the Thorn Martial Soul flashed behind him, and the dark green spiritual energy carried him rapidly towards the villa.

The two places were not far apart to begin with, and with his full effort, the familiar outline of the villa came into view in just three minutes.

Before he even landed, a faint yet intensely sweet and pungent smell of blood drifted into his nostrils on the wind, instantly piercing his senses!
"not good!"

Xiao Chen's expression changed drastically, his spiritual power surged, and he swooped down like an arrow, kicking open the half-closed courtyard gate and rushing towards the villa's hall.

The sight before him caused the temperature around him to drop to freezing point instantly.

The living room door was twisted and deformed, gaping open as if torn apart by a giant beast, and the sturdy alloy lock was broken into several pieces, scattered on the ground.

The room was a mess, as if it had been through a devastating storm: the heavy solid wood dining table was broken in the middle, with jagged edges, obviously shattered by a huge force; the leather sofa was torn apart, the snow-white cotton wadding turned outwards, and it was covered with dark red bloodstains; even the sturdy load-bearing wall had been blasted with a hole the size of a bowl, revealing the hideous steel and concrete inside.

The most shocking sight was the crack running through the center of the living room, like a gaping maw of blood. Around the crack, blood that had long since congealed into a dark brown splattered everywhere, some in spurts, others in long drag marks, silently telling the story of the fierce battle and desperate struggle that had taken place here.

Xiao Chen bent down, his fingertips brushing against the cold floor tiles, spiritual energy spreading out from his fingertips.

Although the remaining aura in the air was faint, he could still clearly distinguish three distinct power fluctuations... One was the familiar aura belonging to Lin Zhenghao, while the other two were sinister and violent, carrying a chilling killing intent, clearly indicating external enemies!
Lin Zhenghao was ambushed, seriously injured, and kidnapped!
"Who did this?" Several suspicious targets flashed through Xiao Chen's mind. The Lü family? Di Tianyan's surveillance showed that the main force of the Lü family had not yet returned, so they wouldn't have the time to provoke him. The New Martial Arts Association? They were barely able to protect themselves, let alone find out about his private villa.

Just then, his gaze was drawn to the bloodstains between the tiles. The bloodstains were not random splatters, but rather vaguely formed a twisted, struggling stroke, as if someone had left these marks with their last breath as they faced death.

Xiao Chen focused intently, his spiritual power enhancing his vision so that it pierced through the dust like a searchlight.

It's a single word!

A person, with trembling fingers dipped in their own blood, painstakingly carved out words, stroke by stroke...

"green".

The strokes were crooked and twisted, the last stroke leaving a long trail of blood, as if the writer had exhausted all their life force at that moment and was then forcibly dragged away. The dark red characters were soaked with boundless hatred, a piercing warning, and a hint of resolute entrustment. Qingyang Sword Sect!

Xiao Chen slowly stood up, and the air around him seemed to freeze instantly. Dark green thorny spiritual energy swirled around him, and the sharp aura kept the surrounding dust at bay.

When Lin Zhenghao abandoned the darkness and chose to follow him, he was regarded as a traitor and expelled from the sect by the Qingyang Sword Sect. Considering their past relationship, he did not pursue the matter further, which was already giving the Qingyang Sword Sect a great deal of face and giving Lin Zhenghao enough dignity.

But how dare they do this!

Even when beating a dog, one must consider its owner. Moreover, Lin Zhenghao is not a dog or a horse, but a subordinate personally recognized by Xiao Chen, someone to whom he bestowed top-level skills and placed high hopes!
It seems that some people, some families, feel that Xiao Chen is... too kind.

His eyes hardened with a chilling coldness, like solid ice. Xiao Chen glanced at the blood-red words one last time, then turned and left. As the elevator descended, he dialed an encrypted number. His voice was terrifyingly calm, yet carried a chilling pressure:
"Di Tianyan, within three minutes, find out all of Qingyang Sword Sect's assets, strongholds, and core members. Now, immediately."

Ling Tian, ​​on the other end of the phone, sensed the killing intent in his master's tone and his heart tightened. He replied in a deep voice, "Yes, Master!"

Meanwhile, in the underground secret chamber of the Qingyang Sword Sect.

Lin Zhenghao lay sprawled on the cold cement floor like a lump of mud, dark red blood foam constantly oozing from his mouth and nose, spreading a small patch of blood on the ground with each weak breath.

His face was ashen, devoid of any color, and his spine was unnaturally bent, clearly indicating that he had suffered a devastating injury. He was barely breathing and on the verge of death.

Zhao Ruixiang stood to the side, looking down at the former family elder, his brows furrowed slightly, a hint of reluctance flashing across his face.

He sighed softly, turned to Zhao Bei and Zhao Peng beside him, and said with a hint of reproach in his tone, "I only asked you to bring him here for questioning and find out Xiao Chen's whereabouts. Why did you have to use such force? After all, he was once an elder of my Qingyang Sword Sect and has done his part for the family."

Zhao Bei grinned, his face full of disdain, and said nonchalantly, "Patriarch, what's there to pity about a traitorous dog? Besides, this old man is very stubborn. After beating him for so long, he still refuses to reveal the little beast's hiding place. If we don't teach him a lesson, how will he behave?"

He paused, then, as if suddenly remembering something, his eyes lit up, and he quickly turned to Zhao Peng: "Quick! Take that thing out and let the family head see it!"

Zhao Peng nodded quickly, took out a brocade pouch embroidered with Qingyang flower patterns from his pocket, carefully opened it, and poured out its contents.

Several pills the size of longan rolled out, and as soon as they appeared, a clear and refreshing fragrance instantly filled the entire secret room, dispelling the heavy smell of blood. The smell invigorated everyone, and even the spiritual power within their bodies couldn't help but stir.

Zhao Ruixiang's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints!
He strode forward like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, almost roughly squeezing several pills into his palm.

The pill was round and smooth like solidified fat, with pale golden patterns crawling across its white background. The patterns were so fluid and lifelike that they seemed to shimmer with tiny rays of light in the dimly lit chamber! What made his heart pound even harder was that the patterns on the pill were so vibrant, as if they were still breathing—clearly, it was a newly made pill less than a month old! (End of Chapter)