My Ares Son-in-Law

Lin Zhenghao was in a terrible state at this time!

Multiple bones were shattered, with protruding bone fragments almost piercing the flesh; the chest cavity collapsed, indicating that the internal organs had shifted and were bleeding; the meridians throughout the body were blocked and blackened, and the true energy was completely cut off... The Qingyang Sword Sect's ruthlessness was not intended to kill him, but rather to make him suffer day and night torture, slowly decaying in extreme pain!
“My lord… your subordinate… is now a cripple.” Lin Zhenghao forced a bitter smile that was more painful than crying, his eyes filled with despair and hopelessness. “My meridians are all severed, my bones are all shattered, I can no longer serve you.” He moved his fingers with difficulty, his voice as weak as a candle in the wind, “Let me… fend for myself.”

"A useless person?"

Xiao Chen slowly squatted down, his right hand forming a sword shape with his fingers. Suddenly, a layer of warm, jade-like light emanated from his fingertips, gentle yet not dazzling, and he lightly touched Lin Zhenghao's Tanzhong acupoint.

boom……!
A powerful yet extremely gentle warm current, like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting, instantly surged into Lin Zhenghao's almost shattered body!
This is not ordinary internal energy healing, nor is it any healing method circulating in the martial arts world!

Lin Zhenghao stared in horror, his eyes wide and his whole body trembling...

He could clearly feel that wherever the warm current passed, the shattered bone fragments were gently lifted and precisely reset by an invisible force, and the broken bone surfaces healed and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The torn meridians were nourished by the warm current, and were repaired and opened up little by little. The stagnant blood and qi, like a thawing ice river, began to flow gently again.
Displaced internal organs are gently pushed back into their original positions, and damaged organ mucous membranes heal rapidly under the warm current!
The excruciating pain quickly subsided, replaced by a warm sensation that was a mixture of numbness and itchiness, as if every cell was celebrating a new life!
What kind of technique is this?! The ability to regenerate severed limbs is legendary, and even the revival of withered trees is insufficient to describe it! This far surpasses any medical skill or martial arts technique he knows; it's simply a divine art that defies the heavens and changes one's fate!
"Calm your mind and focus your attention."

Xiao Chen's voice was calm and even, yet it carried a strange power to soothe the mind, flowing into Lin Zhenghao's agitated mind like a clear spring, causing him to calm down involuntarily and fully guide the flow of that vitality.

A moment later, Xiao Chen withdrew his fingers and stood up.

Although Lin Zhenghao was still too weak to move, his face had turned from deathly pale to a faint rosy hue, and the despair in his eyes had completely faded, replaced by an unbelievable shock and the ecstasy of surviving a disaster. Even his breathing had become steady and strong.

"Paper and pen."

Xiao Chen turned his head and spoke softly to Elder Hai, who was rubbing his brow with an extremely complicated expression.

Elder Hai jolted awake as if from a nightmare, and hurriedly replied, "Yes! Mr. Xiao, please wait a moment!" He dared not hesitate for a moment, staggered into the room, and returned hurriedly a moment later with paper and pen in hand, his fingertips still trembling slightly as he handed them over.

Xiao Chen took the paper and pen, and with a flick of his wrist, the pen moved like a dragon and a snake, and the powerful strokes of the pen leaped onto the paper. Each stroke carried a unique rhythm, as if it contained some kind of law of heaven and earth, which made Elder Hai's heart pound with fear.

"Get the medicine according to the prescription. The provincial capital has all kinds of medicinal herbs." Xiao Chen handed him the paper filled with the prescription, his tone calm but unquestionable. "Cook it three times a day, supplemented with the life force I left in his body. He will be able to move freely in three days, and will be back to his peak condition in seven days." He paused and added, "He should not move at the moment. You will be in charge of taking care of him for the next few days."

Elder Hai accepted the prescription with both hands, his eyes scanning over the many unheard-of and unfamiliar names and combinations of medicines. He was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but dared not ask a single question. He simply nodded repeatedly, saying, "Don't worry, Mr. Xiao! Old Lin and I have known each other for decades, like brothers. I will take good care of him and will not dare to be negligent in the slightest!"

He hesitated for a moment, then forced himself to add in a low voice, "My lord, the director of the provincial capital's central hospital has a long-standing relationship with my Qingyang Sword Sect. He is a national-level master physician, and the hospital's equipment is top-notch. Would you like to..."

"No need."

Xiao Chen interrupted him, his voice still calm, yet revealing an indifference and absolute confidence that looked down upon all living beings: "The so-called national-level doctors and miracle healers in the world are no different from childish scribbles in my eyes."

After speaking, he gave Lin Zhenghao a few more instructions on the taboos and key points of rest, and then left without lingering. His figure rose and fell a few times, like a ghost, sweeping over the courtyard wall and disappearing into the deep night, leaving only a solitary afterimage. Elder Hai, holding the prescription, gazed in the direction he had vanished, then looked at the silent corpses filling the courtyard and Lin Zhenghao's gradually stabilizing breath, a feeling of utter unreality welling up inside him.

Overnight, everything changed.

The once mighty Qingyang Sword Sect of the West has vanished into thin air.

His life, which should have perished along with the sect, was completely in the hands of that mysterious, ruthless, and miraculous man.

...

When Xiao Chen returned to the secluded villa in the city where he was temporarily staying, the sky was already turning a pale white, and the dawn was dyeing the night sky a faint orange-red.

In the shadows at the street corner of the villa, a black armored vehicle without any markings sat silently like a ghost.

The car window rolled down silently, revealing a resolute yet slightly weary square face… Zhuang Yuan, the garrison commander of the Western Region. He stared intently at Xiao Chen, his eyes filled with reverence and a hint of barely perceptible probing.

"Mr. Xiao."

Zhuang Yuan's voice was deep and resonant, like an ancient bell, filled with undisguised awe. He even deliberately softened his breathing, not daring to overstep the bounds in the slightest.

Xiao Chen nodded slightly, reached out and opened the car door. In a flash, he was already seated in the back seat, his movements fluid and effortless.

The interior has been specially modified, resembling a mobile, sophisticated command center. Several high-definition screens flicker with a cool, dim light, and various instruments emit a subtle hum as they operate, exuding a reassuring sense of technology.

Besides Zhuang Yuan in the driver's seat, his deputy Li Can was also sitting in the passenger seat. The latter sat upright with a tense gaze, not daring to even glance at Xiao Chen in the back seat.

"Is there any result?"

Xiao Chen's voice was calm and even, yet it possessed a penetrating power that shattered the silence inside the car.

Zhuang Yuan's fingertips moved quickly across the encrypted terminal, and a high-precision 3D simulation image was instantly projected onto the floating screen in front of Xiao Chen. The pixels were so fine that the texture of hair and skin could be clearly seen.

"Based on the clues you provided, and combined with Huang Fengqiang's deep memory recall, we have conducted tens of thousands of simulations and corrections." Zhuang Yuan's tone was solemn, his eyes fixed on the screen. "The person corresponding to this image does not seem to be a native of the Western Region. The clues vaguely point to the capital. This is the closest portrait we can currently reconstruct."

Xiao Chen's gaze fell on the screen, his pupils narrowing slightly.

The man in the image was around forty years old, with a thin but angular face, his features as hard and cold as refined steel, sharp and angular as if carved by a knife and axe. (End of Chapter)