My Ares Son-in-Law

"I..." Zhou Yanhe opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

He suddenly realized a terrifying problem: while the entire western region was frantically hunting down Xiao Chen, that man might be standing at some unassailable height, calmly overlooking this farce.

It was like looking down at a group of oblivious ants bouncing around in his palm.

Even though the Qingyang Sword Sect is not what it used to be, its influence still remains. Looking across the western region, who would dare to easily touch this old tree with its deep roots? Not to mention cutting down Ao Tianchen's brother-in-law... that would be like tearing a hole in the sky, something only a madman would dare to do.

But Xiao Chen did it anyway.

Moreover, it was done cleanly and efficiently, leaving no trace.

Zhou Yanhe stood in the messy living room, his back already soaked with cold sweat, the cold sweat trickling down his fingers. He suddenly remembered that day in the study, when the young man stood by the window, the mocking smile in his eyes.

It turns out that it wasn't just youthful arrogance.

They are fearless because they have something to rely on.

It is the inherent contempt of the strong for the weak.

"Head of the Zhou family, are you deaf?" The white-haired old man's voice was cold and hard, carrying an impatient and oppressive feeling. His master-level aura was faintly spreading, making Zhou Yanhe's breath catch in his throat.

Zhou Yanhe snapped back to his senses, his body involuntarily bowing, his tone filled with barely concealed panic: "My lord, I... do indeed know Xiao Chen."

"Where is he now?" The old man's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his tone suddenly becoming urgent, staring intently into his eyes as if trying to see through his heart.

"This..." Zhou Yanhe gave a bitter smile, his face full of bitterness and helplessness. "To be honest, I have a long-standing feud with this young man. He has always been aloof and eccentric. Why would he tell me his whereabouts?"

The old man's face instantly darkened, and the hope in his eyes turned into icy anger... It was all for naught.

He stepped forward, his master-level aura pressing down like a mountain, causing Zhou Yanhe to bow even lower. "I've heard that your daughter, Zhou Keying, has a close relationship with him," the old man said threateningly. "Please ask Miss Zhou to come out and say a few words."

“My daughter went to visit relatives in another province with her mother a few days ago,” Zhou Yanhe explained with his head down, his voice trembling slightly. “The journey is long, and even if we send an urgent notice now, it will take several days for her to get back.”

The old man narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze sweeping across his face as if judging the truth. After a long pause, he coldly uttered four words: "I want to see her today."

His tone left no room for argument, carrying an undisguised threat... If they can't find Xiao Chen, the Zhou family will have to bear the wrath of the New Martial Arts Association.

The air froze instantly, even the chirping of insects outside the window stopped abruptly, leaving only the heavy breathing of the black-clad warrior, as heavy as a boulder pressing on one's heart.

Zhou Yanhe's fingers clenched so tightly they turned white. He took a deep breath of the cool night air, slowly raised his eyes, his gaze filled with extreme restraint, yet his tone remained calm and steady:
"My lord, you are unaware of this... Although my daughter's surname is Zhou, she is already engaged and is the fiancée of Lü Fengxian of the Lü family. She has no connection with Xiao Chen whatsoever, so what could they possibly have to do with each other?"

The moment the words "Lu family" were uttered, they appeared like an invisible iron wall, instantly blocking the old man's path.

The old man's expression suddenly changed, and his sharp gaze dimmed slightly.

The Lü family's influence in the western region is even more formidable than that of the New Martial Arts Association. Moreover, they are a long-established family with a deep-rooted history. If things really come to a head, it will not benefit anyone.

He remained silent for a few seconds, then flicked his sleeves, turned around, and said in a deep voice, "Since she is the future daughter-in-law of the Lü family, I will not bother you any longer. But if there is any news about Xiao Chen in the future..."

"I will definitely inform the New Martial Arts Association immediately and will never dare to conceal anything." Zhou Yanhe bowed to see the guests off, bending even lower, until the footsteps of the group of black-clad martial artists completely disappeared into the night before he staggered and straightened up.

My back was already soaked with cold sweat, and the close-fitting shirt clung to my back, feeling icy cold.

He gazed at the chaotic living room, then suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh… All the wealth and fame he had accumulated over half a lifetime seemed as fragile as a cicada's wing, utterly vulnerable in the face of true power.

Meanwhile, deep within the Qin family's villa, the only sound in the tranquil courtyard was the chirping of insects.

Qin Xianglan stood before the French windows, her long, moon-white dress trailing on the ground, the hem flowing like clouds, accentuating her slender and fairy-like figure.

The shoulder line was faintly visible, and the fabric below the collarbone was adorned with tiny crystals that shimmered in the lamplight under the corridor, rising and falling with each breath, as if the Milky Way had been crushed and sewn into the fabric.

The skirt curved gracefully three inches above the knee, revealing a section of her jade-like calves, her skin shimmering in the night. Her long hair fell loosely, a few strands entwining the curves of her chest, adding a touch of languid allure.

This beauty, enough to captivate all, was now marred by a furrowed brow and a hint of inquiry and seriousness in her eyes.

The phone screen was lit up, and the young man in the photo had a cold and stern look, with sharp features... It was Xiao Chen.

"The devil... it was you."

She murmured softly, her voice gentle yet carrying a subtle tremor, her chest rising and falling gently with her breath.

It turns out that the downfall of the Qingyang Sword Sect overnight and the hanging of Ao Tianchen's brother-in-law's head on the city gate were all the work of this young man.

She suddenly remembered the day he caught a sniper bullet with his bare hands and indifferently uttered "worthless".

At the time, I only felt that this person was unruly and wildly arrogant.

Now I understand... that wasn't arrogance, but the powerful looking down on ants, the composure of controlling everything.

“Xiao Chen, oh Xiao Chen,” Qin Xianglan’s fingertips, slightly cool, gently traced the young man’s features on the screen, “just how many secrets are you hiding?”

"Knock knock knock..."

The door was knocked softly, the voice extremely respectful.

The one who entered was Qin Xiangdong, the current head of the Qin family.

This man, who held immense power and influence in the western region, stopped three steps behind Qin Xianglan and, without hesitation, knelt on one knee, the sound of his knee striking the blue bricks making a dull thud. He bowed his head in humility and asked, "Miss summons me. What are your orders?"

If outsiders saw this scene, they would be absolutely stunned.

But Qin Xiangdong knew in his heart that the seemingly young and beautiful woman in front of him was the true person in charge of the Qin family and the core person who controlled the family's lifeline.

"The Reverse Scale Sword that went missing back then has been found." Qin Xianglan slowly turned around, her skirt swaying slightly, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable power, "It's in Xiao Chen's hands."

Qin Xiangdong's pupils suddenly contracted, and he abruptly looked up, his voice filled with disbelief and shock: "The Reverse Scale... that legendary divine sword, it's appeared?!"

Then he suddenly remembered something, and his expression instantly turned serious: "Xiao Chen? Is that the 'devil' who caused chaos in the western region and was wanted dead by the New Martial Arts Association?"

“Exactly.” Qin Xianglan walked to the sandalwood table, her fingertips lightly tracing the natural grain of the surface, her gaze deep. “If the Qin family goes all out to protect him, what are your chances of success?”

Qin Xiangdong remained silent for a long time, his brows furrowed, seemingly weighing the pros and cons. (End of Chapter)