Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

Qin Yumo's heart tightened, and she turned to look.

The courtyard gate was pushed open, and a tall figure strode in.

He was in his forties, with thick eyebrows and fierce eyes. He wore a bright green heavy helmet and had a Frost-Free Greatsword at his waist. He exuded a travel-worn air about him.

Master Qin is back.

Qin Yumo quickly went out to greet them.

When Master Qin saw her, a smile appeared on his face: "Yu Mo."

"Father," Qin Yumo walked over, "Why are you back so early today?"

"We didn't encounter any Woma Guards at the Woma Temple today. We just killed some small monsters and came back." Master Qin said as he walked inside. "Where's Lin Mu? Is he awake yet?"

Qin Yumo paused in her steps.

Unaware of what was happening, Master Qin continued walking forward: "I've been thinking about this for the past two days. That kid has a hard life; he was hit with a brick on his wedding day. I don't know who did it. Luckily, I used a healing spell in time and fed him a bottle of sun water, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."

He said as he walked toward the backyard, "I'm going to check on him."

Qin Yumo stood there, mouth agape.

"father--"

Master Qin had already turned into the backyard.

Qin Yumo had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

backyard.

Master Qin strode to the door of Lin Mu's room and pushed it open.

The bedding on the bed was neatly folded, and the room was empty.

Master Qin paused for a moment, stepped back, and looked around.

In the courtyard, Chunxing stood there, her face pale.

Master Qin frowned and asked Chunxing, "Where is the son-in-law?"

Chapter 8 Past Events

Chunxing opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Master Qin then looked at Qin Yumo.

Qin Yumo lowered her head, remained silent for a second, then raised her head and said with a forced smile:

"He... went out."

Master Qin frowned even more deeply: "Out? Where did they go?"

Qin Yumo didn't say anything.

Old Master Qin stared at her for three seconds, then suddenly said, "Tell me the truth."

Qin Yumo bit her lip, about to speak.

Chunxing suddenly shouted, "The son-in-law is back!"

Then, I almost jumped up.

At the entrance of the courtyard, a dusty figure was walking inside.

Lin Mu carried a wooden sword in one hand and a large piece of venison in the other, his whole body covered in dust and dirt.

As for the ebony sword and other jewelry, he had already put them away. After all, in this world, one can only judge a person's level by their equipment.

Even a level 50 veteran, if they wear simple clothes and wield a wooden sword, will be mistaken for a newbie. This is something even a Taoist's spiritual revelation can't detect.

Lin Mu had been fighting monsters all afternoon and was starving.

As soon as he entered, he smelled the aroma of food, which made his mouth water.

Chunxing's eyes welled up with tears as she ran over, crying, "Young Master! Where have you been!"

Lin Mu was startled by her posture. Before he could react, Chunxing had already run up to him, looked him up and down, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was unharmed.

"I..." Lin Mu was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of two other people standing in the courtyard.

A middle-aged man in his forties, with thick eyebrows and fierce eyes, wearing a bright green heavy helmet, was staring at him.

Beside her stood Qin Yumo, still wearing that moon-white long dress, her expression unreadable, whether it was relief or something else entirely.

Lin Mu's mind raced, and he remembered that this was Qin Yumo's father, the one who had been saved by his adoptive father.

When Master Qin saw Lin Mu, his brows relaxed and a smile appeared on his face.

He turned to look at Qin Yumo, his tone softening considerably: "Alright, it's good that she's back."

Qin Yumo lowered her head and didn't say anything.

Master Qin sighed and lowered his voice, saying, "Yu Mo, I know you're unhappy about this marriage. But Lin Mu... isn't a bad kid."

Qin Yumo raised her head, as if to say something.

Old Master Qin waved his hand, not letting her speak: "From now on, I won't interfere in your affairs. Do whatever you want."

He paused, then his tone turned serious: "But his father saved me. Back in the Coffin of Death, if it weren't for his father's Return Scroll, I would have been fed to the pincers long ago. It was because of this that our two families arranged your marriage. Without his father, there would be no me, and certainly no you. I even suspect that it was because he gave me the Return Scroll that I lost this life-saving trump card in the adventures that followed, and in the end..."

Qin Yumo bit her lip and remained silent; she had heard this story countless times.

“So—” Old Master Qin looked at her, “he can’t be hurt, that’s the bottom line.”

Qin Yumo paused for a second, then nodded gently.

Master Qin then turned around, looked at Lin Mu, and smiled again.

"It's good that you're back." He strode over and patted Lin Mu on the shoulder. "Later, you and Yu Mo will go to the main hall for dinner."

Lin Mu felt a weight on his shoulder, thinking to himself that this guy was quite strong.

He nodded: "Okay."

Master Qin glanced at him again, smiled, and turned to leave.

The courtyard fell silent.

Lin Mu stood there, holding the piece of venison, somewhat bewildered.

Chunxing leaned closer, her eyes still red, but a smile had already appeared on her face.

Seeing her excited expression, Lin Mu felt a warmth in his heart.

This little maid is quite affectionate.

He had spent the afternoon fighting monsters and had a great haul. In a good mood, he opened his arms and said...

"Come here, let your son-in-law give you a hug..."

As for Qin Yumo being right next to him? It doesn't matter. Does she think more highly of Lin Mu when he's serious?

Chunxing was so startled that she jumped back, her face turning bright red.

"Son-in-law!" she stamped her foot in shame and indignation. "How...how could you do this!"

Lin Mu laughed and withdrew his hand.

Chunxing glared at him, then couldn't help but ask, "Quickly tell me, where did you go? And... where did this venison come from?"

Lin Mu looked down at the piece of meat in his hand and casually said, "Oh, this. I went to watch other people farm monsters, and someone killed a deer but didn't dig it up. That's such a waste, so I dug it up and brought it back."

He didn't want to tell anyone that he had spent the entire afternoon outside the city killing monsters.

After all, according to the common people's understanding in this world, those scarecrows and rake cats are not something that a level one Taoist priest can deal with.

He's a son-in-law who just transmigrated here. If he suddenly claims he can kill a scarecrow single-handedly, isn't that just asking for trouble?

Chunxing looked at him with suspicion: "Watching others grind monsters... all afternoon?"

Lin Mu nodded: "I watched it all afternoon."

Chunxing wanted to ask more, but then she heard footsteps behind her.

Qin Yumo walked over and glanced at Lin Mu.

His gaze remained indifferent, devoid of expression.

"Dinner's ready."

Lin Mu nodded and followed her inside.

After taking a few steps, Qin Yumo spoke again: "Father told me to."

Lin Mu responded with an "Oh".

The two walked towards the main hall one after the other, with Chunxing following behind.

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Inside the main hall, the food had already been laid out.

A large octagonal table was set with six or seven dishes, including fish and meat, which looked quite plentiful.

Master Qin sat in the main seat, next to a middle-aged woman dressed in a simple dress, with gentle features; she was clearly Qin Yumo's mother.

As soon as Lin Mu entered, the woman looked up and sized him up with a smile.

"Coming, coming, please have a seat," she greeted.

Lin Mu sat down and looked around.

Chunxing stood to the side, showing no intention of sitting down.

Lin Mu paused for a moment, then turned to Qin Yumo: "Why aren't you eating the spring apricots with us?"

Qin Yumo glanced at him and lowered her voice, saying, "She's a servant."

“There is a designated dining area,” Qin Yumo explained briefly. “The main hall is where the Qin family holds their family banquets.”

Lin Mu said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

Madam Qin spoke up: "Lin Mu, does your head still hurt?"

Lin Mu shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."