My Ares Son-in-Law

Jiang Qingjiang seemed to have foreseen his tragic fate in the future. The helplessness and fear wrapped him tightly like ice, making it impossible for him to breathe.

His heart had sunk to the bottom of the valley at this moment, and despair was drowning him like a cold tide. Realizing that his end was near, he could no longer maintain his usual calmness and pride. Suddenly, his knees weakened and he fell to the ground, as if he had lost all support.

His movements were swift and decisive. He pressed his forehead against the cold floor tiles and kowtowed repeatedly. Each kowtow was accompanied by a trembling voice: "Brother, brother, please forgive me! I was really confused for a moment and was blinded by the sweet words of Xiao Xianren. How could I really want to harm the old man... I...!"

His voice was filled with regret and pleading. Tears and sweat mixed together, blurring his vision, but they could not blur the deep fear and despair in his heart.

However, Jiang Qingtao's response was as cold and ruthless as ice.

"Shut up!" he shouted suddenly, his voice filled with endless anger and disappointment, as if to shake the whole room.

He waved his hand with a decisive and powerful movement, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Someone, catch this useless thing for me. I don't want to see his disgusting face for even a second."

Upon hearing this, the assassins immediately took action. They were agile and appeared beside Jiang Qingjiang like ghosts, without any hesitation.

They held Jiang Qingjiang's shoulders and lifted him up roughly from the ground, preparing to take him away. During this process, Jiang Qingjiang had no power to resist and could only let them do whatever they wanted, but his heart was full of complicated emotions.

However, when Jiang Qingjiang was taken away, a faint hope inexplicably surged in his heart. He secretly glanced at Jiang Qingtao and found that although his elder brother was extremely angry, there was no real murderous intent in his eyes.

He knew very well that his elder brother was soft-hearted and sentimental, and even if he had made such a big mistake, he might not really do anything cruel to him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingjiang couldn't help but feel relieved. Although he knew that the days ahead would be very difficult, at least he had saved his life. This fluke mentality quietly ignited in his heart like a weak candle flame the moment he was taken away.

Here, Xiao Xianren seemed to have come out of a sudden shock. He gently patted the non-existent dust on his robe, with a bit of deliberate elegance and arrogance in his movements.

When he stood up, his eyes instantly became cold as ice and shot directly at Jiang Qingtao. His eyes showed both anger at the Jiang family's behavior and determination to take the action that was about to take.

"You are such a jerk, Jiang Qingtao," he spoke slowly, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable majesty, "How dare you allow your daughter to attack me? How can my Penglai Holy Land sit idly by and watch such behavior? I will report this matter truthfully and let the Holy Land make the decision. You, the Jiang family, just wait to bear the consequences!"

After that, he didn't say another word, and turned around with a generous and somewhat uninhibited movement, as if he no longer missed anything here. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step he took showed unquestionable authority and confidence, as if the rules of the whole world were surrendering to him.

Jiang Qingtao stared at Xiao Xianren's departing back, his hands clenched into fists, veins bulging, showing his inner anger and unwillingness.

However, this anger could only turn into a silent sigh, because he knew that the power of Penglai Holy Land was far beyond the Jiang family's ability to contend with. Even the Jiang family, which was famous in the three southeastern provinces, was just a drop in the ocean in front of Penglai Holy Land, insignificant. Xiao Xianren's back gradually went away, but his laughter seemed to still echo in the air, a mixture of disdain and complacency.

He knew very well that it was this identity from the Penglai Holy Land that gave him the confidence and support to run rampant in this secular world. This power allowed him to ignore any challenges and threats, because he knew that no matter where he went, the aura of the Penglai Holy Land would protect him.

Xiao Chen's eyes followed the figure of Xiao Xianren as he walked away. His back, lengthened by the setting sun, seemed to carry a hint of arrogance.

The cold murderous intent in his eyes was like a sudden chill wind in winter, biting and resolute. A barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then he gently waved his right hand, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light between his fingers. However, all this was cleverly hidden in the afterglow of the setting sun that was about to sink into the horizon behind him, and no one noticed.

The air around seemed to freeze for a moment, but then returned to normal. Even the birds that occasionally flew by not far away did not notice anything unusual.

Even the highly skilled Xiao Xianren only subconsciously raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, mistakingly thinking that he was bitten by a small insect that had accidentally blown in with the evening breeze. He then shook his head and continued on his way without the slightest doubt in his heart.

Jiang Yulan witnessed all this and was burning with anger. She clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms without her realizing it. Her beautiful eyes seemed to be able to spit fire at this moment.

She stamped her feet angrily, stirring up the dust on the ground. Her voice trembled slightly with anger: "Damn it! Can the people of Penglai Holy Land be so domineering and ignore the feelings of others?"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, filled with resentment and indignation.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen curled up the corner of his mouth into a faint smile. That smile not only comforted Jiang Yulan's emotions, but also concealed a hint of profound meaning that was not easily perceived.

He gently patted Jiang Yulan's shoulder and comforted her, "Miss Yulan, don't worry. Everything in the world has its cause and effect, and the evildoers will eventually get their due retribution. Perhaps, soon after that Xiao Xianren steps out of this camp, something unexpected will be waiting for him."

His words were full of confidence and calmness, as if everything was under control.

Jiang Qingtao watched the interaction between Xiao Chen and Jiang Yulan, and his mood couldn't help but improve. He smiled and interrupted, "Yes, Yulan, let's not worry about those things. Mr. Xiao is right, your grandfather's health is the top priority. Now that he can wake up, it's the best news."

Having said that, a sincere smile spread across his face. He turned his gaze to Xiao Chen and asked with gratitude and expectation: "Mr. Xiao, do you think my father's illness has been completely cured now?" His words were full of trust and admiration for Xiao Chen's medical skills.

However, Jiang Qingtao was obviously a little worried, wondering if the old man was now fully recovered. (End of this chapter)