The Crazy Son-In-Law

“The food is poisoned,” declared Xiao Shun, setting down his wineglass with an expression of calm. His words were neither hurried nor slow.

Tang Shishi glanced at him dismissively, muttering under her breath, “You’re drunk without even drinking.”

Song Linger, with a playful smile, served Xiao Shun a piece of red-braised pork. “Master, you seem to be in a joking mood. Your anger must have subsided. So, tell me already, who has offended you? You seemed so upset earlier…”

Her words trailed off as her smile froze on her face, her eyebrows furrowing.

Her hand shook, and her chopsticks clattered to the ground. She looked at Xiao Shun, confused. “Master?”

Tang Shishi also sensed something was wrong. She felt weak, as if her hands had gone numb and she couldn’t exert any strength.

“I told you the food was poisoned,” Xiao Shun replied, shaking his head.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner? What kind of poison is it? Will it kill us?” Tang Shishi asked, her face gone pale. She felt a wave of weakness washing over her, her strength gradually dissipating. She seemed helpless and clearly frightened.

“I wanted you two to confirm it. To see if my judgment was accurate,” Xiao Shun explained, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

“You’re sick, you know that?” Tang Shishi retorted.

“Was it the delivery person?” asked Song Linger, her eyebrows knitted together.

“It’s not lethal. It just makes a person feel weak. You’ll be fine in an hour or two,” Xiao Shun reassured them, then added after a moment’s thought, “It might not necessarily have been the delivery person. As for who it was, we should find out soon.”

“Then hurry up and detoxify us, Master,” Song Linger implored, her tongue beginning to feel heavy. She slurred her words as she slumped on the sofa.

Xiao Shun smiled faintly, calmly taking out a needle box. He pricked a few acupoints on their hands, and they soon started feeling better.

Just then, a loud voice resonated from outside the door, “It seems I underestimated Mr. Xiao’s capabilities. Well, I’ve never been one for assassinations. Why don’t we have a fair fight?”Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Unfazed, Xiao Shun looked towards the door and got up to head outside, with Song Linger and Tang Shishi following him closely.

In the courtyard, an elderly man stood. He was dressed in casual clothes, slightly hunched over, wearing a black jacket and grey slacks. He looked like a typical retired old man playing chess under a tree by the street.

His aura was concealed so well that even Xiao Shun hadn’t noticed him earlier, let alone Song Linger and Tang Shishi.

“Who sent you?” asked Xiao Shun.

“There’s no harm in telling you, as you’re soon to be dead,” replied the old man, his hands behind his back, taking a couple of steady steps forward. “The Wei family of Harrow. Don’t blame me, I’m simply doing the bidding of my benefactors.”

“I haven’t even come looking for your Wei family, yet here you are at my doorstep,” Xiao Shun scoffed, his gaze turning frosty, a killing intent rising within him. He could have died in that car accident if it wasn’t for his luck.

“Kid, there are too many people in this world that you can’t afford to offend. There are always bigger fish. Don’t think that you can rule Stillwater without any repercussions. You’re like a frog in a well, not knowing how you’ll die,” the old man warned menacingly.

“I know you’re rich, but your money won’t save your life today.”

“Why do people always talk so much before a fight?” Song Linger whispered, blinking her eyes.

“If words can achieve the goal, who would want to fight?” Tang Shishi muttered in response.

“Does this old man want to talk my master to death?”

Tang Shishi: “…”

Ignoring the nonsense from the two unreliable characters, Xiao Shun focused on the elderly man in front of him. He was a formidable opponent; they had met at the charity dinner earlier.

“Master, let me handle this,” Song Linger said, eager to fight.

“This old man is very strong, you’re probably not his match. I’ll need three moves to take him down,” Xiao Shun said, sniffing.

Song Linger was speechless, giving him a resentful glance. “Master, can’t you be a little humble? It’s one thing to belittle your opponent, but why did I also get dragged into this? I am your disciple…”

The elder man laughed out of anger, “Still boasting at death’s door, you really don’t know your place.” As he finished speaking, his body’s aura suddenly surged, and the frail figure seemed to grow a little taller.

“I’ll go!” Before Xiao Shun could react, Song Linger, unable to hold back, turned into a shadow and charged like a cannonball, showing her teeth.

Xiao Shun held his forehead, this child must have been bored. When practicing with Duan Jia usually, Duan Jia was not her opponent at all. She only had the chance to get hit, not to fight back, naturally she was not satisfied.

Huh! Huh! Huh! Song Linger’s cultivation might not be as good as the elder’s, but her Meteor Fist was already refined to the extreme, coupled with the Ripple Steps, she moved like a ghost in the night, agile and free, for a while it was a give and take.

The elder was named Peng Zu, at the peak of the Foundation stage, his strength was above Zuo Zhiyuan’s. It was not easy for Song Linger to fight him for twenty moves.

Under the night sky, two shadows could be seen flickering and moving about, swift as lightning. Tang Shishi watched with her mouth agape, she could see how strong the elder was, and what surprised her was that she never expected Song Linger, who looked like a young girl in her early twenties, to have such impressive skills.

Song Linger always called Xiao Shun master, so Xiao Shun… She unconsciously turned her head to look at Xiao Shun. She saw him squinting, with a trace of worry on his face.

Peng Zu was also a little shocked in his heart. He could clearly feel that this young girl’s strength was far inferior to his, but he couldn’t find her flaws for a while. Her fist techniques and footwork were natural and intuitive, like a dancing spirit snake, elusive.

Just as the two were in the heat of the fight, a cold light suddenly pierced the night sky, making a chilling howl, and rushed towards Xiao Shun. A flying dagger? Xiao Shun’s eyes narrowed, he slightly sidestepped, and the dagger flashed past his chest. Ding! It nailed straight into the white porcelain wall behind him, and the porcelain tiles instantly cracked into a spider-web pattern.

Tang Shishi couldn’t help but gasp. Although she also practiced martial arts, she was a young lady after all, and rarely had the chance to encounter such powerful cultivators.

Xiao Shun’s eyes were cold, he quickly glanced over the wall, and saw three shadows jumping down, arriving in an instant. “Yun Sandao?” Xiao Shun squinted at the people who had arrived, somewhat surprised.

Yun Sandao, one of the top three cultivators in the Yun family of Calsca, triplet brothers, with very casual names, Yun Yidao, Yun Erdao, Yun Sandao.

The Yun family was known for their flying daggers, using them with a fluidity that was elusive. It is said that these three brothers had a shared consciousness, and each could instantly shoot hundreds of flying daggers, forming a dense network of blades that even a cultivator of the Houtian realm would avoid.

However, the Yun family rarely made public appearances, rarely showing their faces in public, hence Xiao Shun felt a bit surprised.