The Crazy Son-In-Law

At the entrance of the restaurant, there were two rows of waiters, chefs, security guards… all neatly lined up and looking in their direction. The three of them stopped simultaneously.

Especially Yao Cen and Wen Wanyu, they were both confused. What was happening?

Walking under the gaze of dozens of people made them uncomfortable, so they quickly walked towards the exit.

As soon as the three of them reached the entrance, everyone bowed in unison and said, “Welcome back next time!”

Xiao Shun rubbed his forehead and thought to himself, ‘These two brothers… they are really… bizarre. Did they have to do this? I’m really speechless.’

After leaving the restaurant, Wen Wanyu took a taxi home. Xiao Shun and Yao Cen had drunk alcohol, so they had to get a designated driver.

“What was going on at the restaurant just now?” Yao Cen asked.

“What?” Xiao Shun was a bit slow to react, “Oh, we were the lucky customers…”

Before he could finish, he noticed Yao Cen staring at him intently and promptly corrected himself, “I just had a very friendly and harmonious conversation with the owner of the restaurant. They appreciate me… Ouch!”

At the same time, in an isolated hospital room in the city.

In just a few days, Nie Yue, a once lively and energetic young man, had now become skin and bones. His eyes were deeply sunken, cheekbones prominent, looking like an elderly man on his deathbed.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Nie. It’s my fault for not taking good care of Nie Yue. If I hadn’t told him that it was my father’s birthday that day, he wouldn’t have come to the capital, gotten into a conflict, and ended up like this. I am truly sorry.” Cheng Yu’s eyes reddened, his words filled with deep sorrow.

The man in his fifties standing before him was Nie Yue’s father, Nie Jiuchong.

Nie Jiuchong held the position of the head of the Southeast branch of Old School Society, managing the seven provinces in the Southeast. He had countless strong and brave men under him, and his own cultivation was said to have reached the peak of the Posterior Stage years ago, just one step away from the Anterior.

However, over the years, he had rarely engaged in combat and had not revealed his current cultivation level to the outside world. Even so, no one in the country’s cultivation community dared to underestimate him.

Becoming a cultivator depends partly on one’s natural aptitude. Unfortunately, this aptitude cannot be inherited. Nie Jiuchong’s excellent aptitude did not pass to his son, Nie Yue. Nie Yue’s aptitude was average, and his cultivation, built up with the help of elixirs, was ultimately lacking in foundation. By the age of twenty, he was only a fifth-order cultivator.

On the other hand, cultivation also relies on postnatal diligent practice. Of course, those with excellent prenatal aptitude can achieve twice the results with half the effort. In contrast, those with average aptitude must work twice as hard for half the results and easily encounter bottlenecks.

Nie Jiuchong stood straight as a pine by the bedside, hands behind his back, silent for a full ten minutes. The fury in his chest was like a volcano about to erupt.

He slowly turned around, his eyes shining with a fierce light as he looked at Cheng Yu.

Just one look from him made Cheng Yu feel a strong oppressive force rushing towards him. His heart tightened suddenly, and he quickly lowered his head, afraid to meet Nie Jiuchong’s gaze.

Nie Jiuchong walked over to him, suppressing the anger and sorrow in his heart, and gently patted Cheng Yu’s shoulder. His voice was like a tolling bell, “I know about your friendship with Yue’er. This incident is not your fault. I am not a person who can’t distinguish right from wrong. I won’t vent my anger on your Cheng family.”

The moment Nie Jiuchong touched Cheng Yu’s shoulder, he trembled slightly, almost losing his footing from the immense pressure of standing before such a powerful cultivator.

Hearing Nie Jiuchong’s words, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

“With our current medical technology, Nie Yue’s injuries can surely be healed. My father has been in constant contact with top medical experts abroad to come here and treat him. I believe we will find a solution.” Cheng Yu tried to reassure him.

“Thank you for your kind words. When you go back, give my regards to your father. I will personally visit to express my gratitude another day.”

Nie Jiuchong sighed. He knew that Nie Yue’s injuries might not be something that current medical technology could solve. Although the city hospital had a top-tier medical team, they were still at a loss.

Nie Yue’s physical injuries were not life-threatening, and no internal injuries could be detected. However, his body’s functions were rapidly deteriorating at an alarming rate. It was exceedingly strange.

Now, they could only rely on the expensive Small Rejuvenation Pills from the Old School Society to barely sustain his life. But the materials required for the pill were extremely rare. If this continued, they would soon run out of medicine.

After Cheng Yu left, a young man in his early twenties wearing black-rimmed glasses walked in. His face was clean, his posture straight, giving off a fresh and handsome vibe.

“Bring the person back to the headquarters, alive. I want to see what kind of sinister techniques they used to harm Yue’er to this extent.” Nie Jiuchong spoke calmly, but his words were filled with lethal intent.

“Xiao Shun is our new branch head in Oakland. Should we report to the central headquarters?” The man in white asked with a serious face and cold eyes, like a robot.

The Old School Society had its own rules. Capturing a family member from the opponent’s territory, especially a branch head, would require a proper report according to standard procedures.

“No need,” Nie Jiuchong hesitated for a moment before saying. “A tiny Oakland branch head doesn’t need a special report to Qiu Zhan. He can’t do much to you anyway. Just say hello to the Old School Society in Harrow when you get there.”

Among the four major headquarters of the Old School Society, the Central District was the weakest, both in terms of financial strength and military power compared to the other headquarters. Therefore, Nie Jiuchong didn’t take them seriously.

“Please rest assured, I will bring him back alive,” the man in white nodded slightly in response, then turned to look at Nie Yue, who was barely hanging on in the hospital bed.

“His injury…”

“I’m afraid he doesn’t have much time left. I’ll take him back in a few days,” Nie Jiuchong said with a gloomy expression.

Despite his high cultivation, he couldn’t bring the dead back to life. Moreover, cultivation requires concentration. If one wants to reach the peak, they cannot divert their attention to medical skills. Even a prodigy can’t multitask, because human energy is limited, and these two are different domains.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

A detached villa in the western suburbs of the capital.

A master bedroom on the second floor.

Xia Li sat cross-legged, her eyes slightly closed, as calm as an old monk. Her light-blue silk pajamas were open, revealing the veins under her delicate, white skin writhing like hideous worms crawling inside her body, a sight that was rather horrifying.

Tilting her head slightly, her small ears moved a little, she slowly opened her eyes, pulled up her pajamas, got up and walked barefoot towards the door.

She leaned on the railing, her eyes filled with interest as she stared at Cheng Yu downstairs.

Cheng Yu held two glasses of red wine in his hand. When he looked up, a pair of long, beautiful legs appeared in his line of sight, the scenery under her pajamas barely visible.

He raised one of the glasses towards Xia Li in a gesture.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked.