The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Now that I know you’re still alive, my father is also very relieved. He is no longer the chairman of Golden Holding now, and is just holding an idle position as the senex of the Old School Society. In fact, he has been marginalized and has little power left,” Kou Moshu said.

“But after all, he is still a person of the Old School Society. And he is probably under surveillance now, so it’s inconvenient for him to meet you. He asked me to call you and give you a heads up.”

Among the management of the Old School Society, only Kou Zhengqing and Xiao Shun had more frequent interactions, so now that he was marginalized, Xiao Shun could probably guess why.

Back at Harrow, Yang Zino should have also seen that Kou Zhengqing did not use his full strength.

“Aren’t you afraid of offending the Old School Society?” Xiao Shun’s tone was not as cold as before. He asked,

“I’m not good at much, but I have a sense of righteousness. Since I call you a friend, then I’ll stand by you. I’m not afraid, and I sincerely admire Mr. Xiao. My father does too. Daring to come to Harrow at this time, you are a real man,” Kou Moshu said with a chuckle.

“Anyway, please thank your father for me. As for leaving Harrow, at least for now I have no plans to do so. You don’t need to get involved either. This is a grudge between me and the Old School Society,” Xiao Shun said with a smile.

“Mr. Xiao, listen to my advice. I heard that the Old School Society attaches great importance to this Hero Cup. They absolutely won’t tolerate any disturbances, so you were kicked out of the Old School Society because the central leaders were afraid you would affect the Hero Cup. So they definitely won’t tolerate your presence as an unstable factor,” Kou Moshu said anxiously,

“A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Gu Baiyi and Haitang have both arrived at Harrow. My father said they are both top masters of the Old School Society. Why insist on momentary satisfaction? Don’t you agree?”

“Thank you for your kindness, but I have my own plans for this matter. No need to advise me further,” Xiao Shun said firmly.

“Alright then. Since I can’t persuade you, please be extra careful. If you need help, Moshu is willing to serve,” Kou Moshu said after pondering for a moment.

Xiao Shun declined Kou Moshu’s kindness and drove to Goodhealth Herbs to get medicine.

As soon as he stepped out, he noticed two gray Buick commercial vehicles following behind him.

Although they kept a certain distance, he could still sense that each vehicle had four practitioners. They were probably sent by the Old School Society to monitor him specifically.

Xiao Shun smiled faintly. He didn’t take those seven or eight ordinary practitioners seriously and ignored them. He quickly went to Goodhealth Herbs, got the medicine, and returned to the Riverland Bay villa.

“You know how to decoct medicine, right?” Xiao Shun handed the dozen or so medicine packets he brought back to Wen Yao and asked.

“I do,” Wen Yao took the medicine packets he handed over and thanked him.

“That’s good. The medicine pot and everything is here, make yourself at home,” Xiao Shun said.

Song Linger’s excitement from breaking through to the Posterior stage had not yet passed. She waved her fists in the air while picking up the conversation, “Sister Wen Yao, I’m a nice person. You’ll know after we spend a few days together.”

Xiao Shun was speechless. How did this conversation get here? Also, who brags about themselves like this?This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“I see you have excess energy. Go take care of the cockroaches outside,” he said.

Upon hearing this, Song Linger immediately stopped moving and stared at him intently, asking eagerly, “What cockroaches?”

“They’re probably sent by Yang Zino to monitor us…”

As soon as Song Linger heard Yang Zino’s name, her anger shot up. Before he could finish speaking, she whooshed and disappeared.

Wen Yao stared dumbfounded at the doorway. She swallowed and secretly marveled, “This girl is so powerful.”

Then she looked at Xiao Shun, who was Song Linger’s master. How powerful must her master be?

Instantly, she became full of confidence that Xiao Shun could cure her illness.

“Where did she go? She seemed very angry,” Wen Yao asked.

“Nothing much, just letting her practice,” Xiao Shun said playfully.

Wen Yao came from a cultivation world family, meaning not every family member had the aptitude to cultivate, but their family had their own unique cultivation system and trained family members from a young age.

As for aptitude, there was no clear threshold to define whether someone could become a cultivator. No one was born a cultivator, only that people with poor aptitude progressed much slower than those with good aptitude.

If after cultivating for ten years, someone still couldn’t match what others accomplished in one year, persisting likely held little meaning and at best only strengthened the body.

The advantage of cultivation families was that they had their own qi training methods. Even family members with ordinary aptitude were much stronger than ordinary people who only knew how to temper their bodies.

Take Wen Yao for example. Her aptitude was average, but after over ten years of qi training according to her family’s methods, she was barely a low-level cultivator, already much stronger than most ordinary people. But compared to those with good aptitude, she was negligible.

Therefore, when she saw Song Linger suddenly vanish before her eyes, she reacted with exceptional surprise.

Outside the entrance, the two gray commercial vehicles were parked dozens of meters apart from each other.

“Is a cripple worth our grand mobilization like this? I really don’t know what the higher-ups are thinking. Wouldn’t directly getting rid of him simply resolve this? Really troublesome,” one Old School Society member in a crew cut with a facial scar complained as he took a drag of his cigarette.

Slightly older than him, another cultivator with a small mustache sitting beside him had his arms crossed over his chest and eyes slightly closed as he said, “Stop your complaining. This job is already easy for us. Would you rather stand under the hot sun at the airport to receive people? Or go to the provincial convention center to prepare the venue?”

“I’m a martial practitioner, not a laborer. Making us do these chores every day, fucking aggravating,” Scarface grumbled.

“It’s because the Hero Cup tournament is coming up. Bear with it a little longer. It’ll get easier after it ends,” Mustache said slowly.

“Do you think the higher-ups would blame us if we charged in right now and killed that guy?” Scarface cocked his brow and mused, “I think they wouldn’t. We’d be removing a hidden danger for the Old School Society. Not only would they not blame us, they might even commend us. Don’t you think?”

Mustache tilted his head and squinted at him. “Are you that confident we can handle that Xiao guy?”

“Didn’t they say he was heavily injured and now basically a cripple?” Scarface said dismissively.

Mustache looked worried and said leisurely, “That little girl inside is not easy to deal with. Let’s stay put and not cause trouble.”