The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Haitang, do you think we made a mistake back then? It seems like we knew too little about Xiao Shun,” Qiu Zhan said after a long silence.

Losing such talent made Qiu Zhan feel like his heart was bleeding.

In the entire Old School Society, there were no more than ten people who could fight Gu Baiyi. Even though Xiao Shun lost to Gu Baiyi last time, according to the news from the high-level members of Oars Old School Society who witnessed that battle, Xiao Shun’s strength was at least on par with Gu Baiyi. In the whole Old School Society, he was definitely among the top cultivators.

Yet today, Xiao Shun was able to make the proud Zhou Tianheng willingly admit defeat. This was truly inconceivable to Qiu Zhan.

Just how much more skill did this person have?

How many more surprises would he bring?

“Perhaps we did, but now it’s too late to change anything. He has to disappear,” Haitang said. She then reported to Qiu Zhan how Xiao Shun had openly challenged Gu Baiyi in public, deliberately provoking the Old School Society.

“Recklessness of youth,” Qiu Zhan sighed with obvious regret after hearing Haitang’s report. “If only he could work for my Middleland Old School Society…”

A preposterous thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and his eyebrows furrowed sharply.

“Haitang, do you think he could defeat Gu Baiyi?”

“Absolutely not. You should know Gu Baiyi’s strength. I’m ranked below him. There’s no chance,” Haitang said without any hesitation, extremely certain.

“What if? What if he beats Gu Baiyi on the stage?” Qiu Zhan said.

Haitang’s heart sank. She was silent for a while before speaking, “If that happens, it would be a heavy blow not just to our Middleland Old School Society, but the entire Old School Society.”

Whether it was Zhou Tianheng or Gu Baiyi, they were the most famous figures in the Old School Society.

Zhou Tianheng was the ace of Middleland Old School Society, representing their strength in pellets. Gu Baiyi was the ace of Southeast Old School Society, representing their strength in martial arts cultivation.

You could say these two were the “pillar talents” of their respective Old School Societies. The Old School Society was able to grow to its current size in part because of their formidable strength, and in part because they had almost monopolized the entire pellets market.

Zhou Tianheng and Gu Baiyi were the representatives of these two areas.

Xiao Shun had already crushed Zhou Tianheng in the field of pellets. If he defeated Gu Baiyi on the fighting stage as well, wouldn’t that demonstrate that the Old School Society’s two ace cards had both fallen to Xiao Shun?

This would be a disaster for the entire Old School Society.

“I think you’re overthinking it. I don’t believe someone’s martial strength can improve so dramatically in just a month. Plus, he was heavily injured last time. Recovering to his previous condition in less than a month is already a miracle. Defeating Gu Baiyi is absolutely impossible,” Haitang said.

Since Xiao Shun could fight Gu Baiyi, he was at least a Posterior Stage cultivator. The higher the cultivation level, the slower the progress. It was understandable she would think this way.

“Maybe I am overthinking. I’ll leave Oars to you, you have full authority to make decisions, no need to report everything to me,” Qiu Zhan said with a smile.

“Haitang understands,” she replied.

After hanging up, Qiu Zhan pinched the space between his brows and gazed out the window, his mind chaotic.

In Duan Jia’s black business car, Xiao Shun sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed to rest.

Song Linger thought they were too slow, so she had long ago sped off in her own car.

Duan Jia glanced at the rearview mirror. As a world-famous bodyguard king, surveillance and counter-surveillance were necessary skills for him. He was very sensitive to being tailed, and immediately noticed something off about the two black Toyota sedans behind them.

“We’re being followed.”

“I know. The moment we left the convention center, countless eyes were on us,” Xiao Shun said.

“For the pellets?” Duan Jia asked. He suddenly remembered how Xiao Shun had deliberately given him the pellets in the parking garage earlier, presumably to draw those people’s attention here rather than harassing Yao Cen.

Xiao Shun absentmindedly hmm’ed.

“Need me to shake them off?”

“No need.”

About half an hour later, the car slowly pulled into Riverland Bay Building 63.

Perhaps because she felt living in someone else’s home, Wen Yao wanted to do something for them. By the time the two men returned to Jing Si Garden, she had already prepared dinner.

Song Linger had changed into loose, comfortable clothes and was curled up on the sofa playing on her phone.

“Mr. Xiao, you’re back. Come eat dinner quickly,” Wen Yao said.

“You made this?” Xiao Shun looked at the dishes on the coffee table, a little surprised.

“Mmhmm, I’m not very good at cooking, don’t dislike it too much,” Wen Yao said with a laugh.

“It looks pretty good,” Xiao Shun smiled and sat down on the nearby sofa.

Wen Yao was actually a decent cook. Having nothing else to do cooped up at home for three years, plus her tendency to get hungry easily, this was how her cooking skills developed.

“Sis Wen Yao, don’t go to the trouble next time. We can just order takeout,” Song Linger mumbled through a mouthful of braised pork.

“Is my cooking not to your taste? I’ll try to improve it next time,” Wen Yao said sensitively.

“No no, cooking is too much trouble. Just stay here and don’t worry about doing anything,” Song Linger quickly said.

“It’s no trouble at all. I don’t have anything else to do here anyway, it kills time to cook,” Wen Yao said, relieved. She laughed and continued, “Do whatever you want, it’s up to you. Can you make me braised fish next time?”

“Of course I can,” Wen Yao happily replied.

“Linger, after you eat go find the security manager here. Tell him no matter what happens tonight, don’t let his people get involved,” Xiao Shun said at this time.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Why? What’s going to happen here tonight?” Song Linger blinked, confused.

“We’re having guests.” Xiao Shun looked at her meaningfully with a smile. “Remember I told you a few days ago I’d find you some people to practice on? They’ll be coming tonight.”

Don’t underestimate pellets’ attraction to cultivators.

Even when Zhou Tianheng and the others chartered a plane straight from the Middleland Old School Society headquarters to Harrow, Qiu Zhan was worried something might happen and specifically had Haitang accompany them, let alone this nobody Xiao Shun.

The pellets in his hands were worth over 20 billion. Who knew how many were currently eyeing them hungrily like wolves?

The logic of ‘an innocent man with jade will be found guilty’ was not lost on Xiao Shun.

When he planned to show off those pellets at the auction, he had already thought through the consequences.

“Got it, I’ll go right now,” Song Linger said, wiping her mouth and dashing out the door in a flash.

“Mr. Xiao, do you need my help with anything?” Wen Yao had picked up on the implication that something big would happen tonight, so she asked.

“No need, we can handle it,” Xiao Shun said.