The Crazy Son-In-Law

The remaining six or seven disciples of Little Knives were instantly blinded by hatred, becoming exceptionally vicious. One by one, they pounced towards Song Linger like fearless warriors marching to their deaths.

The Cao brothers exchanged a glance, implicitly understanding each other. With a twist of their bodies, they lightly stamped their feet and leaped towards the small bamboo grove next to the pavilion.

“Want to escape?”

Xiao Shun smiled slightly and tapped the chessboard lightly. Four glass beads bounced into the air.

He reached out and grabbed the glass beads in his hand, casually flicking his wrist.

Two of the glass beads shot out like bullets, tearing through the air with a shrill cry, speeding towards the Cao brothers.

“I said that since you’ve come, I won’t let you leave intact.”

Puff! Puff!

The four glass beads pierced through the legs of the Cao brothers. Fresh blood sprayed out as their bodies, just lifted off the ground, fell down with pained groans.

Meanwhile, Song Linger had already dealt with most of the six or seven disciples of Little Knives, leaving them moaning on the ground. Some had even passed out.

Only the bald man and the young woman could barely stand, having lost all fighting spirit. They stood motionless, drenched in sweat as if just fished out of water, staring blankly at Song Linger.

Amidst the sporadic moans and chirping insects, an eerie silence descended on the scene.

The Cao brothers knew they were done for today. Even if their opponent killed them, it would be justified after their attempted robbery.

Half kneeling and slumped on the ground, one of them said hoarsely, “Master Xiao, it was my brother who offended you. We were blind to Mount Tai, and should not have been tempted by greed. Please be magnanimous and spare us this once. From now on, my brother and I are willing to serve under you loyally!”

When the enemy is too strong, join them! The Cao brothers have grasped the essence!

Xiao Shun slowly stood up and walked to the pavilion edge, looking at Little Knives’ two remaining people, “What about you two?”

The bald man and young woman seemed to have just regained their senses. With a thud, they knelt down together.

The former said tremblingly, “As long as Sir spares us, I, Little Knives, am willing to serve you like a dog or horse.”

“And you two?”

Xiao Shun looked around and shouted in a raised voice.

Rustle…

From across the pond, in the little bamboo grove, there was rustling from the lush old cinnamon tree.

Shadows emerged one after another, fluttering under the night sky as they fled into the distance.

After all, Xiao Shun was not a bloodthirsty person. The deterrent effect had already been achieved.

With the Cao brothers crippled, Granny Kong dead, and Sun Chun maimed, only two of Little Knives’ disciples could barely stand. They had learned their lesson.

“I won’t kill you today, but if there is a next time, I’ll show no mercy.”

“Never again, absolutely never again. Thank you for your mercy, Sir,” the bald man swallowed and said repeatedly.

“We dare not, we dare not,” echoed the Cao brothers.

“Duan, open the gate and let them leave,” said Xiao Shun.

“Also inform the people outside they can withdraw.”

In their current state, lightness skill was clearly out of the question. He couldn’t make them stay overnight either, as Xiao Shun wasn’t merciful enough to treat their wounds.

“Got it,” Duan Ji got up and headed for the gate.

The Cao brothers painfully got to their feet. The bald man went over to Granny Kong’s corpse and carried it on his back. The young woman helped up several barely mobile disciples, and they stumbled after Duan Ji in a miserable state.

“How was it? Feel better?”

After everyone left, Xiao Shun smiled and asked Song Linger.

Song Linger was drenched in fragrant sweat by now, her small face flushed red, with damp locks stuck to her forehead. But her breathing was exceptionally steady, a change brought about by her improved cultivation level.

“I’m parched, let me drink some water first.”

She briskly walked under the pavilion and grabbed the water pitcher on the stone table, gulping down several mouthfuls of tea. During the fight she didn’t feel it, but now she suddenly felt a dry mouth and throat.

After drinking, she wiped the water from the corners of her mouth and pondered, “Master, did I overdo it? That old lady seemed to be beaten to death by me…”

“Let’s sit down to talk,” said Xiao Shun, nodding towards the stone bench.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Song Linger nodded back and sat down. Xiao Shun settled across from her and silently organized his words.

“That’s how the cultivation world is – the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest. Think the other way around – what would have happened if you and I were powerless, or if we had lost? Just like my duel with Gu Baiyi last time, if your father didn’t arrive in time, we probably wouldn’t even have our lives.”

Xiao Shun spoke gravely.

“Often it’s kill or be killed. If you don’t kill them, you’ll be the one dead. You must have seen just now how many eyes were watching us. If we don’t beat them down decisively this time, those people will keep coming back to harass us. So this was necessary.”

“As for Granny Kong, she was swinging a knife at your eyes. If you hadn’t dodged it, you would have been blinded. So her death was deserved.”

Song Linger pondered briefly before nodding resolutely.

But after her first kill, she inevitably felt a little uneasy.

As a first-time master, Xiao Shun also didn’t know how to comfort her. He could only repeat reassuring words, which probably helped somewhat, but she still needed to work through it herself.

“You’ll get used to killing after doing it more,” said Xiao Shun heavily, patting her shoulder.

Song Linger: “…”

Outside the villa.

Lu Jianzhang and Gong Hongliang watched shadows appear and vanish, going in and out of the villa. Their hearts were in their throats.

To go in or not? It tortured the two men.

Beep!

The indicator light on the villa gate suddenly blinked. The two immediately sat up straight and looked towards the entrance.

The sturdy steel gate slowly opened.

A group of people, moaning and limping, supported each other as they stumbled out.

The two men looked at each other, puzzled.

Just then, a tall, sturdy middle-aged man walked over and knocked on their car window.

Gong Hongliang opened the window warily and looked at him.

“You can withdraw. It’s over,” said Duan Jia.

“Oh,” Gong Hongliang reflexively responded.

Xiao Shun had known early on that Song Qingzhou arranged backup here. Having Song Linger inform them wasn’t because he couldn’t handle it, just preparing for the worst.

He didn’t know how many would come to rob the pellets. If there were too many casualties, people were needed to clean up. Lu Jianzhang and the others were the best choice.

He certainly couldn’t dump all the bodies into the pond to feed the fish. That would be too much trouble.