The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Young Master…”

A warrior from the Silvermeadows clan approached Miao Ruohu, hesitating to speak. Miao Ruohu looked deeply at Xiao Shun on the stage and then waved his hand.

“Take Miao Lijiang down for treatment first. Leave the rest to me.”

“Yes!”

The warrior obeyed, and with a few companions, carried the unconscious Miao Lijiang away.

Murong Jin sat beside Miao Ruohu, his face filled with anxiety as if disaster was imminent. Xiao Shun’s revelation of his identity had already shocked him greatly. Witnessing Xiao Shun’s skills now terrified him even more.

The Murong family had a large presence in Huadu, with countless bodyguards. Yet, even so, he dared not challenge someone capable of contending with the Old School Society. Honestly, even all his family’s bodyguards combined wouldn’t stand a chance.

Damn it, how did I provoke such a formidable person? Murong Jin regretted coming to Heaverpool, feeling utterly unlucky.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw it was Miao Ruohu calling him. He quickly put on a tearful expression.

“Young Master Ruohu…”

Miao Ruohu smiled slightly and reassured him, “Don’t worry, I won’t let him leave Heaverpool.”

Hearing this, Murong Jin felt somewhat relieved. The Silvermeadows clan was incredibly powerful in the world of Gu techniques, a leading figure in Wradeogon. Even the Old School Society didn’t dare provoke them lightly.

Since the young master of Silvermeadows had declared that Xiao Shun wouldn’t leave Heaverpool, there was no way he’d let Xiao Shun escape easily. With this thought, Murong Jin exhaled deeply.

He tentatively asked, “Is the young master planning to take action personally?”

Although many members of Silvermeadows had come for the Southern Wilderness Gathering, most were young. Miao Ruohu led the group, with Miao Lijiang as his deputy. Now that Miao Lijiang had been defeated by Xiao Shun, it was naturally up to Miao Ruohu to restore their honor.

Facing Murong Jin’s question, Miao Ruohu smiled faintly.

“Heh, I originally thought my only opponent in this Gu technique conference would be Xia Li from Southeast Asia. But unexpectedly, the leader of the New School Society emerged midway; it caught me off guard!”

He paused briefly and then spoke seriously.

“I’ve heard quite a bit about the New School Society and the Old School Society recently. For Xiao Shun to suppress the Old School Society in such a short time shows he has some skill. His visit to Emberpeak Mountains likely has ulterior motives.”

At first, Miao Ruohu thought Xiao Shun’s goal was to recruit Meadowfolk to join forces against the Old School Society. But after seeing him injure Miao Lijiang, it didn’t seem that way anymore. If cooperation were his goal, why would he act like this?

After analyzing it, Miao Ruohu concluded that Xiao Shun’s true aim might be to absorb Meadowfolk into his ranks. Thinking of this made him smirk disdainfully.

Absorb Meadowfolk? Such confidence! Even at its peak, the Old School Society didn’t dare set foot in Meadowfolk territory. Now that the New School Society is still growing its wings, they dare harbor such thoughts?

Despite their recent expansion efforts being evident to all, Emberpeak Mountains remained off-limits to outsiders. With a heavy snort, Miao Ruohu looked at Xiao Shun with intense killing intent.

On the stage, Xiao Shun was unaware of Miao Ruohu’s thoughts. After being declared the winner by the host, he focused on the Southeast Asian contestants’ waiting area, expecting an opponent to appear.

But after waiting for some time and seeing no one step up, he became puzzled. It shouldn’t be like this; the Xia family is a giant in Southeast Asian Gu techniques with formidable strength. Even if my earlier display was domineering, they wouldn’t back down without settling their defeat at Stillwater.

As he pondered this, Xiao Shun scanned each face in the Southeast Asian Gu practitioners’ area but found none willing to step up despite their angered expressions.

Similarly, Silvermeadows members remained overly quiet and refrained from challenging or provoking Xiao Shun. It seemed as if both sides had reached some agreement not to act rashly.

The atmosphere in the venue grew tense as spectators alternated their gazes between the Southeast Asian contestants and Silvermeadows clan members, hoping for someone to emerge from either side.

Then a burly man with a beard spoke excitedly, showing disdain for Gu practitioners and admiration for Xiao Shun.

“A true dragon crosses rivers! Mr. Xiao’s fight scared those ‘bug players’ into silence. They dream of competing with us martial artists? Go back and play with your snakes!”

Another person laughed in agreement: “Exactly! Silvermeadows oppressed us scattered cultivators in Heaverpool for too long. Today Mr. Xiao avenged us martial artists!”

No sooner had these words fallen than a sinister laugh came from nearby.

“Hah! You martial artists are weak and can’t find disciples to teach; you blame us Gu practitioners for suppressing you? Ridiculous!”

The man who praised Xiao Shun earlier jumped up angrily upon hearing this.

“Ling Jian! Don’t think having Meadowfolk backing you makes me afraid!”

Ling Jian sneered: “Oh? If you’re not convinced, come and fight! I’ll crush you with one hand!”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The man from Mo Bei retorted proudly: “Bring it on! I’ll let you use both hands!”

The martial artists in Heaverpool had been oppressed by Meadowfolk for too long and lived under their shadow daily. But now things were different.

With the leader of New School Society appearing in Heaverpool, it signaled hope for local martial artists oppressed by Meadowfolk-a sign of liberation from their plight.

While Xiao Shun waited for an opponent on stage, martial artists and Gu practitioners below began preparing for individual duels instead.

Seeing this tension rise among spectators made the host anxious; he quickly sent staff to mediate before things escalated into violence among ordinary attendees present as well.

Just then came soft footsteps echoing through an aisle-a sound clear enough amidst market-like noise-capturing everyone’s attention instantly.