Eternal Son-in-law

Simple and rough.    

That meant that everything within 1,000 feet would be destroyed!    

The old man had thought that with a swing of his sleeve, the tearing of the astral winds would dissipate.    

But he was wrong!    

The violent gale only stirred once, as if it was a provocation, and it instantly expanded. It turned into an air blade that was invisible to the naked eye and came slicing towards him.    

The white-haired old man turned pale with fright. In a moment of desperation, he didn't have any time to defend. He could only try his best to protect Xiao Zhantian.    

The Qi blade cut the white-haired old man's body, leaving only a faint trace of blood.    

Soon, although the old man wasn't in any danger, he was covered in wounds and was in unbearable pain.    

After a full six to seven breaths of time, the moment the astral wind weakened, the old man's body abruptly released a world-shaking aura, dispersing the astral wind with a loud bang.    

"You infuriate this old man!"    

For the half-step Nascent Soul stage old man who had been training for hundreds of years, Hsiao Hee's attack was a great humiliation!    

Hsiao Hee didn't stay any longer on the Immortal Pull Peak. He avoided all eyes and ears along the way and went down the forest.    

Very quickly, he entered his room from the rooftop.    

Although he successfully escaped from the two patriarchs of Hsiao family, Hsiao Hee definitely did not look happy.    

He knew too much tonight.    

Jiangbei's Hsiao family, was this terrifying!    

Just from Golden Core Stage alone, there were no less than ten people, but the previous Patriarch of the Hsiao family was actually an old monster who was half a step into the Nascent Soul Stage!    

Who would have thought that because he was once unable to gather up the four Golden Core Stage experts, he would end up in a stalemate with the unreleased seal.    

Currently, it was just a decoration that had yet to be unsealed?    

It could be said that if not for the Yin and Yang Polarity Eyes coincidentally appearing there.    

This world had changed a long time ago.    

Hsiao Hee finally understood why even Yaolyi had to admit that Hsiao family was not easy to deal with.    

If the Chinese government wants to confront these people, they will have to at least launch a strategic missile.    

Moreover, there was only the chance …    

This was the first time since Hsiao Hee was reborn that he felt that his ability might be a little lacking.    

Nascent Soul Stage ah …    

In this earth that had weak spiritual energy, even if he broke through to the Golden Core Stage, Hsiao Hee was lucky enough to swallow a Spirit Boosting Pill.    

To reach the Nascent Soul Stage? It was simply a fantasy story!    

At present, he could only increase the level of his Golden Core Stage up as much as possible.    

Hsiao Hee reckoned that if he wanted to face the white-haired old man head on, he would have to at least reach the Aurous Core stage.    

Every single small stage of the Golden Core Stage was thousands of kilometers apart, and the amount of spirit energy needed to cultivate from the early to the middle stages of the Golden Core Stage was comparable to the sum of spirit energy needed to cultivate dozens of Foundation Stage.    

At this moment, the only hope was to obtain a rank during the Nirvana Ceremony and mix in the Yin Yang bipolar eyes to see if he could find a breakthrough.    

Speaking of the Nirvanic Rebirth Ceremony, Hsiao Hee felt that it was best to hide his identity for the sake of safety.    

As he thought about this, he pushed open the door, wanting to consult with Hsiao Qianling.    

But who would have thought that when he saw it.    

Hsiao Qianling was kneeling in the courtyard without a word.    

It seemed that many hours had passed.    

Hsiao Hee didn't go through the main entrance just now, so he didn't know anything about the scene in front of him.    

"What's wrong?"    

Hsiao Hee's heart suddenly shook. He felt that something had happened and quickly went up and asked.    

"Dead, all dead!"    

Halfway through her sentence, Hsiao Qianling's tears had already started rolling down her face. She was sobbing uncontrollably, tears welling up in her eyes.    

Hearing that, Hsiao Hee realized there was a person quietly lying on the west side of the courtyard.    

As if forcefully dragged by someone, the corpse was wiped clean and finally fell into a pool of blood.    

Fu's head was cut off by a sharp weapon, and his four limbs were cut off at the same time as he was thrown disorderly to the side.    

Only his body was left there. The corpse's chest had been penetrated by a single sword strike, and after it was pierced through, it directly cut across the chest. Its methods were exceptionally cruel.    

"Who did it?"    

Hsiao Hee's heart wasn't as calm as he looked.    

If not for the fact that he had some understanding of this Jiangbei Hsiao family, he would have been able to leave immediately. He swore to avenge Fu.    

After all, Hsiao Hee had always liked this dutiful big guy.    

Fu thought about how he had to call his mother to report his safety before he left in the afternoon.    

Who would have thought that it was already night time, and people were already so dead that they couldn't be any more dead.    

Seeing that Hsiao Qianling still had no intention to reply, Hsiao Hee asked again with a dark expression.    

"Tell me who did it."    

Hsiao Qianling was slightly shocked when she heard Hsiao Hee's voice. She shook her head absent-mindedly and muttered to herself.    

"I don't know. Dead. They're all dead. Fu is dead. Grandpa is also dead. The Han Zhong is finished …"    

This girl's grandfather had died as well?    

Hsiao Hee Hu's body trembled and his face was filled with disbelief.    

Hsiao Qianling knelt in the snow for a long time. Her chest suddenly flushed red. "Wuwaa!" She spat out a mouthful of blood, her face turning as pale as a sheet of paper.    

"Are you all right? "Cheer up."    

Hsiao Hee walked to Hsiao Qianling's side with a frown and wanted to lend her a hand.    

Unexpectedly, the calm Hsiao Qianling suddenly went crazy and directly pounced on his arm.    

He went up and took a bite, not letting it go.    

The hatred in Hsiao Qianling's eyes was like she wanted to tear the flesh and blood off Hsiao Hee's arm.    

Hsiao Hee never expected this woman to be so crazy.    

Under the pain, he slapped Hsiao Qianling's face.    

"I say, are you crazy!"    

Hsiao Hee shook Hsiao Qianling off his arm. There was a row of red teeth marks bleeding, making him frown.    

After being slapped, Hsiao Qianling was clearly much more clear-headed. She scrambled and crawled into Hsiao Hee's arms.    

"Wu, wow —"    

Another large mouthful of heart blood spurted out, followed by a heart-wrenching scream.    

It was not an exaggeration to say that this was a scream.    

Because this wasn't even considered crying anymore.    

This time, Hsiao Hee did not push her away. Instead, he allowed Hsiao Qianling to cry as she pleased. After that, he blacked out and fainted.    

When Hsiao Qianling opened her eyes again, it was already dusk of the second day.    

Hsiao Hee stood guard at the door and took the chicken soup from the waiter.    

"Young Master, it's not that we're blind, it's just that we're powerless. That Hsiao Lyi is unruly and willful. She hasn't been unreasonable for more than a day or two. This little one also doesn't have enough strength!"    

The attendant's face was filled with apology.    

He was the Third Elder's man, but he had not been able to protect the distinguished guest the Third Elder brought him. He deserved to die a thousand deaths.    

"No one blames you." Hsiao Hee shook his head. He was quite sympathetic towards the attendant and waved his hand, "You can go back. I'll send you off."    

"Sigh, apologize to that lady for me, I'll take my leave."    

After saying that, the manservant cupped his hands together and left with a gloomy expression.    

It must be that someone had died in the shop, so no one felt that good about it.    

Hsiao Hee pushed open the door with chicken soup in his hands.    

On the bed, Hsiao Qianling had already opened her eyes and was staring at the ceiling in a daze.    

"You're awake?" Hsiao Hee put the chicken noodle soup on the table, "Since you're awake, come over and have a drink. Since you can't revive after death, you should restrain your grief."    

"How I wish this were just a nightmare that will vanish as soon as I open my eyes." Hsiao Qianling's voice was exceptionally hoarse, as if she had lost her soul.    

"Dreams will continue. Those who die will die eventually." Hsiao Hee helplessly shook his head and sighed.