The Crazy Son-In-Law

Now, Harrow was extremely safe for Yao Cen. Even her private outings posed no security risks. The Tan family only dared to challenge her openly in business matters, not daring to engage in any underhanded tactics. They knew that Xiao Shun would never intervene in a direct confrontation, but any secret maneuvers would certainly lead them to their doom.

Because of this security, Zhuque and Louis could take up positions as military school instructors without needing to protect Yao Cen at all times.

After breakfast, the group headed to Apex Academy. Standing at the school gates, Xiao Shun could already feel the vibrant energy emanating from within. Little Hu, with her large, beautiful eyes, looked around curiously, overwhelmed by her new surroundings.

“Is this the school?” she asked in her babyish voice.

Xiao Shun patted Xia Xiaohu’s head and nodded with a smile, “Yes, you’ll spend a long time here.”

Hearing this, Xiaohu’s expression turned hesitant. “Does that mean I won’t see Grandma for a long time?”

The school had strict rules against leaving during the term, except during summer and winter breaks. Although harsh, these rules were crucial for fostering independence among the children. Despite his reluctance, Xiao Shun knew he had to be firm for Xiaohu’s growth.

“Yes, it will be a long time before you see Grandma again.”

Tears welled up in Xiaohu’s eyes, making her look pitifully sad. Yet, she quickly wiped her tears away, stood tall, and declared, “I promised Dad I’d take care of Grandma, and I will become strong!”

Xiao Shun felt a pang of sorrow when his daughter mentioned her father. He squatted down, gripped her shoulders firmly, and nodded heavily, “I believe in you.”

With that, he took her hand and they walked into the school. Zhuque and Louis had already returned to their positions, starting their day’s work.

Xiao Shun led Xiaohu to Qin Zhenhuan’s office to complete her enrollment. After the paperwork was done, a staff member took Xiaohu to settle her into her new routine.

“When did you get back?” Qin Zhenhuan asked with a smile, handing a cup of tea to Xiao Shun.

“I just returned yesterday,” Xiao Shun replied, taking the tea.

“And the situation in Eastbrook?” Qin Zhenhuan asked with interest.

With a light smile, Xiao Shun dropped a bombshell that left Qin Zhenhuan speechless, “All cultivators in Eastbrook have been taken under the wing of my New School Society!”

In less than ten days, Eastbrook had been fully annexed-a piece of news that was astonishing. But the real shock came when Xiao Shun continued, “Not just Eastbrook. In the battle at Cliffside, Nie Jiuchong was severely injured and fled, leaving his sword behind. Following this, seven senior members of the Old School Society defected under the leadership of the High Chief, forming the vanguard for the New School Society in Eastbrook.”

Nie Jiuchong seriously injured! High Chief defected! These revelations hit Qin Zhenhuan like a ton of bricks, and he stared at Xiao Shun in disbelief. He had always had high hopes for this young man, but the news he brought was staggering.

As Qin Zhenhuan’s face showed utter astonishment, Xiao Shun casually mentioned, “In the few days I was in Eastbrook, Mr. Gao and I discussed relocating the Dan Medicine Trade Conference there, which would greatly benefit our New School Society.”

“You’re eyeing the geographical advantages there, right?” Qin Zhenhuan guessed shrewdly.

Nodding, Xiao Shun confirmed, “Exactly. Harrow is under our control, but the surrounding cities are still under the Old School Society. A trade conference there would be less effective.”

Qin Zhenhuan was fully supportive. “The leader’s decision, we naturally have no objections!”

“Senior, from today, select a team of capable assistants to go to Eastbrook and help with the conference preparations!” Xiao Shun instructed.

Qin Zhenhuan laughed heartily, “Leave it to me. With so many cultivators joining our alliance daily, our school is almost overflowing. Sending some to Eastbrook will ease the congestion and accelerate Eastbrook’s development.”

After discussing the talent dispatch strategy, Xiao Shun reminded Qin Zhenhuan to keep Nie Jiuchong’s defeat under wraps.

Qin Zhenhuan nodded with a smile. After wrapping up their discussion, Xiao Shun headed straight to the Pellet Pavilion for a surprise inspection. Inside, Yang Tiancai leaned against a pill furnace, a blade of grass in his mouth, lamenting his fate.

“Ah, poor me! Mr. Ning and Brother Hu have gone back home, and Sister is obsessed with her cultivation. All the pill-making falls on me. My master has been away gallivanting, not caring about his disciple at all!”

As Xiao Shun arrived at the doorway, he overheard every word. Teasingly, he asked, “Oh, can’t your master have his fun?”

Hearing this, Yang Tiancai scoffed and joked back, “Brother Luo, stop playing tricks. My master is probably still out there having a blast. Drop the voice trick already.”

They had been joking around like this for days, with Luo Qian occasionally using Xiao Shun’s voice to scare him. Such crude tricks couldn’t fool the genius brother anymore.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

As Yang Tiancai grumbled, someone tapped his shoulder lightly. Annoyed, he snapped, “Stop it, I’m busy here!”

Xiao Shun couldn’t help but laugh, ready to knock some sense into his disrespectful disciple. “Ouch! Are you for real, genius brother?”

Furious at being pranked, Yang Tiancai tore off the grass from his mouth and turned around in anger, only to be shocked by the sight of his real master.

Then, with self-assured arrogance, he laughed, “Brother Luo, nice try with the disguise spell!”

Xiao Shun, holding back the urge to knock him again, played along, “Are you out of your mind? Have you produced the pills I taught you yet?”

Yang Tiancai raised an eyebrow, “Wow, that’s quite convincing.”

Unaware, he was treading dangerously close to the edge.