Escape From in Law

"Misty Deadly Petals!" Su Shun brandished her sword at the incoming attack.

With the hurricane as her gown, she hovered menacingly. Trees fell, and many lavenders revolved around her. Inside the hurricane were countless sharp petals. As soon as she launched the attack, these petals flew relentlessly toward Tang Chen.

However, Tang Chen was unperturbed. His unstoppable momentum was more destructive as time went by, and his sword boiled up.

Boom!

As the swords collided, the hurricane exploded, followed by a strong wind blasting the area. It was like a tsunami crushing everything in its way.

Facing the attack, Su Shun's sleeves gradually ripped yet her expression was rather calm.

Tang Chen had some bloody scratches on his skin. He stopped in mid-air while slowly pushed back by Su Shun.

"Impudent!" Su Shun gave a sudden momentum, a strong wind. It caught Tang Chen off guard, slamming him toward the ground.

Tang Chen quickly got up. He tossed a bloodshot eye toward Su Shun.

"Is this how you treat your in-law?" Wiping the blood on his cheek, Tang Chen sneered.

"Did you see what he did to Luo Xiulan? Huh? Did you see?! I do! He's having a great time." Tang Chen would look at Luo Xiulan, shouting. "And you! I can't believe you show such an expression with him!"

As Tang Chen uttered the words, his thoughts churned lightly, and all he felt was an enormous amount of pain inside.

"Is it true?" With cold eyes, Su Shun spoke to Luo Xiulan.

"It's not that kind of thing, master." Luo Xiulan answered in a low tone.

"Then?" Su Shun furrowed her brows. "Tell him directly."

Looking at Tang Chen, Luo Xiulan hesitated for a moment. Then, she took a deep breath and said, "Young Master only asks me to tell a story. It's the payment for our mistakes."

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Mao Nianzu arrived in a large area. The roofs and buildings around mainly were painted black. The gate was tall, span several kilometers, covering the area.

As he landed, a group of people gathered in the middle of a circular stage. When they noticed him, they threw a look of confusion at Fu Zhelan.

"This is Young Master. Inform the elders," said Fu Zhelan.

The group gasped in shock. Immediate after, they cupped their fists and flew in different directions.

Not long after, several older adults launched into the sky, flying toward him.

Despite their aged appearance, they appeared to be full of vitality. In these old people, a new spirit and excitement couldn't hide from Mao Nianzu's eyes.

"Greets, Young Master!"

When these people shouted this, a flood of people broke out all over the corners. They peeked and gazed at the circular stage with curiosity.

"...they're too excited." Fu Zhelan smiled wryly.

The sudden crowd dumbfounded Mao Nianzu. He threw a glance, wiping the public out in a brief moment.

Then he pulled his stare, saying, "Are you in a rush to inform the thing?"

"Oh, yes. This way," Fu Zhelan led him to one nearby pavilion. It was still a grand and breathtaking building.

As they moved, people also followed him from a distance.

But even when the guards outside the building closed the door, people still waited. They even sat around the building.

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"Is that the young master? He looks not young anymore. Maybe around 23?" One girl whispered outside the building.

"He might already have a partner. What are we amount to anyway?" Her friend sighed.

"But.. isn't he look cool?" A flash of admiration passed through the girl's eyes.

"Yes! He doesn't appear arrogant. Hmm, he's like, kind..? but, uh, there's a barrier that separated our world?" Her friend contemplated.

"You know it." The girl nodded. "I wish I can take a look longer. We're lucky he comes to this place, aren't we?"

"Hush! If he comes to this place, doesn't it mean he leaves that sect? Why would he do that?" Her friend was frightened by her own thoughts.

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Inside the pavilion.

There were two men - four including Mao Nianzu and Fu Zhelan. They all sat on a four-legged chair, surrounding a rectangular table.

The interior building was packed and narrow like an office. There were many rooms with a hint scent of paper.

It seemed there were more than two floors. Otherwise, the outer look wouldn't be tall, but the inside was small.

"So Tian Shen assigns these two to assist my daily activity?" Mao Nianzu looked at the two men.

The men wore a tight black suit and a black mask covered their faces, leaving space for eyes. A small leather pocket hung on their waist while a ring neatly stayed on their index fingers.

"Yes. They'll be anywhere near you. Just call them, and they'll appear," Fu Zhelan nodded.

"Did something happen to him?"

"I don't know the detail. I heard your servant has a meeting with some sect representatives." Paused for a moment, Fu Zhelan seemed to organize his thought.

Fu Zhelan lowered his voice, saying, "This is something that can't talk publicly. I may sabotage your time for explaining the detail later."

"Hm.." Mao Nianzu tapped the chair. "What's this place called?"

"This is Wandering Fang. A sect specialized in stealth," Fu Zhelan proudly answered.

"Are you under this sect?"

"Hahaha!" Fu Zhelan abruptly laughed. "I am under Rocky Mountain, but Young Master can see it well."

"Beforehand, I was under this sect. They nurtured me well and groomed me until I can shoulder the responsibility under Rocky Mountain." With a nostalgic look, Fu Zhelan stared at the blank space.

'Whoa, that's a lot of information. Calm down, man.' Mao Nianzu felt the gravity suddenly heavier.

Seems like there was a lot more behind the story. And what's the difference between under the sect and under Rocky Mountain?

He never directed the question this way, though?

"Even after I become one of the guardians, I have a long way to go. The Dao is endless, and all I can do is thrive slowly," said Fu Zhelan.

"The guardians, huh?" Mao Nianzu muttered.

"Yes. But I'm a low-rank guardian. The guardians Young Master met at the summit are the ones I'm looking up to," Fu Zhelan smiled in reverence.

The statement triggered Mao Nianzu to recall the days at the summit. Which one did he mean by the guardians?

Mao Nianzu met a lot of people.

Was it those guards at a pile of rocks? Or the innocent kids who played with him? Or those inside the grey palace?

"The patriarch?" asked Mao Nianzu.

"Patriarch.. I can't bear the responsibility. I can only aim to be stronger than my past," Fu Zhelan sighed.

"Well said," Mao Nianzu nodded. He stared at the duo, "Now, what's their name?"

"You must be joking, young master," Fu Zhelan chuckled. "Oh, one more. Several days later, you will return to the summit. And this is artifacts at your disposal."

A masculine servant entered the room with a silver chest. Its weight was incredibly heavy and its size was as big as the table.

'I think I have an insanely high-profile status. The duo is disposable servants.' Mao Nianzu couldn't help pondering about it.

Having no name is a form of prevention so that the master and servant wouldn't grow a string of attachments. When the time came, they usually acted as a human shield. If the master had a string of attachments, it might affect the servant, such as they would hesitate to sacrifice their life.

As for returning to the summit, he had no idea. Just act accordingly.

When Fu Zhelan opened the chest, a blinding light shone and illuminated the room, followed by a fresh sensation that cleared up the surrounding air.

Inside the chest, there was a spatial dimension pouch, a thin white armor, and a bottle of medicine.

A hint of astonishment adorned Fu Zhelan's face. He quickly smiled, explaining, "They are priceless treasures! I don't know what's inside the ring, but seeing the high grade of Blood Recovery Pills tells a lot. Moreover, the White Feather Silk Armor is light but can withstand my attack. I've encountered the same armor, and it's very troublesome."

"Do you like it?" Mao Nianzu caught a smell of greed inside Fu Zhelan.

"Hehe, it's a good armor but my head will fly if I take it." Fu Zhelan scratched his head.

"You're straightforward. It's good to know that." Taking the ring, Mao Nianzu would offer. "Open this ring and take one stuff."

"W-what? I can't. Your servant has entrusted me to give it all." Fu Zhelan blinked a few times as he drooled with sparkling eyes locked on the ring.

"It's on me, so rest assured."

"Understood. Please drop your blood and bind the ring first. After that, hehe, I thank Young Master for his benevolence!"

Moments later.

Mao Nianzu and Fu Zhelan came out of the building. Naturally, the duo of servants had vanished, staying in an undetectable area.

Once Mao Nianzu stepped outside, he saw people sitting everywhere in a lotus position. Some held their beloved weapon while others positioned their hands on their belly or thighs.

Quiet. All of them closed their eyes.

At this moment, Mao Nianzu noticed the sun had disappeared from the horizon and night slowly crawled.

'What a long day.' He released a soft breath.

"Would you like to rest here?" Fu Zhelan smiled. He had a great harvest!

Mao Nianzu looked up, saying, "We will return."

"By your will."

Two flying swords appeared. They hopped onto it again.

"What... we're waiting here, and he doesn't stay?" One girl pouted.

"He's a busy man. Go back to cultivate!" One elder came afterward, dispersing the flood of people who surrounded the building.

***

The next day.

After the explanation, Su Shun believed her disciple and was enraged by Tang Chen's impulsive action. Her power increased significantly after she was truly enraged!

They had another battle. Turning the successor peak upside down.

The situation was not favorable on Tang Chen's side, so he wasted a trump card. And by this, he successfully escaped from the peak.

Knowing he had no place in the Misty Flowery Palace, he rented a standard street lodging for the time being.

Currently, he sat crossed-legged. He then took one pill and closed his eyes.

"This wound is not much. Ugh! instead, why would Sect Master Su suddenly take side with that young master whatever?"

A surge of energy full of vitality showered his internal body.

"I recall that the gathering will take place. I have to tell them about this mysterious man."

Tang Chen quickly examined his body after he felt the pill's effect diminishing.

"No more scars and blood leak." He nodded in satisfaction. "Come here."

As Tang Chen called out, three men suddenly appeared.

"Return to the empire. Don't let anyone know my absence," said Tang Chen.

"Understood," said the men.

Their bodies gradually melted as they lowered their head, transforming into a blurry, hazy shadow.

Tang Chen snatched a cloak and a mask. The golden mask had an exquisite vine carving and acted as something to cover the eyes.

Putting a pouch of money on a table, he walked out of the street lodging.