The Crazy Son-In-Law

“How audacious, showing disrespect to the Master of the Altar!”

Miao Aman’s words, brazen and defiant, instantly enraged numerous members of the Old School Society, who all began to scold him vehemently.

Seeing this, Miao Aman sneered, “Heh, why should I respect a dead man? Moreover, he once tried to eliminate us; he deserved his death more than anyone!”

The crowd from the Old School Society, upon hearing this, became uncontrollably furious and started hurling insults.

“What do you Meadowfolks even amount to? If not for the Central Old School Society’s initial refusal to ally with us, your territories would have been crushed under our might, and you would have become our lackeys!”

“That’s right, a dog indeed remains a dog. Now following the New School Society, you dare to flaunt your borrowed power!”

“Miao Aman, don’t get cocky. If it weren’t for Master Nie’s and Xiao Shun’s great battle that day, you and Miao Wu, two nobodies, how could you possibly stand a chance against him!”

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“Damn it, if it weren’t for Mr. Qin’s orders today, I would send you all to your deaths!”

Miao Aman was not known for his patience. At being pointed at and cursed like this, he really felt his temper rising as he coldly glared at the fearless mob and began forming hand seals.

His fingers moved swiftly, and a chilling smile appeared on his lips: “Heh, although I can’t kill you, making you wish for death is certainly possible!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a massive cloud of poison emerged from his body, surging toward the Old School Society members nearby.

Miao Xiuyun did not intervene; after all, during the recent verbal assault, their group, Silvermeadows, had also been targeted. It only seemed fair to administer some punishment.

“Damn it, afraid of your bug tricks? I’ll risk everything today to see what you’re really made of!”

Someone shouted, charging forward with weapon in hand, straight into the thick, dark fog.

“Ah!”

A moment later, a piercing scream emanated from within the fog, and soon after, a figure stumbled out, his body emitting white smoke, his face blood-red as if scorched by something.

Seeing this, a look of terror began to spread across the faces of the Old School Society members.

Miao Aman thoroughly enjoyed the expression on their faces, feeling a vengeful satisfaction. He laughed, “Heh, truly overestimating yourselves, daring to enter my innate poison fog with just your postnatal peak cultivation!”

Since Nie Jiuchong’s death, the strongest practitioner in the southeastern Old School Society was only at the postnatal peak. Now faced with Miao Aman, a Gu Master capable of contending with Anterior Heaven warriors, they stood no chance.

Nevertheless, dozens of tough men banded together, attempting to use Arcane Vigor to counter the poison fog!

Yet, such actions were like trying to stop a car with bare hands.

Miao Aman’s poison fog enveloped as many as it reached, capturing all who resisted stubbornly.

Soon, the screams within the fog grew incessant.

Seeing the creeping poison fog, a man anxiously approached Elder Huang Shan, asking, “Elder Huang, what should we do now?”

Huang Shan had no answer to that question.

Over seventy people had ascended the mountain together, and in just a brief confrontation, nearly half were lost, all at the hands of one adversary.

Honestly, it was a battle they simply couldn’t continue.

After pondering for a moment, Huang Shan had no choice but to deploy their last resort.

“Though we are undoubtedly defeated today, we must not compromise. Let us form up, my fellow colleagues; united, we will fight to the death without retreat!”

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone’s heart skipped a beat.

Immediately after, the remaining thirty or so people crowded around Huang Shan, surrounding him in the center.

As they sat down according to their assigned seats, their expressions when looking at Huang Shan were filled with a hint of awe.

More than thirty advanced practitioners transferred their ordinary powers into Huang Shan’s body through a formation. Relying on Huang Shan’s cultivation, even if they were lucky enough to defeat Miao Aman, it would still be a dead end!

Clearly, Huang Shan was prepared to sacrifice himself for the greater good.

The “Qi Returning to Origin Formation” suddenly activated, and Huang Shan felt as if his body was about to burst from the endlessly transferred Arcane Vigor, yet he gritted his teeth and endured without even a groan!

This scene touched the others deeply, with some of Huang Shan’s closer friends even shedding tears.

Everyone knew that today’s extreme measures were unnecessary; the New School Society had not come with hostile intentions. By simply conceding the southeast region, peace would have been restored.

But Huang Shan did not choose to do so. Instead, he led a group of loyal followers of the Old School Society, resisting stubbornly from last night until today.

Was it for himself?

No!

Was it for fame?

No!

Then what was it for?

Simply put, Huang Shan was merely defending his beliefs.

From another perspective, his loyalty to the Old School Society was even deeper than that of the high chiefs.

“Enough, you will die if you continue like this!”

Just then, a voice suddenly drifted over from afar.

Huang Shan and the others were very familiar with this voice, having been colleagues who once cooperated closely; how could they not recognize it?

Enduring the pain in his body, Huang Shan looked in the direction of the voice and sneered disdainfully, “Humph, you traitor, why feign concern with me!”

Seeing the newcomer, Miao Xiuyun and Miao Aman did not dare to neglect him and greeted him promptly.

“Mr. Gao!”

Nodding his head, Gao Qiu sighed, “Brother Miao, retract your powers. Their defeat today is certain. Even if they do not wish to align with our alliance, it is of no significant consequence. There’s no need to add to the casualties!”

“Since Mr. Gao has spoken for them, let them go. But if you speak ill of my Meadowfolks in the future, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

Saying this, Miao Aman coldly glanced at the Old School Society members who were forming the array, then retracted the dispersing poison back into his body and walked over to Miao Xiuyun.

Seeing this, Gao Qiu thanked him, then walked towards his former colleagues with an expression neither sad nor joyful.

Huang Shan, furious, watched as Gao Qiu approached slowly, shouting loudly, “Did you come here specifically to mock us, to show off your wisdom?”

Gao Qiu shook his head, then swiftly shot a pebble, disrupting the unstable “Qi Returning to Origin Formation.”

Having once been a part of the Old School Society, Gao Qiu’s understanding of the formation was unparalleled, making him the prime candidate to disrupt its operation before it could fully stabilize.

Feeling the effects of the formation fading, Gao Qiu finally responded to Huang Shan’s earlier accusation, “Why would I mock you?”

Huang Shan, disregarding the now disrupted formation, harshly reproached Gao Qiu.

“You are a traitor, a traitor with no loyalty whatsoever. The Old School Society and Master Nie have reached this point largely because of you. If it weren’t for your scheming with Xiao Shun, how could they possibly rival the Old School Society!”