Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family

After making basic arrangements, the caravan settled down to rest.

...

Meanwhile.

At Profound Martial Ridge, at the Sima Family.

”How could this be? Wasn’t the Third Elder accompanying the Patriarch? How did his Soul Plate shatter?!”

The Sima Family Head stared at the broken Soul Plate in the ancestral hall, his expression deeply grim.

Although the Sima Family had a strong foundation, losing five Foundation Establishment cultivators in one fell swoop was devastating.

More importantly, these five weren’t mere ordinary Foundation cultivators!

Sima Bo and the other three each possessed Foundation Establishment Late Stage combat strength.

Even a Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator wouldn’t stand a chance against all four simultaneously.

Third Elder Sima Tai, with his eighth-layer Foundation Building cultivation, was among the Sima Family’s top-tier forces.

And now, they were all dead!

For the Sima Family, this loss was unimaginably dire, leaving them severely damaged in vitality!

”Could it be that the Patriarch encountered some grave danger?”

The Sima Family Head eyed Patriarch Sima’s Soul Plate, his brows furrowing as his mind raced.

The Third Elder had accompanied the Patriarch.

If their enemies hadn’t been overwhelmingly strong, it would’ve been impossible for the Third Elder to die under the Patriarch’s nose.

”Investigate! Quickly send someone to check, contact the Patriarch, and find out what happened to the Third Elder!”

The Sima Family Head dared not contemplate further and immediately dispatched personnel to contact the Patriarch to uncover what had transpired.

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Half a day later.

At the Ninth Heavenly Gang Wind Layer.

A rugged, burly figure tore through the wind layer silently, descending into the Jiulian Mountain region.

”Hm?”

The figure was none other than Lu Changsheng, who had rushed over after receiving the news.

Seeing Ling Zixiao and the others unharmed, with numerous cultivators focused on this area, Lu Changsheng found a secluded spot, where his face and form blurred before returning to his true appearance—unrivaled in handsomeness, akin to a banished immortal.

Moments later, Lu Changsheng, clad in a green robe, slender and upright, with hands behind his back, stood atop a violet flying shuttle and approached the caravan’s encampment.