The City’s Strongest Son-in-law

Shen Mao plopped down on the seat, his chest heaving, completely ignoring Ren Xuetao’s furious agitation, and couldn’t help but bring up the past, saying, ”Back then...”

”Can you just shut up? All you ever talk about is the past, can’t you come up with something fresh? You’ve gotten tired of saying it, I’m tired of hearing it.” Ren Xuetao interrupted him irritably.

”What? Old man was only ever glorious once in this lifetime, can’t I reminisce it?” Shen Mao retorted angrily.

Ren Xuetao instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, remembering how years ago Shen Mao saved him at great cost, which left Shen Mao unable to train. Such a favor is impossible for Ren Xuetao to forget, no matter how many years pass.

”Alright, alright, say whatever you want. But shouldn’t we start with some wine first?” Ren Xuetao said.

Shen Mao glanced at the guards nearby, who promptly hurried to the wine cellar.

Finally, the atmosphere normalized, and Shen Mao started recalling the past again, while Ren Xuetao’s curses could be heard, though he refrained from interrupting Shen Mao anymore.

After taking a hearty drink and recounting the past sufficiently, Ren Xuetao couldn’t hold back from saying to Shen Mao, ”Alright, I’ve indulged you for half a day, isn’t it my turn now?”

”You better not. I know what you’re thinking, you think I don’t know?” Shen Mao remarked. Ren Xuetao came to Xinluo City this time clearly for the Fate Fruit—to reconnect on one hand and to understand the entity behind the Fate Fruit on the other. Shen Mao didn’t need Ren Xuetao to speak to know what he intended to say.

”Since you understand, tell me. Is there anything you can’t say to me?” Ren Xuetao said.

Shen Mao chuckled, then shook his head, saying, ”Even if you actually find out, what good will it do?”

Upon hearing this, Ren Xuetao’s expression turned serious, abandoning the wine, and asked, ”Could the entity behind the Fate Fruit be a Primordial Master?”

Ren Xuetao reckoned that the person behind the Fate Fruit must have come across it by accident, unaware of its preciousness, hence deciding to sell it—even a Primordial Master surely wouldn’t sell such a treasure.

If the person acquired it unintentionally, finding them might reveal the source of the Fate Fruit, undeniably an irresistible allure to them.

”Correct,” Shen Mao directly acknowledged.

”How could it be? You old fool, are you just joking with me?” Ren Xuetao stared at him with disbelief.

Not only him, but even the two young men accompanying him remained equally incredulous. Such a situation is truly hard to accept.

Though the strength of a Primordial Master is considerable, legends tell of the Holy Spirit Realm, where no Primordial Master would not aspire to become a Holy Spirit Warrior.

Therefore, the Fate Fruit undoubtedly presents their greatest potential for empowerment; why would anyone casually bring it to auction?

If it’s for money, that’s even less plausible; what status does a Primordial Master hold, devoid of any financial need?

”Though I don’t know all the reasons, the likelihood that the other party is a Primordial Master is high, so I don’t want you to risk seeking them out. I know your stubbornness; if you offend them by accident, my life after would be meaningless,” Shen Mao stated.

Shen Mao once proposed competing with Ren Xuetao over who would live longer; Ren Xuetao understood his intention—he was worried about offending that Primordial Master and inviting disaster.

Still, Ren Xuetao found it hard to believe that the person offering the Fate Fruit is a Primordial Master, especially since the situation seems inexplicable.

”Are you sure you’re not lying to me? If the person is a Primordial Master, why are they short on money?” Ren Xuetao asked oddly.

”I don’t know, but that person’s realm isn’t comparable to your Ren Family. I don’t know the reason, but his realm is definitely beyond the Ge Family as well.” After a pause, Shen Mao continued: ”You should know where the Fate Fruit comes from; do you really think it can be found elsewhere besides the Sourceless Forest?”

Ren Xuetao’s face was serious; for years, besides the Sourceless Forest, no other places were known to have the Fate Fruit. It’s rumored its growth environment requires extremely powerful Exotic Beast auras for nourishment, which is why the Fate Fruit enhances one’s strength.

”Alas.” Ren Xuetao sighed deeply, feeling disappointed in spite of his old friend’s words. Hoping to gain more leads through this friendship, it seems now to have been in vain. As expected, how could an ordinary person obtain the Fate Fruit?

”Don’t be discouraged; with your Ren Family’s financial strength, it’s still possible to get this Fate Fruit—can’t be overly greedy,” Shen Mao said.

”Getting it would be ideal, but things aren’t that simple; all major families within Xingluo Territory have sent their people here. I doubt the Ren Family stands much chance,” Ren Xuetao said, shaking his head helplessly.

Compared to ordinary families, the Ren Family indeed has confidence to obtain the Fate Fruit, but this commotion is too great, involving too many factions; some families will use any means necessary to acquire it, leaving the Ren Family with little recourse.

Shen Mao nodded; the Fate Fruit holds deadly attraction for many, and using some tricks to get it is inevitable.

Although the auction is still some time away, Shen Mao could easily imagine the competitive scene that would unfold.

”Perhaps the Ren Family lacks solutions, but what about me?” Shen Mao scoffed.

Ren Xuetao naturally understood his meaning. Shen Mao has been low-key in Xinluo City for so long, yet his businesses are numerous, making his financial resources substantial. With Shen Mao’s help, Ren Xuetao would have a better chance at the auction.

Yet, as long-time friends, Ren Xuetao didn’t want him to do it. If not for Shen Mao’s rescue, he wouldn’t be injured; this incident already weighed heavily on him. Now expecting Shen Mao’s financial help, Ren Xuetao couldn’t accept it.

Suddenly, a guard approached Shen Mao, saying, ”Master, there are more arrivals outside.”

”Who?” Shen Mao frowned and asked.

”Situ Family, Situ Yuan,” the guard replied.

Upon hearing Situ Yuan’s name, Shen Mao and Ren Xuetao’s faces changed.

”Situ Yuan actually came personally.” Ren Xuetao’s fist clenched abruptly.

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