Lu Fangzhi had been in the Shen family for three years, serving tea and water, kneeling in the ancestral hall, and sleeping in the utility room. The entire Qingshan District knew that the Shen family had a good-for-nothing uncle. That night, at the group dinner, business rival Zhao Demao humiliated him in public: "Is my son-in-law worthy of sitting at the main table?" A glass of red wine was poured on his face. With the whole audience roaring with laughter, Lu Fangzhi wiped off the wine stains and felt the spiritual energy in his body surge like a tide - he had broken through the golden elixir realm. He endured it. The next day, the Shen Group was surrounded and suppressed by forces colluding with government and businessmen, and the law enforcement team came to investigate. Mr. Shen, the chairman, was hospitalized in a hurry, and everyone was helpless. Lu Fangzhi walked into the office and smashed the three-meter-thick blast door with one punch. "Who said a son-in-law can't flip the table?" But bigger trouble came. The recovery of spiritual energy accelerated, hidden sects and resurrected ancient clans appeared one after another, and the seal in Lu Fangzhi's body began to loosen - he remembered that he was the last war god in the Age of Ending Law. The purpose of joining the Shen family was never to survive.
The late autumn morning fog had not yet cleared, and Lin Chen was already standing outside the Su family's gate.
He was wearing plain clothes that had been washed white, and the cuffs were frayed. It was the only piece of clothing he had that was not patched. There was a blue cloth package on his back, which contained only a few old books and a change of underwear. The two stone lions in front of the door stared with copper bell eyes, and the copper ring on the red lacquer door glowed coldly.
"Brother-in-law?" The concierge Zhao poked his head out of the ear room, looked him up and down, and sneered, "Wait."
The door didn't let him in.
Lin Chen stood at the foot of the steps, with withered grass growing in the gaps between the green bricks under his feet, and his cloth shoes were wet with morning dew. He raised his head and glanced at the lintel
