Chapter 57

As soon as the little old man left, Mo Hongxian and her group rushed into the room through the open door. Seeing that Jiang Xingchen was fine, everyone heaved a sigh of relief, their hearts finally settling down.

The little girl cried and threw herself into his arms. She had been terrified by her brother's scream earlier, even more so than when he had fallen into a coma due to a fake drug. She was still shaken and hadn't recovered.

Mo Hongxian and Zhao Danqing immediately asked what had happened. Jiang Xingchen, of course, lied, saying that a thief had come to steal food. When the little old man mentioned Tang Chuxue, he already knew what was going on.

However, Mo Hongxian and Zhao Danqing didn't let it go. The thief's movements were too fast; they ran over as soon as they heard the noise but didn't even catch a glimpse of him. Clearly, the thief was an expert! Not to mention, they were all aware that with the Seventh Legion's great victory, Jiang Xingchen would eventually attract the attention of the Xuan Yuan Heavenly Sect.

Therefore, no one dared to be careless. Jiang Xingchen was now the core of their group, and nothing could happen to him. Zhao Danqing said, "I'll go get my mom," and ran out.

Jiang Xingchen wanted to tell him that there was no need to trouble his mother, but he couldn't say that now, or the lie would be exposed.

Within half a month, nearly a hundred security officers surrounded Jiang Xingchen's residence, and the surrounding residents also came out. Jiang Xingchen's shout had been so loud that many people had heard it clearly!

When he saw Zhao Danqing's mother, Jiang Xingchen felt a bit nervous. She was 1.8 meters tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with arms as thick as his thighs. Her eyebrows were as dark as ink, her eyes sparkled with sharpness, and her cheeks had a bit of extra flesh, making her look like a typical tigress. Compared to her, Mo Hongxian was just a kitten. At this moment, he finally understood who Zhao Danqing had inherited her genes from.

"Auntie! Hello!" Jiang Xingchen greeted her, his voice much softer than usual, almost timid.

"Kid! You're pretty good. If there are any problems in Hongyuan City in the future, just come to me! Whoever dares to mess with you, I'll take care of them!" Zhao Danqing's mother looked at Jiang Xingchen for a moment, then patted his shoulder with her large hand, which was as big as a fan.

The tone, the pitch, the words... Zhao Danqing's mouth twitched, and a hint of discomfort flashed across his face.

"Ouch!" Jiang Xingchen winced, thinking to himself, "Do all tough women like to pat people? Mo Hongxian does, and so does Zhao Danqing's mom."

Then, a ridiculous thought popped into his head: "How can Uncle Xiang stand it, their nightly activities..."

He quickly shook his head to get rid of the unhealthy thought and bowed, saying, "I'm troubling you, Auntie, today!"

"Okay! Let me take a look first!" Zhao Danqing's mother entered the kitchen, where several torches lit it up like daylight.

Soon, she noticed something unusual in the corner of the wall. She walked over and observed for a moment, her expression gradually becoming serious.

"This person's cultivation is indeed very high, probably not less than mine, at least at the Qi Condensation stage!"

Zhao Danqing's mouth dropped open in surprise, "No way, this person is that strong?"

"Look, the wall, it was scratched off by someone! And his fingers were inserted into the blue bricks, tearing off a large piece and grinding it into powder... It's just a bit strange, why would someone scratch the wall and grab the bricks for no reason?"

Jiang Xingchen couldn't help but twitch his mouth, thinking to himself, "He was burned, and with such a shock, it's no wonder he scratched the wall..."

However, he was also amazed. In the past month, he had only seen Zhao Zixiang and his second brother display their skills! Zhao Zixiang, whose arm wound had not fully healed in less than a month, could easily crush a teacup, even though it was made of pottery and quite hard.

His second brother's head was always hit by Mo Hongxian, but his head remained unharmed even as wine glasses shattered around him.

The current situation was even more outrageous, with someone using their fingers to pierce blue bricks. Moreover, in his perception, the little old man seemed even stronger than what Zhao Danqing's mother described.

After the inspection, Zhao Danqing's mother concluded that the person had no ill intentions and was probably just there for the food. Otherwise, with his strength, he wouldn't have needed to run away; everyone in the yard wouldn't have been enough to stop him with just one hand.

Although she believed there was no danger, the Marquis valued Jiang Xingchen highly, and the Zhao family's pharmaceutical company was his partner. Therefore, Zhao Danqing's mother left over thirty officers to guard the outside, causing the neighbors to speculate.

"Who is this new resident? He's so impressive, just because of a thief, the security team is guarding his house at night!"

"We should build a good relationship with his family in the future..."

As the night deepened, everyone said their goodbyes and left. Jiang Xingchen turned off the lights and lay down on the bed. The little girl, still worried, curled up in his arms, even in her sleep!

Gently patting Meier's back, Jiang Xingchen thought about the content of Tang Chuxue's letter and couldn't help but chuckle, "Guard, super expert... He seems to really like eating, and he's very proud, so his status must be high, at least a Marquis... How can I get him to stay by my side... He's so proud, hehe..."

At the same time, inside the Seventh Legion's branch, the little old man was also pondering, "How can I make this kid submit and willingly cook for me in the future..."

"Force... No, Chuxue said this kid is very proud! If he decides to resist to the death, it'll be over!"

"Use status to pressure him... Forget it, even when he was just a low-level noble, he dared to negotiate with Chuxue!"

"Entice him... No, this kid is a genius, making several major contributions in just over twenty days, and the Seventh Legion's great victory was because of him! And the empire's laws can't be abolished, so I can't help him too much!"

"Damn, there's no way to control this kid, and he even has leverage over me... Ah, I feel like I'm drooling!"

The little old man quickly wiped his mouth but found nothing, making him even more frustrated, "This bastard, why did he use so much Sichuan pepper oil... And that thing that makes you cry..."

At this moment, a young officer came to his side and said softly, "Old man, the young miss sent a level-four demonic beast, a venomous marten, as a reward for Jiang Xingchen. She asked you to deliver it..."

After a moment of thought, the young officer added, "The young miss also said whether you can get some demonic beast meat to eat is up to you!"

"Ah! This kid can even handle a demonic beast... Damn, I'm even more at his mercy now..." The little old man shouted in frustration, and the young officer quickly moved far away, looking scared!

The next morning, snowflakes began to fall again. The little old man, carrying a cloth bag, walked out of the Seventh Legion's branch with a dejected look. He had spent the whole night thinking but couldn't come up with any way to gain the upper hand over Jiang Xingchen. Although he didn't want to see that hateful kid again, thinking about the situation if the theft was discovered and the kid's superb cooking skills, he finally went to Jiang Xingchen's house with a conflicted heart.

When he arrived at Jiang Xingchen's door, he knocked twice, and Jiang Xingchen, with a smile, came out to greet him.

For some reason, although Jiang Xingchen's smile was sincere, the little old man felt it was somewhat sinister and wanted to kick him hard.

Similarly, when he saw the little old man again, Jiang Xingchen was also taken aback. The old man had been so badly burned last night that his lips looked like sausages, but now he seemed completely fine.

"Indeed, he is a super expert, with such incredible recovery!" Jiang Xingchen sighed and immediately put on a smile, "May I ask your name, sir?"

"Hmph!" The little old man puffed out his chest, a mountain-like aura surging out. He raised his chin and said coolly, "You don't need to ask my name. Just call me Great Ancestor from now on!"

While saying this, the little old man thought, "First, I'll overwhelm you with my aura, at least making you think it's impolite to be rude to a high-level expert!"

"Great Ancestor! What a unique name... Okay, Great Ancestor, please come in!" Jiang Xingchen bowed slightly and turned to walk into the house.

"Hehe! It's working! As a super expert at the sixth level of the Essence Qi stage, the aura I release is not something a young punk like you can resist..." The little old man's mood improved, his mouth curling up as he started to think about how to make this kid cook the demonic beast for him.

"Creak!" The bedroom door opened, and as soon as the little old man followed Jiang Xingchen into the room, he saw a little girl sitting at the table, flipping through some white silk and asking excitedly, "Brother! What happened after the thief entered the kitchen and was choked by the mustard?"

"Ah!" The little old man's body trembled, and his proud chest immediately caved in, "This kid is indeed using this to threaten me..."

However, the little old man's troubles were not over. As his aura dissipated, Meier continued, "Brother! If we tell this story at the restaurant, will it really attract customers... This portrait is so lewd, will customers really be interested?"

"Tell it at the restaurant... Oh no! This kid is too damn devious... What, a portrait!" The little old man darted to Meier's side and immediately saw his own image on the white silk.

"Ah!" Meier was startled by the little old man but burst into laughter when she saw him, "Isn't this the thief brother drew!"

"This is why I didn't finish the story!" Jiang Xingchen ignored the little old man, walked to Meier's side, and said softly, "If the story is told all at once, it won't attract many customers! But if it's told in parts, customers will be curious about what happens next, and more people will come to the restaurant, making the story spread even wider..."

"Hehe, this is a city of gourmet food, and there are many people from all over. It won't take long for this story to spread to the capital..."

The little old man's facial muscles twitched, and he silently wailed, "I talked too much, just for some food... What kind of demon did Chuxue ask me to protect? He's too vicious, thinking of such despicable and evil ideas..."

At this moment, Jiang Xingchen smiled again and asked, "May I ask your name, sir? Is it really Great Ancestor?"

The little old man, on the verge of tears, his voice choked with emotion, said, "Tang Tian!"