SSS rank Mother-In-Law to an Invincible Family

And while Xu Qianghua was busy dealing with the sudden Zerg situation, the meeting halls across the continents were anything but calm.

In the Northern Continent, inside the main chamber of the Frostwind Alliance, the top elders sat around a massive stone table.

No one spoke for a long time. Only the faint crackle of a cold spirit fire in the corner filled the silence.

Elder Mo, a thin man with sharp features and a voice that usually dominated every meeting, tapped the edge of the table lightly.

"The Western Continent has fallen," he said finally. His voice was soft, almost bitter.

"We all saw it," murmured Elder Shan from across the table. "Their pride. Their collapse."

Another elder, this one younger and more aggressive, leaned forward. "But they held longer than we thought. They didn't shatter immediately."

Elder Mo raised an eyebrow. "Because of the Unified Army."

Everyone knew it.

No one dared deny it.

And behind the Unified Army… everyone also knew the truth.

The Xu family.

Their methods.

Their strategies.

Their fingerprints.

All invisible—but unmistakable.

"We owe them more and more as the days pass," one of the sect heads muttered.

A few elders bristled at the idea.

But no one spoke up to reject it.

Not this time.

Because deep down, they all understood something painful:

If the Xu family hadn't trained and prepared in secret, if the Unified Army hadn't been built with their guidance…

The Western Continent would not have survived at all.

It would have been a graveyard.

And the beasts would be marching toward the North next.

"We have been too arrogant," Elder Shan admitted quietly. "We relied on old techniques. On titles and names. We thought history would save us."

He clenched his fists.

"But the world doesn't care about names, and it will never care about who has the most power, as these are things that we use to get out of problems, and if they themselves are weak, then we have nothing to say."

Elder Mo nodded grimly. "Yeah, which is why only results matter now."

In the Eastern Continent, deep inside the Cloudmist Pavilion's main headquarters, a very similar conversation was happening.

Matriarch Xue sat with her hands folded neatly in front of her, her eyes calm but sharp.

Across from her, her advisors and key disciples sat nervously, some shifting in their seats, others looking down at the table.

Finally, one of her senior advisors spoke.

"Matriarch… do we need to reach out?"

Matriarch Xue didn't answer right away.

Instead, she reached for a long scroll rolled up beside her.

With one hand, she unfurled it onto the table.

It was a casualty report.

Names.

Cities.

Clans.

Wiped out or heavily damaged.

And alongside it, a different scroll—one with notes written in a smooth, confident hand.

Suggestions for defenses.

Trap formations.

Deployment orders.

Resource flows.

All written months ago.

Sent by the Xu family.

Ignored by most in the Western Continent, and even in their own continent, but because of the Chen Family, they still followed most of what the scroll had, which is why they are not like the Western Continent.

Matriarch Xue tapped the suggestion scroll once, lightly.

"They warned us," she said softly. "They gave us everything we needed."

"And although we listened, it was not something we liked, so we half-assed it."

Her voice wasn't angry.

It was just tired.

Another advisor spoke up hesitantly. "But the beasts pulled back here. We didn't suffer the same level of losses."

Matriarch Xue gave him a look sharp enough to cut steel.

"And why do you think that is?"

The room froze.

She let the silence drag out.

Because they all knew the answer.

The Xu family's quiet, invisible support had fortified the critical chokepoints before the beasts could even arrive.

Trap networks had been deployed early.

Spirit communications had been upgraded with no fanfare.

Supply lines had been shielded.

All small things.

Not flashy.

But together, they made the difference between survival and slaughter.

Matriarch Xue leaned back in her chair.

"We owe them everything; without the Xu family, the losses would be much higher," she said simply.

No one argued.

They couldn't.

In the Southern Continent, inside the living halls of the Monster-Human Coalition, the mood was calm but serious.

There wasn't any panic here.

No shouting. No blame. No arguing.

Everyone in the room understood one simple thing—what happened across the continents was no surprise to them.

They had prepared for it.

They had seen it coming.

Commander Fen, a broad-shouldered tigerkin with old scars across his arms, sat back in his chair and let out a low breath. His tail flicked once behind him before settling down again.

Beside him, Yao Lin, his second-in-command from the Snake Clan, leaned forward over the table, her sharp eyes scanning the reports.

"Looks like it went about how we thought," she said. "The beasts got stuck before they even made it halfway across the outer jungles."

Commander Fen gave a small nod. "The traps held better than we hoped."

The others around the table—beastkin elders, human cultivator leaders, and clan heads from the south—nodded quietly.

This wasn't a victory built overnight.

The Xu family had worked with them long before the world started falling apart. Strengthening the jungle defenses, setting up formation nests, building safe routes, upgrading old sects' protection systems. It had taken years of slow, quiet effort.

Commander Fen reached over and grabbed a report scroll. His thick fingers unrolled it carefully.

"Spirit beast casualty numbers are high," he said. "Good."

Yao Lin smiled slightly. "It's the price they pay for underestimating us."

Across the table, one of the foxkin elders from the Cloud Paw Clan spoke up, voice calm but full of respect.

"The Xu family didn't have to help us back then. We weren't exactly powerful enough to offer much in return."

Commander Fen grunted. "Maybe not at the time. But they saw the bigger picture. We all did."

Yao Lin glanced over at him. "You think we should send them a formal message?"

Commander Fen scratched his chin for a moment, thinking.