SSS rank Mother-In-Law to an Invincible Family

Back in the Xu family subspace.

Xu Qianghua stood near the far window of his study, the same one he always returned to when the wars slowed down.

The morning light filtered through the crystal panes, casting soft, clean lines across the polished floor.

A gentle breeze drifted in from the side, carrying the faint scent of incense and blooming tea flowers from the gardens below.

Behind him, a stack of new reports sat on his desk—silent but weighty.

He didn't look at them right away.

Instead, his eyes remained fixed on the large projection slowly rotating in the air before him.

A world map hovered, glowing faintly with spiritual energy. Its details shifted every few seconds, zooming in and out as updates arrived from couriers and shadow scouts posted across the continents.

Xu Qianghua's gaze was focused on the Western Continent.

Unlike the chaos he'd seen a few days ago, the colors had begun to change. The deep red of active battlefields had dulled to burnt orange.

The blinking alerts over collapsed cities had been replaced by stable markers. Even the skies above the region—once full of chaotic spiritual fluctuations—had quieted.

Rebuilding had begun.

Slow.

Rough.

But real.

A soft chime sounded.

He turned slightly as one of the jade message slips shimmered on his desk. It was marked with the silver crest of the Shadow Wing courier team.

He tapped it once.

A stream of text appeared in the air, hovering just above the surface of the table. It was a field report compiled, cross-checked, and signed off by multiple operatives.

There was no fluff.

No commentary.

Just numbers and facts.

"Dawn River City — irrigation channels restored (basic). Civilian-led farming efforts resumed. Defense wall at 42% integrity."

"Moonshade Town — medical operations stable. Casualty cleanup complete. Local guard recruitment has doubled."

"Sunreach Fort — leadership stabilized. Emergency supply network established by the Unified Army before retreat."

Xu Qianghua read every line.

He didn't skim.

He didn't rush.

He absorbed the data like someone reading a personal letter. Each entry told a story: not just what had broken, but what was now being built again.

Another message blinked in—this time a short one from a hidden outpost in the western plains.

"Local youth sects forming mixed patrol units. Spontaneous collaboration between former rival sects. Unified Army manuals are being copied by hand."

He paused.

That one, in particular, made him smile just a little.

Not because it was impressive, but because it was exactly what he'd hoped for.

Quiet change.

Real change.

No need for him or his family to shout orders from a high mountain. Let the people learn on their own. That was always the goal.

He turned away from the projection and walked slowly back to his desk. With a flick of his sleeve, he summoned a fresh teacup from the shelf. Steam curled into the air as the pot poured itself.

He took a long sip, eyes lowering to the report still hovering beside him.

The Western Continent had made it through.

Barely.

And now, they were trying to move forward without leaning too hard on anyone else.

Just as he'd hoped.

He didn't want to send support troops.

Not because he didn't care.

But because they had to feel the weight of rebuilding themselves, they had to learn how to stand without leaning on a crutch, even one as powerful as the Xu family.

Still, he wasn't heartless.

With another wave of his hand, he opened a second message channel. This one glowed faintly in blue and was marked "Internal Only."

A row of names appeared, all tagged with their roles—Shadow commanders, logistics heads, knowledge archivists.

He selected three.

"Begin quiet support routing to the Western supply lines. Avoid direct contact. Rotate in cultivation manuals, talisman packs, recovery medicine, and clean water stones.

Disguise it as a private donation supply from allied firms and make sure none of them have any symbols or signs that say they are from us."

He paused.

Then added one more note:

"No credit claimed. Do not use the Xu family name."

He hit send.

The message vanished.

That was enough.

Just a nudge. Quiet help.

Nothing that would make the West dependent on them again—but enough to keep things from slipping backward.

Behind him, the world map dimmed slightly as it shifted into standby mode.

He looked out the window again, this time toward the mountains in the far distance—the same mountain range that marked the edge of the Western region from the Central one.

He could almost feel the weight lifting off that part of the world.

Slowly.

But surely.

Xu Qianghua leaned back in his seat and finally let out a long breath.

There was still so much work to be done across the globe.

But right now?

This was enough.

A soft knock sounded at the door.

One of the internal aides stepped inside and bowed deeply.

"Patriarch," she said. "More updates are coming in from the Eastern defense lines. There's some concern about resource strain if the conflict continues another two weeks."

"Divert non-critical reserves from the northern backup storage," he said calmly. "And send a note to Lin Yue. She'll handle triage planning."

"Yes, sir."

She bowed again and left.

Xu Qianghua poured himself another cup of tea.

His mind was still thinking ahead, already considering how the next few months would unfold.

The Zerg in space.

The subtle instability rising again in the Central Continent's outer sectors.

The strange fluctuation near the Blacksea Mountains.

But none of that stopped him from allowing himself one moment of stillness now.

The world had bled.

But the bleeding had stopped.

The worst was over.

And the rebuilding had begun.

That was worth something.

Even in a world like this one.

He set the cup down and leaned back again, letting the soft sounds of training outside his window remind him of what they were fighting for.

Not just power.

Not just survival.

But for a world where people could protect themselves.

Where the Xu family didn't have to fight every battle alone.

And slowly—but surely—that world was starting to take shape.