SSS rank Mother-In-Law to an Invincible Family

Meanwhile, back in the unified army HQ, the war room was quiet.

Not silent—but quiet in that heavy, weighted way that meant everyone inside was thinking more than they were speaking.

Stacks of reports lay across the long table. Ink is still drying. Most of them had come in within the last hour, carried by long-range transmission talismans or physical scroll couriers.

Wei Shan sat at the head of the table, hands folded in front of her, eyes moving steadily across the open document in front of her.

The lights above the map table were dimmed, but a glowing projection of the Western Continent hovered in the center of the room, flickering faintly with updates.

Red zones.

Damage markers.

Relief camp pins.

None of it looked pretty.

Her adjutant, Ji Liren, stood quietly to the side. He didn't speak unless she asked him to. He'd learned quickly over the years that Wei Shan preferred silence when she read reports like these.

She didn't skim.

She never skimmed.

Her eyes caught each line—every casualty figure, every supply request, every reconstruction delay.

And the names.

There were so many names.

Squad leaders lost in skirmishes. Sect elders who tried to hold a gate that broke. Cultivators who volunteered to buy time for evacuations.

Their names were written cleanly, without emotion, but the weight of each one pressed a little deeper with every scroll.

After a while, she reached for her tea and took a slow sip.

Still hot.

Still bitter.

It fit the mood.

Ji Liren cleared his throat lightly. "General. The third wave of casualty numbers from the Starvale district just came in."

"Leave it," she said. "I'll get to it after this."

"Yes, ma'am."

She turned back to the scroll in her hand. It wasn't just a damage report. This one was different.

An internal assessment.

Compiled by her logistics officers and intelligence team.

It was titled simply: "Western Continent: Primary Factors of Collapse."

She read it word for word.

"1. Early overconfidence from the top sect alliances.

2. Failure to adopt the full defensive structure templates offered by the Xu family.

3. Delayed formation of the joint command.

4. Political disputes between local generals and sect leaders, leading to split priorities.

5. Assumption that the beast wave would mirror previous minor raids."

She sighed.

She already knew most of it.

But seeing it written down like this made it harder to ignore.

Wei Shan tapped her finger on the table slowly, thinking.

Then she looked up at Ji Liren. "What's the mood among the Western families now?"

He hesitated before answering. "Most are humbled. Some are angry, but not at us. At themselves."

Wei Shan gave a slight nod. "Good. That means they're learning."

Ji Liren stepped forward and unrolled another scroll. "Reconstruction aid requests. Roughly 30% of them are asking for a long-term Unified Army presence."

Wei Shan raised an eyebrow. "Thirty percent?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She leaned back slightly in her chair. "They're scared it'll happen again."

"Yes."

She closed her eyes for a moment.

Then opened them again and said, "Decline most of them. Tell them we'll leave behind training teams and construction guides—but we're not babysitting anyone."

"Yes, ma'am."

She reached for the assessment report again, flipping to the last page. It listed the key sects and clans believed to have stalled proper preparations before the invasion began.

She scanned through them.

Names she recognized.

Prideful elders from old families. Mid-tier sects that had inflated their own importance after a few good years.

Commanders who had been loud in planning meetings but quiet when real fighting started.

Some were dead now.

Some were still alive.

She didn't feel like punishing any of them.

They'd already paid.

Still, she wrote a small note next to the top three names.

"Blacklist for critical command appointments. Temporary suspension from Unified Coordination Council votes."

It wasn't personal.

It was just accountability.

She couldn't let them hold power in future decisions without proving they'd learned something.

Wei Shan placed the reports aside and stood up.

Her joints ached a little. She hadn't slept properly in two days. But she didn't show it.

She never did.

She walked slowly to the side of the room, where a secondary panel displayed live feed crystals—slow spiritual recordings from high-altitude scouting devices, panning across several Western cities.

One image showed Dawn River City.

Farmers in torn robes tilling blackened soil.

Another showed Moonshade's temporary medical camp.

A healer carrying a child into a tent.

Another showed Starvale's broken market square.

Merchants are setting up crates on top of rubble.

It was all so…normal.

Not polished.

Not efficient.

But real.

People were getting back up.

Wei Shan stared at the screen for a while.

Then she said quietly, "They'll be fine."

Ji Liren looked over. "Ma'am?"

"The Western Continent," she said. "They'll recover."

He nodded. "They're slower than the others, but they're moving."

She folded her arms behind her back. "That's all that matters."

After a few seconds, she added, "And we're done here."

Ji Liren blinked. "Ma'am?"

"The Unified Army has done its job," she said. "We pulled them back from collapse. We gave them tools. We held the line."

She looked back toward the glowing screen.

"We're not their protectors. We're their backup. That's the whole point of unity."

Ji Liren looked thoughtful. Then he asked, "Will there be any pushback from the top sects?"

"Maybe," she said. "But not from the smart ones. They know the only reason they're still here is because the world changed before they did."

He nodded.

Wei Shan walked back to her chair and sat down slowly.

There were still things to plan—redeployment routes, resource management, troop evaluations—but for now, she let herself sit in silence for a moment longer.

"Mark today's report as complete," she said finally.

"Yes, ma'am."

"And send a small thank-you message to the Xu family. Quietly. No seal."

"Yes, ma'am."

He turned to go, but paused. "Should I include the casualty summaries?"

Wei Shan thought about that.

Then shook her head.

"They already know."

She didn't explain.

She didn't need to.

The Xu family always knew.

Wei Shan reached for her tea again and took a slow sip.

But this time it had gone cold.

She didn't mind.

The work was still warm.