Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

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People often say that eyes are the windows to the soul.

And to discern whether someone truly wishes you well, it can often be seen in their gaze—at least that's what Ye Feng believed. This enigmatic old man who had suddenly appeared truly cared about him, for his first look lingered on Ye Feng, filled with unmistakable concern.

The arrival was none other than Second Sect Leader Shi Yehong of the Utility Pavilion, who had hurriedly come here. He observed Ye Feng for quite some time, his tense face slowly giving way to a smile before he finally asked,

"Are you injured?"

Ye Feng merely nodded his head.

He was surprised, wondering what identity this elder held. Honestly, in the entire Imperial Capital, the number of people Ye Feng truly knew and interacted with did not exceed ten.

"I know you have many questions, we'll talk slowly later."

"Thank you, miss!"

The Second Sect Leader thanked Feng Yuan, naturally aware of the recent events but unable to arrive in time.

"Sausage Sister, is he one of them?"

Long Nannan seemed to have run over at some point, her large eyes fixed on the Second Sect Leader as she contemplated something.

"No."

Feng Yuan paid no heed to the Second Sect Leader; her intervention was not for the sake of helping Ye Feng.

Looking down the road, a certain burly figure was still sprawled on the ground chuckling. The punch had been heavy, but his heart felt warm.

"Old man, you're really pathetic. And I thought I could rely on a strong supporter."

The voice of Long Nannan grew softer as she spoke, her baby-face displaying a look full of disdain.

Ye Feng: "…"

The Little Monster was definitely doing it on purpose!

But this comment gave Ye Feng a measure to consider—Feng Yuan was strong, stronger than the elder before him, but he wondered to which realm of the Divine Path she had reached?

"Little friend, what did you just say?"

The gaze of the Second Sect Leader was entirely on Ye Feng, clearly asking the question again.

Your daughter?

Ye Feng met eyes, sending the thought:

"My junior martial niece."

Junior martial niece?

The relationships here seemed a bit chaotic, causing the Second Sect Leader a headache. He temporarily set aside these doubts and strode, furious, to Zhang Zhen.

"Zhang Zhen, what did Great General Duantian send you here for?"
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A Black Gold Staff appeared in the hands of the Second Sect Leader. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that the staff was missing its most important part.

Holding half a Divine Path Object in hand, what was he up to?

Zhang Zhen intuitively felt that something was amiss, speaking weakly:

"To rescue people."

Yes, to rescue people, under the order of Nation Guard Great General Duantian, specifically to save the Northern Border King Ye Feng and others.

"To rescue people?"

"If I haven't misperceived just now, you were actually trying to kill someone."

And that someone was one of Ye Feng's people!

The staff in the Second Sect Leader's hand suddenly swung down sharply. Apart from the brainy Great General of Nation Guard, were all those other National Guardian Generals so rusty from their prolonged stay in the Imperial Capital?

You were sent to save people, yet here you are trying to kill them.

Poor Zhang Zhen, having just endured a beating from Feng Yuan, was now subjected to being thrashed by the Second Sect Leader with the staff, looking utterly flustered.

Where had he gone wrong?

Crack!

The Second Sect Leader was evidently harsher than Feng Yuan—in the presence of everyone, they could distinctly hear the sound of Zhang Zhen's bones being broken.

"Hehe, serves him right!"

Sima Zhantian walked over with a smirk. Clearly, she cared about Ye Feng, and all the beatings she had endured before were worth it.

Not a loss!

Only once Zhang Zhen could no longer move did the Second Sect Leader slowly retract his staff, speaking sternly,

"Reflect carefully on where you went wrong, or else you won't be allowed a step further into the Tianyong Pavilion ever again."

Not allowed into the Tianyong Pavilion?

This was obviously a much graver issue, and upon hearing it, Zhang Zhen's vision was enveloped in darkness.

"These National Guardian Generals and the Imperial Guards have been spoiled for too many years in the Imperial Capital. If they are not taught a lesson, they'll think too highly of themselves—nearly up there with Heaven."

Clearly, although the Second Sect Leader was addressing everyone, his true intention was for the individual at the General's Mansion to hear.

Inside the General's Mansion, Duantian touched his nose and inwardly sighed,

"Second Sect Leader, you're a person of status and position. Can't you be a little less biased?"

Logically, if it weren't for the efforts of his National Guardian Generals and the Imperial Guards, how could the Imperial Capital be so peaceful and trouble-free?

Headache!

Duantian immediately dispatched a few more individuals to treat Zhang Zhen's injuries. Two powerhouses had spared this wretch's life, but if left unattended, the Heaven itself would claim it.

The delayed carriage was finally able to continue on its way.

However, there was now an extra person in Ye Feng's carriage—naturally, it was Second Sect Leader Shi Yehong, who swiftly clarified his identity.

Second Sect Leader of the Tianyong Pavilion, and similarly the Second Sect Leader of the Imperial Capital Guard Pavilion?

To Ye Feng, this status was not particularly surprising, but when he continued to reveal that he was Ning Wuya's master, Ye Feng was shocked.

Who was Ning Wuya?

The person Ye Feng respected the most in his life, without peer—the Old Northern King himself.

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If Fu Zuoming's kindness towards Ye Feng could be considered that of nurturing, then the Old Northern King's benevolence to him was undoubtedly one of recognition and opportunity.

However, the matter of the Old Northern King having a master, why had Ye Feng never heard even a hint of it mentioned before? Moreover, the Old Northern King's cultivation level didn't seem very high to Ye Feng; otherwise, he wouldn't have passed away so early.

"You don't believe it?"

Seeing Ye Feng's silence, the Second Sect Leader inquired.

"Of course not, it's just that this matter is a bit sudden, and there are too many unanswered questions,"

Ye Feng replied.

"I can understand. Judging by your expression, it's likely that Ning Wuya never mentioned my name to you. It's no wonder, given that he chose to leave the sect on his own,"

The Second Sect Leader sighed deeply, his expression tinged with sorrow.

The ten Heavenly Stems consisted of ten Guardian Sect Leaders, plus those two founders who were like Supreme Elders, forming the so-called "Twelve Heavenly Stems" corresponding to the twelve earthly branches. Any one of them would take only one disciple in their lifetime and often acted in secrecy.

Shi Yehong had only one disciple, and that was Ning Wuya, who had voluntarily left the sect all those years ago. But didn't his mentor also consistently not agree to it?

Clearly, there was another story here.

"Where does the Second Sect Leader plan to go?"

Hearing that Ye Feng still addressed him as the Second Sect Leader, Shi Yehong's expression darkened. He gave a bitter smile and said:

"Before you leave the Imperial Capital, wherever you go, I will follow,"

For Ning Wuya, the Second Sect Leader always felt that he owed him too much. He knew that Ye Feng's martial arts lineage came from another, but that did not stop him from regarding Ye Feng as his disciple.

After all, even Ye Feng himself acknowledged Ning Wuya as his master, and besides, Ye Feng was also the person chosen by Ning Wuya.

Let's see for now!

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng simply nodded. If not for considering Shi Yehong's identity as the Second Sect Leader of the Guardian Sect, this would undoubtedly be good news. But now, he could not fathom the Second Sect Leader's intentions.

In the Imperial Capital, Xuanyu Tower.

On Dongyang Gate Avenue, Ye Feng was in a carriage with the Second Sect Leader, and in the Xuanyu Tower, famous for hearing and discussing important matters, there was a father and son pair in an elegant room on the top floor.

"Father, you have lost."

Two men were seated cross-legged, with a game of weiqi set out before them.

"Is that so certain?"

In front of Mu Tian, a man with an ethereal air, though in his fifties, bore a face with many similarities to Mu Tian's, still looking quite youthful.

It's worth mentioning that this middle-aged man wore his hair up with a headpin and donned a sky-piercing crown on his head, which made him particularly conspicuous, giving one the impression of an immensely self-confident individual.

The man calmly placed a piece on the board. His name was Mu Rongtian, and his identities were many!

With one move played, what looked like a collapsing position on his board suddenly came to life as if aided by divine intervention.

"My dear friend, Ye Feng, is still alive,"

Mu Tian stated flatly.

"This so-called 'strategizing behind the curtains' often hinges on the last whim of fate. Whether it's one chance in a thousand, the result is worth deep reflection,"

Mu Rongtian remained serenely composed.

"Ah, I'm somewhat perplexed. Why must Father have Ye Feng die?"

Most importantly!

The man before him not only wanted Ye Feng dead but also did not intend to let him die a swift death, which was somewhat at odds with Mu Tian's inner feelings.

"Without his death, what you stole from him will never truly be yours. Do you realize that I tore out the last page of the Fortune Stealing Technique I passed on to you?"

Mu Rongtian looked at his son with a profound smile.

"What was it about?"

Mu Tian's hand, which was about to place a piece on the board, shook slightly.

Fortune Stealing Technique!

He had stayed by Ye Feng's side for a full five years, and of course, it wasn't to make a close friend but rather to steal from Ye Feng what he himself didn't possess.

Luck!

One born with great fortune is destined to achieve success. The density of the luck on Ye Feng had reached astonishing levels, and as of now, Mu Tian could not claim to have successfully stolen all of it.

"Heavenly Dao is unkind, to steal or not to steal, both have no end."

"Despite having consulted countless texts over the years, I have never understood the true meaning of this phrase. In my eyes, all the incomprehensible words in the world are just nonsense,"

Because they're nonsense, I tore it up.

Mu Rongtian's approach was simple: if Ye Feng died, the luck that was stolen wouldn't be able to go back, would it?

"That sounds a little frightening,"

Mu Tian felt a wave of unease as he was about to place another piece.

"Are you afraid?"

Mu Rongtian seemed to see through his son as if he could peer into his thoughts and asked imperatively.

"To have a sense of awe towards heaven and earth, isn't that what Father taught me?"

Mu Tian looked up and asked.

"That's right!"

"Can the gods be revered? But do the gods exist? Having a sense of awe can make you realize your insignificance and keep you from becoming arrogant. Let me share another truth with you: a martial artist's cultivation is itself an act of defiance against the heavens."

Mu Rongtian placed the last piece down, and the large dragon on the board was suddenly slain.

The most terrifying thing in this world has never been the notion that 'while the world is drunk, I alone am sober,' but rather the fact that even if you're awake, you still have to be drunk with everyone else.

If everyone is doing it, then one can only rely on one's own methods and try all means to reach the end of the road; only then might there be a chance to see the exit.

Good and evil, right and wrong have been murky from the start.

The phrase that was torn away led Mu Rongtian to a clear realization: if Heavenly Dao is unkind, then if man does not seek self-interest, wouldn't it truly mean annihilation?

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