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

All things under heaven and earth are born with spirits, and when a boundary is drawn, rules are established.

As the Great Guardian Sect Leader of the Utility Pavilion and the entire Xuanyuan Nation, Zhao Gongming well understood a principle: Rules are dead, but people are alive.

So, one must never think that another's self-imposed restraints are signs of weakness to be exploited. Standing at the highest echelon of Martial Dao within the Xuanyuan Nation, the group that was the most untouchable and also the most capable fighters resided in that little mountain village in the Northwest.

Since ancient times, the Grand Sect Leader had never heard of any power daring to join forces to attack the Northwest Little Mountain Village. There must have been such attempts, but the fate of those who failed was obviously the same as the village itself: any traces of them had been wiped clean.

Speaking of which, this is indeed a prime example of a little rich girl.

Even he, the Grand Sect Leader of the Utility Pavilion, felt the urge to rob it. Sometimes, things are just that strange. Everyone openly joined forces to resist anything to do with the Northwest Little Mountain Village, but in the shadows, they were frantically scrambling for any little thing that leaked from it.

Looking back at the root cause of that great battle those years ago, wasn't it because the people from the Seven Great Sects thought they could jointly slaughter a fat sheep?

Now think about it, if the small one is already so plump, what about the big one?

"I as a female hero have a principle, I only give gifts, I never sell them."

Long Nannan suddenly hugged Ye Feng's thigh and spoke in an old-fashioned tone.

No way around it!

Even Sausage Sister said so. Here I am, inadvertently walking into the tiger's den—no, the "dragon's" den. Holding someone feels safer, and besides, that old geezer looks at me with clearly no good intentions.

Feng Yuan quietly turned her face away from this. They say dragons like to collect treasures. She didn't know if Old Long had that habit, but Little Monster Long Nannan, that villagers dreaded with the phrase "Oh my, the thief is here," had given countless people headaches.

Not for sale?

That's a bit hostile. Zhao Gongming stroked his beard, glanced at Ye Feng, then at Long Nannan, and concluded this matter was not urgent. He then turned to Feng Yuan with a serious look and asked,

"May I have the honor, Miss Feng?"

Clearly, apart from the two involved, no one knew what they were talking about.

"Really going?"

"Don't blame me for not warning you, there are plenty who can take you down."

Feng Yuan crossed her arms and spoke coldly.

She only lost due to her youth. Give her another twenty years, and the outcome of a rematch might be far from certain.

"I must go!"

The Grand Sect Leader nodded and said.

"Come with me."

Said go, and just like that, gone!

Feng Yuan didn't waste a second. She leapt into the sky, and with a phoenix cry, all the birds in the Inner Capital took flight, heading toward the holy light. The glow of dawn faded, and leaving with it was the Grand Sect Leader, who had come uninvited.

Wait, wasn't Sausage Sister here to protect me?

No principles at all!

Only after confirming that Feng Yuan had really left did Long Nannan start mumbling complaints. Didn't we agree on a seven-three split? I get the head, and you take the damage.

Pah!

It's me who should be making the money and you covering the rear. And here, before anything even started, you turn into a deserter.

Utter contempt!

"Martial Ancestor, do you hold a high position here?"

Long Nannan let go of Ye Feng and looked up expectantly at the Second Sect Leader.

At this address of 'Martial Ancestor,' Ye Feng had a pained expression, while the Second Sect Leader was visibly thrown into disarray.

The Second Sect Leader, what merits does he have to deserve such an... what's it?

If Long Nannan goes even further, she'll enter the Realm that puts her on par with him. Maybe she'll even be someone he couldn't beat no matter how hard he tries. How embarrassing, the Second Sect Leader thought, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

Ye Feng called this quirky little girl his martial niece, so what does that make him? By a stretch, he might be considered Ye Feng's Martial Grandfather. So her calling him Martial Ancestor was...

Seemingly correct!

That was only because the Second Sect Leader wasn't yet aware that Ye Feng addressed Old Long as his Martial Brother. Otherwise, he might as well have abandoned any thoughts he had of being the so-called Martial Ancestor.

"Girl, your name is Long Nannan, right? I don't hold an official post in the capital."

The Second Sect Leader was not in a hurry to acknowledge her, but his expression clearly showed a great deal of joy. It seemed like he had already forgotten...

Who was it that solemnly vowed a moment ago about one day flattening the Utility Pavilion?

"Lame!"

Long Nannan clearly took it seriously, speaking with childlike bluntness.

"Ye Feng, regarding Long Nannan's identity, you must absolutely not tell anyone."

The Second Sect Leader transmitted his voice secretly.

"Understood!"

Ye Feng was slightly taken aback.

If Long Nannan's identity warranted such a grave warning from the Second Sect Leader, it seemed that the little monster was even more complex than he had imagined.

The three quickly caught up with the group ahead, except now there was one less Feng Yuan. Anyone could see that. Observing this, Xiao Chuanqi hurried over and asked,

"King, where's Feng Yuan?"

The concern in his eyes was undisguised.

"She left due to some matters, don't worry, she's fine."

Ye Feng glanced at the others up front, signaling they needn't worry.

Just as Ye Feng had finished speaking, Long Nannan unhappily pursed her lips and interjected,

"She was injured and still you call that fine?"

Though her voice was soft, Xiao Chuanqi was not one to miss such words. His anger became visibly intense, his fists clenching as he anxiously asked,

"Nannan, tell me quickly, who did this?"

Which blind son of a turtle dared to hit Elder Sima's woman?

Ye Feng was at a loss for words, only someone as obtuse as Sima Zhantian would fail to realize — others might manage to injure Feng Yuan, but what use was his anger at this moment? Could he win in a fight?

And there was Long Nannan, that little monster, obviously adding fuel to the fire.

"Seems like it was the Great Guardian Sect Leader of the Utility Pavilion."

There was complete silence in the room!

Only Sima Zhantian's breathing became heavy. The Great Guardian Sect Leader, an existence comparable to a pillar within the Xuanyuan Nation, gritted his teeth and said,

"So what if he's the Great Sect Leader, is he allowed to hit people at will? When I can beat him one day, I must settle this score."

Clearly, Sima Zhantian still had some self-awareness.

"Not bad, not bad, Ye Feng, your subordinate is something."

"Sima Zhantian, right? I'll remember you. I hope you won't go back on your word later. Moreover, let me give you a minor goal for now — defeat Zhang Zhen first, then we'll talk."

Emphasizing just one word, the Second Sect Leader spoke with particular gravity.

Done for!

With neither the will to laugh nor cry, Sima Zhantian had clearly forgotten there was someone like the Second Sect Leader right by his side. This was just his first day in the Inner Capital, and he was already remembered by the likes of the Second Sect Leader.

I was just blowing off steam — why do you have to take it so seriously?

One might lose a battle, but never lose face!

After pausing, Sima Zhantian, filled with grief and indignation, said,
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"A gentleman doesn't jest."

The others behind him turned their heads in unison.

Sima Zhantian, you've got style!

Just please don't walk with us at night in the Inner Capital, lest we get dragged down with you.

"Big guy, well done!"

Long Nannan was the typical kind who enjoyed chaos, completely unaware of the bitterness in Sima Zhantian's heart at the moment.

Let alone whether he'd have the ability in the future, would Sima Zhantian really dare to strike the Great Sect Leader?

It's done.

Wouldn't he be spat to death by the populace of the entire Xuanyuan Nation?

"Keep up the good effort."

Ye Feng patted Sima Zhantian on the shoulder with a serious tone.

Big guy, this certainly isn't the start of your nightmare. Falling for Feng Yuan — that's the beginning of the nightmare of your life.

Knowing that the Great Guardian Sect Leader was the person in question, everyone relaxed quite a bit. Considering the two sudden powerful auras that had just erupted, they could easily crush existences like them a hundred times over.

In the end, it was because they were too weak!

Arriving in the Inner Capital, even the Martial King felt useless — calling it a den of dragons and a pit of tigers was by no means an exaggeration.

It was their first day in the Inner Capital.

Apart from the incessant troubles during the day, the night was rare and peaceful. The fifteen soldiers under Ye Feng's command all entered their own cultivation states, including Ye Feng himself.

It was the same with him!

It wasn't that Ye Feng didn't want to rest, but that a large and a small woman had completely taken over a bed, and Hong Qingyan was clearly sulking at him. The Northern Border King sleeping outside the door — what would that look like?

Given the circumstances, better to practice martial arts.

Later in the night, the Second Sect Leader, who was feigning sleep, suddenly woke with a start. With a swish, he arrived above the Northern Cloud Residence. Looking around, the Primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth that diffused throughout the air was surging toward this spot non-stop like tides, an astonishing sight.

This wasn't cultivation, this was plainly robbery!

The Second Sect Leader hurriedly used his skills to conceal the commotion here. Damn it, what was this situation!? Normal martial artists would absorb the Primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth iteratively, nourishing themselves back and forth.

Like this night, absorbing the surrounding Primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth with the insane speed of a whale drawing water, he never saw such a thing in his nearly one hundred years in the Great River of Time.

Seeing the direction where the Vital Energy was converging, the principal was in Ye Feng's room, and at this moment, the Second Sect Leader was sure that only Ye Feng was inside.

"Not simple at all, Ye Feng, from which sect do you hail?"

Second Sect Leader Nannan muttered to herself.

No wonder Ning Wuya didn't pass on his life's martial studies to Ye Feng; turns out the latter already had such an earth-shaking cultivation technique.

"Hm, this is different from before?"

In another room, Xiao Chuanqi appeared particularly puzzled. He had personally experienced the speed at which Ye Feng absorbed the Primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth.

Cultivating alongside Ye Feng, in the end, he couldn't even catch a duck feather, but now, it was clearly different. The Primordial Qi filled his room, far more than what his current strength could attract.

Could it be that a king can control the flow of the Primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth?

Didn't understand!

Xiao Chuanqi didn't give it much thought. Instead, he quickly entered a meditation state, thinking this was a good thing no matter what.

Taking another look at the Second Sect Leader, he obviously hadn't noticed this change either. After checking the surroundings once more, he quickly returned to his own room. Only Long Nannan, who was lying on the same bed as Hong Qingyan, had her large eyes shining brightly in the dark.

She was indeed his Little Martial Uncle!

This maneuver of controlling the Primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth was simply too impressive. It was unheard of and unseen by anyone, not something even those in the Divine Ability Realm could accomplish.

How she wished to join in and share a piece of the pie!

Long Nannan eventually looked helplessly back at Hong Qingyan, then let her gaze wander downward. The darkness posed no obstacle to her sight. She glanced at the heavy blossoms of whiteness on the other's chest and couldn't help but think,

Though not as impressive as Sausage Sister, once transformed, she should be about that size too, right?