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

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No matter the reason, everyone present, except for the woman who had just been scared out of her wits and was still looking confused, including Hong Qingyan and Long Nannan, all moved to act. Despite her small stature, her movements were swifter than anyone's.

Was this something she had done before?

Watching Long Nannan's skilled method of binding, Ye Feng couldn't help but wonder how many people she had tied up to become so adept at it.

It all happened very quickly; in less than two minutes, thirty-one patients were chaotically tied to their beds. The man with the highest cultivation level was given special attention by Sima Zhantian, who even bent the iron frames to secure him.

"Husband, what exactly is wrong with these people?"

Hearing the continuous sound of the patients grinding their teeth and howling, Hong Qingyan couldn't help but feel creeped out by this strange situation.

Is this still considered a disease?

"It's nothing. I'll tell you when I come back."

"Keep an eye on these people. You must not let them run away."

Ye Feng comforted Hong Qingyan briefly and hurriedly left the sickroom.

The patients brought here had already mutated. It was certain that the Central Region would not be spared. Ye Feng's biggest worry wasn't that the patients would get up and hurt people, but rather, besides the imperial capital,

how many patients had been sent elsewhere?

Leaving the first floor, Ye Feng's figure flashed wildly as he quickly reached the bottom of the tower. Then, he dialed a number that he hadn't used in a long time. After a serious conversation was over,

he dialed another familiar number.

"I just hope everything isn't as bad as I imagine it to be."

Three thousand years before, three thousand years after.

Ye Feng lifted his eyes to survey the imperial capital and the vast expanse of Xuanyuan Land, feeling somewhat impulsive—like the eve of a storm.

This world was likely to become even more turbulent and unsettled than before!

"Nannan, what is Ghost Qi?"

Five minutes later, Ye Feng returned to the sickroom.

"That's what you call Miasma, but it's a very powerful kind. Ghost Qi is something common in that place. You're just not used to it. Year after year, day after day, there are endless wars there. The multitude of souls who die turn into Ghost Qi when they lay exposed in the wild with their resentments from life."

"Normally, Ghost Qi shouldn't enter this world."

Long Nannan sighed softly.

Her grandfather made her read many, many books, one of which, "Xuan Record," clearly stated that when something from a different world enters the known world, it often means that the spatial barriers of the known world are no longer stable—merging with one another is only a matter of time.

Like two continents separated by vast seas, drifting apart and together.

"From what you're saying, does this thing also possess consciousness?"

Obviously, now wasn't the time for Ye Feng to worry about what should and shouldn't be. Because it had already arrived.

"No consciousness."

"Little Martial Uncle, don't think of Ghost Qi as something too fearsome. As I said, it's just a common occurrence there and not frightening. Though to say it has no consciousness isn't entirely right either. Ghost Qi can erode a person's entire being, including consciousness. Besides, Ghost Qi itself carries a kind of strange emotion."

"Do you know why that person attacked you just now? Because her consciousness was completely eroded. Ghost Qi needs blood and flesh to grow stronger, so those infected with Ghost Qi will madly tear and devour any living being with flesh."

After hearing this, Ye Feng's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Isn't this just a variant of zombies?

"Just like you said it's not dangerous, is there any way to save them?"

To call them zombies wouldn't be accurate either!

Because these patients all seemed quite intact, more like puppets on strings who became such in their sleep, completely unaware of "their" actions.

"Simple, take them over there and let them soak in the sunlight. Grandpa said that Ghost Qi is very afraid of the sunlight there. It doesn't exist during the day, and the infected don't dare to move around in daylight; they will bury themselves instead."

"But it's not feasible if there are too many people."

"Little Martial Uncle, let me also tell you that those infected with Ghost Qi only have seven days for treatment. If the time passes, they can only completely become another kind of creature. Some may later recover some of their former memories, but they are definitely not the same as they were."

To Long Nannan, Ghost Qi really was no big deal.

What really moved her was the appearance of Ghost Qi—it was just a sign, a very bad omen. Whatever bizarre and strange events were to occur in this world, don't be surprised. Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

"Nannan, you already said it's not feasible to take them all over there, isn't there any other reliable method?"

Ye Feng listened and felt a toothache.

Exposure to sunlight could solve the problem, but that simple solution was exactly what he couldn't do, which was both frustrating and exasperating, wasn't it?

"There are methods, of course. Resurrection Grass can restore them, but it's also something that grows among the dead, not abundant and highly sought after for its miraculous effects in that place. Rather than using Resurrection Grass to save people, it would be better to chop off their heads with a sword to end it all."

Nannan earnestly imparted this through a spiritual message.

That's it!

Another impractical method, Ye Feng shook his head helplessly and asked again:

"Is there anything else?"

If not, he would just have to treat these people in his own way.

"Stimulate their souls to awaken their original consciousness."

With a sideways glance, Long Nannan looked at Ye Feng—after saying so much about methods that were hardly useful, would Little Martial Uncle be angry enough to strike someone?

But these were the methods introduced in the books!

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"Didn't you just say that the consciousness of these people has been completely eroded?"

Ye Feng countered.

"Little Martial Uncle, you don't really think that a person's soul is that easily destroyed, do you? These people are merely unable to move their bodies, which has caused their souls to fall into a spiritual sleep, resulting in their consciousness being breached by the emotions carried by the Ghost Qi, and thus affected."

"Actually, I don't really hope that you save them, Little Martial Uncle. Those infected by Ghost Qi will become ordinary people again, and even those who are saved will have very little of their original power left."

In other words, these people cannot escape their fall from grace.

And for those who practice martial arts, their realm and power are more important than anything else, how are they going to face themselves after they regain consciousness?

This last statement made Ye Feng suddenly fall silent, this was probably the so-called winning something while inevitably losing something else.

So, to save these people or not?

"The rest of you watch over them here. You three, and Yu Feiyu, come with me."

Ye Feng did not dwell on the dilemma for long.

As a healer, how could he stand by and let these people turn into monsters after seven days? Permitting this did not align with his dual identity no matter how one looked at it.

The three exchanged glances, filled with confusion, but seeing Yu Feiyu's smiling face as she followed him out, they didn't ask any further questions.

"What are your names?"

Ye Feng raised his hand and set up a seal over the infirmary, then asked the three seriously.

"Zu Ningkang!"

"Luoo Xueyan!"

"Gu Mu!"

"And my master and I, my name is Yu Feiyu."

After the three had spoken, Yu Feiyu inserted her comment with a smirk.

"I'll be passing on a set of Needle Technique to you shortly."

"However, before that, I must make one thing clear, you can use the Needle Technique to treat diseases and save people, but if anyone dares to misuse it, don't blame me for taking it back."

The implied meaning of taking it back was clear from the hint of killing intent in Ye Feng's eyes.

"Does that mean we could also be considered your disciples?"

Luoo Xueyan asked curiously.

"No, you do not yet have the qualification to become my disciples."

That one sentence was like a cold shower to the three who had been quietly excited but Ye Feng quickly added:

"Of course, it's not without opportunity, if you can pass the examination for Seventh Level Healer before the age of thirty, you could become disciples of Yu Feiyu."

That's just mean!

Yu Feiyu's face instantly soured, wasn't this just setting her up to have disciples?

She hadn't planned on taking disciples yet, but Ye Feng just went ahead and assigned her three.

Er! Er!

The three were momentarily speechless; it could actually work like this? Seeing that Yu Feiyu didn't object, they realized it was possible.

After all, becoming a disciple of Yu Feiyu was something many longed for in their dreams.

"Don't get too happy, that's just my master's requirement, I as a future master will have my own requirements when the time comes."

Yu Feiyu spoke thoughtfully.

The master had only said it was possible to become, but whether or not one could ultimately become a disciple was still up to her, Yu Feiyu quickly understood Ye Feng's intent.

"Remember what I just said."

Ye Feng's expression turned cold once more.

The three, with their minds abuzz, immediately felt a chill; this presence was perhaps even stronger than that of the Martial King, no wonder he could be Yu Feiyu's master, with such formidable power.

The three nodded in unison.

"Pay attention, I will only demonstrate it once. Those who can't learn it can leave afterward."

Ye Feng quickly approached a human-sized dummy.

In an instant, the Silver Needles placed on the table lifted into the air, causing the three to focus intently as Ye Feng held multiple needles, as many as five in one hand.

"This Needle Technique is called the Heavenly Martial Rejuvenation Needle Technique."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

At that moment, even Yu Feiyu was stunned; she hadn't expected that Ye Feng would bring out one of the Three Great Ancient Needle Techniques that had long been lost to time.

The Heavenly Martial Rejuvenation Needle Technique!

Looking back at the three, after their initial shock, they were nervous, not daring to miss a single detail of Ye Feng's demonstration, and as healers themselves, they knew well the legendary reputation of the Ancient Needle Techniques.

The Heavenly Martial Rejuvenation Needle Technique, the Phoenix Returns to Heaven Needle Technique, and the Dragon Buddha Salvation Needle Technique.

Having any one of these three lost Ancient Needle Techniques would be a lifetime blessing for any healer; they might not guarantee raising the dead, but assuredly, a cure with the prick of a needle was indisputable.

It could be said that these three Ancient Needle Techniques caused countless healers in the world to yearn for them unattainably in their lifetimes.

The small infirmary, unbeknownst to when, began to echo the cheering of countless people, a sound reflecting their intense will to overcome disease, as well as praises for healers. The origin of the Heavenly Martial Rejuvenation Needle Technique, after all, lay in the very words 'Heavenly Martial'.