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

Because the front yard needed cleaning, the Old Eastern King suggested moving to the Inner Courtyard.

Along the way, Ye Feng finally caught a good opportunity and spoke solemnly, "I say, Old Eastern King, you're quite advanced in years; why not take it easy on yourself? I've heard that just a few days ago, you went out to sea for leisure and took along over a dozen young and beautiful girls!"

The Old Eastern King was taken aback and then immediately realized that the other party had discovered the problem with his health. His old face blushed, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian, among others at the rear, couldn't help but snicker in secret.

However, the Old Eastern King quickly remembered that he was still a monarch, cleared his throat twice, and said with dignity, "It is only natural for a man, besides, I am getting on in years now, and I fear I don't have many years left to live. If I don't enjoy myself while I can, when will I have the time?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. Previously, everyone just said that the King of the Eastern Border had aged, no longer possessing his former vigor. He initially did not believe it, but now it seemed that the Old Eastern King was not only physically aged, but his spirit was aged as well, having lost all of his former sharpness.

The current Old Eastern King's mind was no longer on the Eastern Border but entirely focused on personal pleasures. However, this was also understandable. After all, when one feels they don't have much time left to live, unless one has great determination, this change in mindset is inevitable.

Suddenly, the Old Eastern King said, "That's right, Little Northern King, when I was at the Northern Border, I heard that you young man inherited the entirety of the Medicine King Valley's knowledge. Your medical skills must be quite formidable. How about taking a look for me? See if you can treat my waist and, also, that other aspect?"

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "Treating your waist is not difficult, after all, Old Eastern King, you were once a Huajin Grandmaster, and you've still got the basis of good health."

The eyes of the Old Eastern King, Mu Tianye, instantly brightened. Over the past six months, as his waist kept getting worse, that certain aspect was increasingly problematic. He had finally managed to take more than a dozen young and beautiful girls out to sea for a good time, and he thought he could enjoy himself for a while.

But who knew that in the end, it would turn out that he could only look on, unable to perform. This feeling of being willing but unable was enough to drive him mad.

"So you're saying you have a way? Let's head to the inner hall quickly, and you prescribe me a few doses of medicine!" the Old Eastern King said eagerly, grabbing Ye Feng's hand and wanting to head inside.

But Ye Feng stopped in his tracks, standing still on the spot.

"What now?" The Old Eastern King had to turn back.
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Ye Feng looked at him, his expression becoming very serious, and said word by word, "Old Eastern King, the following words I'm about to say aren't meant to be alarmist. If you want to cure your waist, or rather, if you want to live a few more years, no one else can do anything, and neither can I. It completely depends on you alone!"

"Depend on myself?" the Old Eastern King asked.

"Indeed, as long as you, the Old Eastern King, restrain your private life from being dissolute in the future and pick up the martial arts you've neglected for many years to practice diligently every day, living a few more years or even a decade is entirely possible!" Ye Feng said assertively.

The Old Eastern King froze, his small eyes staring at Ye Feng without blinking, and after a good while, he said, "Forget it then, if it has to be that way, I'd rather not treat it. Let's not talk about this anymore. We, uncle and nephew, have finally met, so let's drink to our heart's content today!"

With that, he took the lead and walked into the inner hall. Watching his retreating figure, Ye Feng shook his head silently and sighed inwardly, truly lamenting that even the strong must age.

The inner hall was actually not small, with a very large rectangular table that could easily accommodate more than a dozen people dining together. Following the summons of the Old Eastern King, several commanders arrived one after another, and two lords also came to join them.

The luncheon was a grand affair, and naturally, the dishes were quite impressive. The Old Eastern King had initially wanted to invite some young beauties to pour wine and dance, but Ye Feng had refused.

However, perhaps due to the murder of Lord Dongcheng, Dongfang Sheng, and Commander Lu Bentian, though the commanders and the two lords were present, their spirits were low. It seemed as if they were only going through the motions, so the atmosphere was inevitably tinged with awkwardness.

In truth, these four commanders of the Eastern Border and the two lords were reluctant to come in the first place. Their reluctance stemmed not only from the death of Lu Bentian but more so from Ye Feng's current predicament, which could only be described as awkward.

After all, the Northern Border was now tentatively under the control of Zhu Guangbo, who had even begun to stabilize the situation there; thus, the role of Ye Feng, the former Northern Border King, had become somewhat awkward.

To say that he was not the Northern Border King any longer was somewhat premature, as the imperial capital had not yet officially removed him. Yet, Zhu Guangbo had already taken residence in the Northern Border. Therefore, the Eastern Border commanders inevitably had their own concerns.

Moreover, at this time, they did not wish to have too much interaction with Ye Feng, because once Zhu Guangbo fully took control of the Northern Border, those who had previously been close to Ye Feng would likely face retribution. Their attendance at the banquet was solely due to the command of the Old Eastern King.

The Old Eastern King, of course, noticed this, but he couldn't be bothered to deal with these machinations. By now he was of an age where he had no interest in engaging in these battles for power and influence anymore.

After three rounds of wine, the Old Eastern King suddenly began to sigh repeatedly, shaking his head continuously.

Seeing this, Ye Feng felt compelled to ask, "Old Eastern King, why are you sighing for no apparent reason?"

The Old Eastern King sighed once more, then took Ye Feng's hand and said, "My good nephew, I really didn't want to discuss this embarrassing matter, but now, I'm completely at a loss. Since you're here, nephew, you must help me out no matter what. If you don't assist, then I am truly finished."

Ye Feng was somewhat speechless and could only reply, "Eastern King, you might as well tell me the matter first."

The Old Eastern King continued shaking his head with a sigh, "Nephew, the Northern King, this matter is not difficult for you; it's merely a small favor. No matter what, you must help me. If you don't, this old man will have no choice but to hang myself on a crooked-neck tree."

Ye Feng responded, "Alright, tell me what it is. As long as it doesn't go against my principles, I will lend a hand."

Only then did the Old Eastern King sit up straight and said, "Good, that's a promise from you, my nephew. To be honest, this matter has to start with Bliss Island."

As soon as he mentioned Bliss Island, the four commanders and two lords of the Eastern Border simultaneously put down their chopsticks and looked over intently.

"East Pole Island?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows inquisitively.

"Indeed, East Pole Island. It has only risen in the past three years, but its power and influence are so formidable that it's startling!" the Old Eastern King said with a tone of apprehension.

At this, Ye Feng grew even more curious.