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

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In this world, sometimes things are just so magical.

Some people walk and walk, not knowing they are becoming a Martial King; some people close their eyes, sleep through a dream, and wake up the next day as a Martial King; others do nothing at all, and quite confusedly become a Martial King themselves.

In fact, for a Grandmaster to break through to Martial King is not such a difficult task—there's an old saying in Xuanyuan Nation that goes, "With sufficient accumulation, launching will happen naturally, like water flows once the channel is formed."

Xiao Chuanqi achieved enlightenment upon his near-death experience, yet when the Old Eastern King took two Great Rebirth Pills, it actually enabled him to break through, so at that time Ye Feng was somewhat stunned.

Was it his words that were effective, or the pills? Originally, he had to lie in bed for more than half a month, neither breaking through nor establishing a new state.

Of course, Ye Feng tended to think that neither was the cause, since after all, this old fellow seemed quite pitiable, stuck at the Half-Step Martial King bottleneck for who knows how many years.

Upon reflection, it was probably because the shackles in his heart were unlocked.

When the great fog dissipated and the sunlight shone on the seas of the Eastern Border, the bloodstained cruise ship had already entered its exclusive harbor. A group of people had been waiting on the dock—military doctors from the Eastern Border Camp, holding the country's most sophisticated medical equipment.

The moment the ship docked, they had already begun an orderly and unpanicked rescue operation.

Ye Feng did not refuse, as all three of his companions required blood transfusions.

Looking up, he saw body after body stained with fresh red being carried off the boat. Ye Feng lit a cigarette and remained silent for a long time.

Carnage!

The slaughter caused by three experts of the Sky Eagle Sect was actually greater than his own. In this world, if Martial Artists are not constrained, then indeed, they are a disaster to ordinary people.

Sects!

Great Families!

A cold light flickered in Ye Feng's eyes—using martial force to control martial force.

When he established the Martial Alliance, he was under the impression that he was providing fresh blood for the Four Realms of the Xuanyuan Nation, but he also hoped that the members of the Martial Alliance would embody benevolence and take it upon themselves to maintain social stability and protect the common people.

Yet, his recent experiences had clearly told Ye Feng that the people of the Martial Alliance had forgotten their original intentions.

Had the people from the Sects and Great Families become stronger, or had the Martial Alliance members become weaker?

The answer was obviously not the latter. The development of the Martial Alliance had far exceeded Ye Feng's expectations. As for how powerful the forces under the Martial Alliance's command truly were, even Ye Feng, the founder, was unclear.

Furthermore, the Martial Alliance was very likely no longer his own.

"Are you troubled?"

The Old Eastern King, having broken through, was like an undying cockroach. Rejuvenated, he was the only one who could come out for a sunbath, unlike others who needed to lie in bed for observation and treatment.

"Let me ask you a question,"

"Do you think the Sects still need to exist today?"

Ye Feng's gaze was as sharp as a torch.

To his surprise, as soon as he asked, the Old Eastern King's face changed dramatically. He looked around stealthily and then gestured for Ye Feng to come closer.

Such caution?

Seeing the Old Eastern King's actions, Ye Feng immediately realized that this question was not ordinary.

"Are your thoughts on the various Sects within Xuanyuan Nation because of the Sky Eagle Sect incident?"

In a sealed room, the Old Eastern King turned his head and asked.

"Correct,"

Ye Feng admitted, his thoughts extending not only to the Sects but even contemplating the removal of the Great Families. However, unlike the Sects that were active in secular affairs and could affect the whole with a single move, the Great Families' influence was not as vast as the Sects', but they were deeply intertwined.

To act against the Great Families could more easily disturb social stability, which was why Ye Feng needed to be cautious.

"Sigh!"

"Not everyone in this world is a good person, nor is everyone a bad person. There are many chivalrous individuals within the Sects,"

The Old Eastern King sighed and said, his eyes somber.

"I don't deny that,"

"But those are the minority. In this world, the minority always conforms to the majority. In the Southern Territory, I saw people from the Heng Mountain Sect attempting to take over key positions from the Great Commanders. Even the Lords had to bow to them. And in your Eastern Border, I witnessed the grand ambition of the Sky Eagle Sect. They even dared to kill someone like you."

"Such things, I imagine, are not only happening in the Southeast Two Realms. They have overstepped their boundaries,"

Ye Feng then paused.

Speaking of which, the Sects from the Northern Border always seem very quiet, don't they?

Of course, it could also be because he was busy with military affairs, resisting foreign enemies, and had little knowledge of external matters. But the audacity he had experienced with the Great Families of the Northern Border, Ye Feng understood firsthand.

"Nephew Ye, you are still young. There are too many secrets hidden in this world, and you don't know enough,"

"Whether you heed my words or not, I still have to caution you—if you can't make the entire Xuanyuan Nation listen to your voice alone, then never let others hear what you said today, nor consider acting on that thought,"

The Old Eastern King said earnestly.

"I understand,"

Ye Feng looked into the Old Eastern King's eyes and nodded.

"Young people act in extremes. I don't know what you did in the Northern Border to attract a death sentence, but that matter is certainly not as simple as it seems on the surface. And you wouldn't have been lucky enough to escape the Capital City and end up in the Southern Territory."

"You might laugh at me for fearing death, but the truth is that only by cherishing life can one do more things,"

The Old Eastern King then smiled again.

Many years ago, Ye Feng was just a junior listening to his teachings, and now he could sit down with him and question him as an equal.

It wasn't luck!

Ye Feng took a deep breath. The Old Eastern King didn't say it, but Ye Feng had indeed thought that he was lucky enough. But now, thinking about it, if those people were determined to kill him, how could they not deploy Martial King Level experts?

To think that even the Mu Family, a Great Family, possessed a Martial King. Wouldn't the deeply rooted major clans of the Capital City also have them?

It seemed that the truth was far from simple. Ye Feng furrowed his brows deeply. The situation was no longer just about the whirlpool of power.
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"Who doesn't want me dead?"

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Ye Feng casually asked, yet his gaze was firmly fixed on the Old Eastern King's every move.

"That's hard to say."

"For instance, your friends, relatives, family, and moreover, as the Northern Border King, even if you have no merits, you have endured hardships. Or perhaps someone values your potential, knowing that our Xuanyuan Nation is renowned for hiding dragons and crouching tigers, it's not impossible for one or two old fellows to protect you."

Old b*tch!

Ye Feng noticed the evasion in the Old Eastern King's eyes. None of these answers were reliable.

"Alright, I'm going to see if Legendary has woken up."

It seems you couldn't pry anything useful from the corner of this old b*tch's mouth, but Ye Feng had gathered quite a bit nonetheless.

"Wait!"

"Give this to him and say it's from me."

Just as Ye Feng was about to leave the room, the Old Eastern King seemed to have made up his mind and threw something at him.

"Is this appropriate?"

Ye Feng paused in his steps. He too had a similar object on him.

"Of course it is."

"Nephew Ye, do you still remember the phrase I used to like to say?"

Ye Feng pondered for a moment and then responded:

"Isn't it better to be a lord than a seed?."

The Eastern Border has the Old Eastern King, which is indeed a fortune, but the rapid change in the old man's attitude left Ye Feng struggling to keep up.

"I used to think I didn't have many days to live, so I took each day as it came."

"Breaking through to Martial King level really lifts your spirits. Tell the one on the bed that I will help him forge a powerful Eastern Border for him, for Xuanyuan Nation, and don't make me wait too long."

The Old Eastern King waved his hand.

Without breaking, nothing can be established. The high ranks of the current Eastern Border had fallen, save for the Old Eastern King himself, presenting a good opportunity to rebuild.

"How is it appropriate for you to take my men like this?"

Ye Feng left with a smile on his lips.

Some people, despite saying the harshest words with their mouths, do the most useful things with their hands. He vaguely guessed the Old Eastern King's intentions.

This trip to the Eastern Border was quite interesting!

By evening, Ye Feng traveled non-stop, making his way to the Coastal Ridge of the Eastern Border.

Falling Eagle Mountain is so named because the mountain range resembles a proudly soaring eagle, except that the eagle's feet are buried underground.

The Old Eastern King instructed Ye Feng to lead a group to annihilate the Sky Eagle Sect. Even a clay Buddha has some temper, and towards the Sky Eagle Sect, even the old man, despite his wariness of Sects, found it unbearable.

However, Ye Feng didn't bring any soldiers with him, as he alone was sufficient.

Walking up the mountain path, Ye Feng strolled towards the summit where the lair of the Sky Eagle Sect was hidden. It was evident that peace still prevailed here—the people on the mountain were unaware of the news.

No wonder some say that Sect members are just like a broom that cherishes its own corner!

"Halt, who goes there?"

At the gate, two guards with swords stopped Ye Feng. Disciples who are unwelcome in a Sect like this cannot learn the Sect's supreme knowledge.

"Who is in charge of the mountain now?"

Ye Feng stood and inquired.

Destroying the Sky Eagle Sect was simple—kill gods if gods blocked the path, kill Buddhas if Buddhas stood in the way, and simply march upwards, slaughtering all the way to the summit. But the words of the Old Eastern King made Ye Feng reconsider his initial intention.

"I'm talking to you, who are you?"

The man on the right raised his sword, intending to strike Ye Feng's face.

"Forget it, no matter who it is, have him come out immediately."

Ye Feng caught the right-hand man's neck with a reverse hand and pressed lightly, frightening the other into scrambling up the mountain.

Five minutes later, a group of people rushed out.

"You looking for me?"

A man dressed as a steward asked grimly.

"Are there any who have not killed, any who don't want to stay here, any who want to leave the mountain right now?"

Ye Feng completely ignored the steward, his gaze sweeping over the group of Sky Eagle Sect disciples behind him.

"It seems you are here to cause trouble."

"Take him down, execute him if he resists!"

Before he could finish speaking, the steward realized the person in front of him had disappeared. Immediately after, his body flew out, with various internal ruptures.

Death!

Ye Feng began his merciless slaughter, sparing only those few whose eyes had shown any flicker earlier. One after another, the disciples of the Sky Eagle Sect fell to the ground.

No blood was spilled, and the forest was eerily silent.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Ye Feng had all but decimated those who had approached, leaving only six trembling figures standing in place.

"Burn this place, then follow me."

There was no need to go any higher.

Ye Feng's senses reached out—indeed, there were still people on the mountain, but those people did not even emit the most basic fluctuations of life force, likely seized to serve as slaves.