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

Upon hearing her father's words, Yu Feiyu's first reaction was to turn her head sharply towards Ye Feng. To her delight, however, Big Brother Ye did not object straight away, which meant there might be a chance.

After all, although Yu Xianhe had planned to hold a martial competition for marriage in the imperial capital, it was initially the moment Yu Feiyu had vehemently opposed it. It was simply preposterous for her to agree to such an absurd marriage recruitment—after all, what era were they living in?

Additionally, following the outbreak of miasma in the Central Region Fallen Dragon Valley, Yu Xianhe had put the matter on hold, allowing Yu Feiyu to narrowly escape this calamity.

Yet, it seemed that no matter if it was in the secular world or among these hidden ancient martial arts families, older unmarried women couldn't escape the fate of being rushed into arranged marriages—a pitiable reflection of a parent's heart.

But now, listening to her father say that the way to win the martial competition for marriage was to eliminate the miasma, Yu Feiyu immediately chose to tacitly agree, since the eventual victor was her Big Brother Ye.

From this perspective, what women actually opposed wasn't the matchmaking or marriage contest itself, but rather, the major reason for their disapproval was dissatisfaction with the prospective suitors.

However, the most frustrated person present was undoubtedly Ye Feng, forced to watch this father-daughter duo blatantly lie without being able to object, for he could see that Yu Xianhe was using him as a shield to fend off the advances of the Flora Sect.

After all, the Valley of the Medicine God did owe Ye Feng a favor. And with Yu Feiyu being his half-disciple, anger aside, Yu Feiyu's individual qualities were not subpar at all. In both appearance and figure, she was top-notch, her elegant long hair paired with a pale green gown lending her a hint of refined grace, the elegance of a well-bred lady in full display.

Furthermore, Yu Feiyu's talent in both medicine and martial arts was actually quite impressive. At her current age, she had cultivated to the Divine Path Realm, ranking within the top twenty even among the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts.

So, to say that Ye Feng harbored no special thoughts about Yu Feiyu would certainly be a lie. After all, what man could remain indifferent upon seeing such a celestial being as her?

An elder of the Flora Sect asked coldly, "Valley Master Yu, this sounds rather frivolous. You wouldn't be using such an excuse merely to pacify us, would you?"

Although Yu Xianhe was lying through his teeth, his face was as thick as an old tree's bark, utterly unabashed as he said, "Could I possibly fabricate such a tale? After all, this concerns my daughter's reputation!"

In fact, the old man had calculated that Ye Feng would not expose him on the spot. Even if Ye Feng disagreed, he would certainly not do so publicly, and Yu Xianhe was counting on this.

At this point, the three elders of the Flora Sect found themselves at a loss for words. The matter had already progressed to the point of nearly being settled in marriage; there was no place for their proposal.

Of course, the happiest person present was none other than Yu Feiyu. At this moment, she coyly tucked her head down without speaking, casting tender, longing glances at Ye Feng from the corner of her eye.

How could Hua Youque stand such a scene? He stepped forward and said, "Valley Master Yu, I object!"

Yu Xianhe's brows furrowed slightly, clearly somewhat displeased. If not for the fact that the Valley of the Medicine God owed the Flora Sect a favor, his impatience would have manifested the day prior. Now, with his stance made clear, to still refute him was unacceptable.

Reminded of this, Yu Xianhe felt a surge of irritation; after all, for over twenty years, the Valley of the Medicine God had supported the Flora Sect in many ways, such as providing annual supplies of Healing Pills and materials required for martial arts practice.

Although these materials weren't extremely precious, the continuous tradition over the past two decades should have repaid the old favor. Yet, for the Flora Sect to still cling to it seemed rather excessive.

"What exactly are you unsatisfied with, Young Hero Hua? Speak freely," Yu Xianhe asked, his composure and tolerance still intact after a moment's thought, responding with a slight smile.

Hua Youque spoke righteously, "Valley Master Yu arranged a martial competition for your daughter's hand in marriage, with the removal of miasma as the criterion for winning, to which I have no objection. It's just that..."

Hearing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but find it amusing, thinking to himself, who do you think you are to have a say in whom they find for their daughter? This fellow must either have been kicked in the head by a donkey or suffered water on the brain as a child.

Yu Xianhe said nothing, merely waiting expressionlessly for the other to continue.

Hua Youque, lacking any sense of realization, went on to say, "However, Valley Master Yu, if you intended to use the removal of miasma as the method for marriage competition, why didn't you make it known to all? After all, there are many good men in the world, isn't doing so unfair to other outstanding talents?"

At this point, Hua Youque gave a slight smile, flicking his folding fan open with a pop, and then began to pontificate, "Furthermore, the one-sided nature of this marital contest arranged by the Valley Master seems to be an irresponsible act towards Feiyu. Therefore, I not only object but also feel pity on behalf of your beloved daughter."

Yu Xianhe couldn't help laughing and retorted, "Then I'd like to ask Flower Prince, what should I do to satisfy you?"

Seeing this opening, Hua Youque instantly turned to look at Ye Feng and said deliberately, "Unless I have the opportunity to compete with Mr. Ye. If I lose, naturally, I will be entirely convinced. But if by chance I win, hehe..."

He left the next words unsaid, but everyone present understood that if he were to defeat Ye Feng, it would naturally mean victory in the martial contest for marriage, and the Valley of the Medicine God would then be obliged to agree to marry Yu Feiyu into the Flora Sect.

Ye Feng's eyebrows twitched, but he still didn't speak up, not because he was afraid to retaliate against someone else's provocation, but because he was disdainful!

Yu Xianhe was just laughing there, neither outright refusing nor nodding in agreement. This old fox knew all too well that such matters were not for him to decide, and he was also clear on Ye Feng's temperament — the hard approach was absolutely not an option; it had to be the soft one.

The three elders from Flora Sect said, "This is a good method. Since we are choosing a son-in-law, of course, we should pick the strongest and the best, right, Valley Master Yu?"

Hua Youque stared coldly at Ye Feng and said with a sneer, "As the Northern Border King, a majestic ruler of his generation, surely you are not too scared to accept a challenge from another? If that is indeed the case, it would be quite a lack of courage and spirit. Should such news spread, how would you lead the million strong army of the Northern Border in the future?"

Ye Feng looked back at him coldly and asked, "Do you really want to compete?"

Hua Youque replied with a smile, "Unless you bow your head and admit defeat today, there is no other choice but to compete."

Ye Feng shook his head and sighed, "Why not just enjoy being a young master in Flora Sect? Why insist on courting death?"

Hua Youque's expression suddenly darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you saying you agree?"

Seeing that the time was almost ripe, Yu Xianhe chuckled, "Both of you, rest assured, my Valley of the Medicine God may lack other things, but we will never run short of healing medicines. As long as it is not instant death, even if someone's half a step into the Hall of King Yama, I can pull them back."

His words were quite clear, and besides, even though the competition was about fighting and killing, as long as no one died, it would not be a big issue. Of course, the reason Yu Xianhe said this was firstly to deliberately heighten the tension. Secondly, and most importantly, he believed in Ye Feng's strength.

Even though Hua Youque was considered a rare talent among the current generation of the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts, in front of Northern King Ye Feng, not to mention competing with him, Hua Youque wasn't even fit to carry Ye Feng's shoes. In fact, Yu Xianhe had already long been plotting this scene.

"This hall is not a place for a contest, Valley of the Medicine God has a dedicated Martial Arts Training Field. Please, would the two outstanding young heroes move there?" Two elders of the Valley of the Medicine God spoke up.

"Excellent, but before the competition, we need to make things clear. If our Flower Prince wins by chance today, then what should the Valley of the Medicine God do?" the elder with white beard from Flora Sect asked.

Yu Xianhe pondered for a moment, then said, "If today Ye Feng loses to this Hua Youque, then the original agreement between my Valley of the Medicine God and Young Master Ye shall be null and void. Additionally, on the spot, I would agree to Flora Sect's marriage proposal."

Here, Yu Xianhe suddenly said coldly, "However, if the Flower Prince is defeated today, then please do not bring up this marriage matter again."

"Very well, then it is settled. Young master, let us proceed to the Martial Arts Practice Field to examine the terrain!" The three elders from Flora Sect straightened their backs, their demeanor full of confidence, as if victory was already assured.

Ye Feng felt his head swell with the turn of events; things were becoming increasingly difficult to clarify. If this continued, his relationship with Yu Feiyu might truly become impossible to define.

Yu Feiyu stepped forward, giggling, "Master, from now on, my happiness is all in your hands. But I believe in you, Master. It would be best if you beat that damned Flower Prince to a pulp. I have a Three-turn Rejuvenation Pill right here, just beat him as hard as you can for me!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng could only shake his head helplessly, then stepped forward to leave.

Yu Xianhe, following behind, quietly said to his daughter, "How about it, my daughter? Isn't your father's strategy superior?"

Yu Feiyu was naturally delighted, not only escaping the entanglement of Flora Sect today but also clarifying her relationship with Ye Feng. She immediately gave a thumbs up and said, "Superior indeed, Father is truly superior!"

Yu Xianhe chuckled and assured her, "Don't worry, my daughter. Tonight, I will spare no expense, bringing out the treasured Flora Brew I've kept for many years to try getting the youngster drunk. Then it will be your turn to make the cooked rice raw."

"Don't be shy, my daughter. There's a saying in the Mortal World, as long as you have the guts, next year you will have a big belly!"

"..." Yu Feiyu was left speechless, not daring to pay any more attention to her shameless old father, and hurriedly rushed after Ye Feng.

Yu Xianhe, meanwhile, shook his head and sighed from behind, saying, "To find a good son-in-law for my one precious daughter, is it easy for me?"

With no one responding to his words, the group quickly arrived at the Martial Arts Training Field to the west. By that time, the sun was near setting. The huge sunset hanging over the valley bathed the entire valley in blood-red hues, adding an extra sense of solemnity and tension.

Hua Youque, in his colorful, vibrant long robe, fluttered in the wind as he swiftly moved to the top of the Martial Arts Training Field, then extended a hand that was longer and whiter than an ordinary person's and said, "Please!"