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

Good people are hard to be!

Cao Yi deeply felt what it meant to be a good person was hard. Asking Ye Feng to give up the Martial Alliance was like asking him to abandon his own child. How could he bear it?

"Beyond the scope of ability, ’the weak are prey to the strong’ indeed."

"Who would have thought that I, the Northern Border King of such a mighty Northern Border, am seen as nothing more than a slightly bigger marionette in the eyes of others. Is this the will of the Utility Pavilion or the decision of the Fengyun Pavilion council?"

Ye Feng’s face regained composure.

The Utility Pavilion and the Fengyun Pavilion, the former could be said to be the birthplace of the twelve Guardian Sect Leaders, while the latter represented the will of Xuanyuan Nation. Any resolution made within the Fengyun Pavilion would have a profound impact on Xuanyuan Nation.

"It’s the intention of the Utility Pavilion and the decision of the council as well."

Cao Yi said solemnly.

"Understood."

"Tell those Guardian Sect Leaders that I’m not completely opposed to handing over the Martial Alliance, but I have one condition—the Martial Alliance must be reformed into a Martial Academy."

Martial Alliance, Martial Academy.

It seemed to be only a difference of one character, but the implications were huge. Even with Cao Yi’s monk-like composure, his mind and spirit trembled upon hearing this.

A Martial Academy, this meant bringing Martial Dao to the masses.

The current Martial Alliance was, at best, a relatively large martial arts organization. But if it were reformed into a Martial Dao Academy as Ye Feng wished, that would be a completely different matter. Once Martial Dao Academies were established nationwide, students would no longer have the sole path of university ahead of them.

It was foreseeable—Martial Dao would flourish!

The flourishing of Martial Dao also implied the weakening of the scholarly path. The fundamental problem lay in the phrase "Even heroes are forbidden to practice martial arts". Looking at the history of Xuanyuan Nation, no monarch of any dynasty ever liked the Branch Sects, let alone thought of promoting Martial Dao on a large scale.

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Yet, to maintain an everlasting era of peace, it is necessary to eliminate those who practice martial arts and cause chaos.

A contradictory existence!

Alas, humans themselves survive amidst various contradictions. Cao Yi’s brows furrowed deeply. Ye Feng’s condition had too great an impact on the future.

Who would dare to respond lightly?

"I will report this matter to the two in charge at the imperial capital."

"Fengzi, asking you to give up the Martial Alliance is actually for your own good. You should understand the principle that ’one who possesses jade without guilt incurs the crime of possessing it’."

Clearly, Cao Yi still wished to persuade Ye Feng.

"So that’s how it is, is it? No wonder I was assassinated."

"Director Cao, I’ve made up my mind. If these conditions are not met, then let me bear everything and see who in the future can take my life."

A surge of heroic spirit arose spontaneously.

A true man guards all quarters and sets order beyond the borders. Ye Feng was keen to see, in such a vast Xuanyuan Nation, how difficult it could be to bring peace.

...

North of Sky Sword Peak, passing through three natural stone bridges formed by the mountains, lies the vast lands of Mingbei. Looking at the nearer locations, mountains tower high. Compared to the snow mountains in the south, there’s an even greater density of Great Snow Mountain ranges.

In the year when the Northern Border Army fought the Mingbei Snow Wolf Cavalry, neither side was willing to cross the river boundary. If it weren’t for Ye Feng’s willingness to lure the enemy by feigning defeat in seven battles, the situation might have dragged on indefinitely.

One Dao Bridge is actually not difficult to cross, but the real challenge is the snow mountains themselves.

Compared to the Northern Border soldiers, the Snow Wolf Riders had too many advantages. They were swift and sensitive in combat. No matter which bridge was crossed, the first thing to come into view would always be the snow mountains.

And where there are snow mountains, avalanches occur.

Today, this vast array of snow mountains has already experienced several avalanches. Thankfully, a chain reaction causing a mega-avalanche did not occur. Observing a mountaintop, figures were seen fighting fiercely.

One person holds off seven powerful foes!

On the mountainside, Gai Jiutian, wielding the Black Blood Sword, fought and retreated, valiantly resisting the attack of the seven werewolves surrounding him.

Yes, werewolves!

The seven figures attacking Gai Jiutian at that moment were neither entirely human nor wolf, their faces human-like but their bodies that of beasts.

These werewolves were certainly not Divine Path Experts, but from their combat power, they were no less than a Martial King.

What was more deadly was that there were always two mysterious individuals wearing strange masks and holding dark green wands, eyeing the situation covetously. Gai Jiutian couldn’t detect any breath from these two individuals, even though he was now close to the level of a Peak Martial King.

The Black Blood Sword, Northern Border’s most notorious weapon, shone with a sinister black light in Gai Jiutian’s hand. Each move, each sword stroke, though not grand in momentum, left deep black trails in the air, much like traces of space being torn apart.

Kill! One by One.

Gai Jiutian, intent on slaying his enemies, fearlessly executed his sword techniques, but each move was easily dodged by the werewolves.

Looking closely, one could notice that the air around him, especially near his sides, was always tinged with a faint green color.

The seven werewolves, clearly of lower cultivation level than Gai Jiutian, should have at least been felled by two or three given his relentless style of fighting. Yet, the enemies seemed to anticipate his every move, causing his strikes to miss again and again.

Slash! One by One.

Another wound was torn open across his back. Gai Jiutian winced in pain, but his grip on the Battle Blade did not waver.

Looks like, there’s no escape!

Gai Jiutian’s eyes revealed a trace of unwillingness. He had been ordered by Ye Feng to patrol this area of Mingbei for any movements of the Mingbei Barbarians. He had been well-concealed in the Great Snow Mountains, yet he was easily located.

"Why don’t you kill me?"

After fending off the seven werewolves, Gai Jiutian ceased his swordplay.

Instead, he turned to the two masked individuals. He was no fool—how could he not know that all this was orchestrated by them, commanding the werewolves to besiege him?

"Because you, alive, are more valuable than you, dead."

To his surprise, one of them replied in an awkwardly accented Xuanyuan Nation language.

The voice belonged to an elder.

"The reason?"

Gai Jiutian asked icily.

"We don’t need to answer that."

"Take him down. There’s no point in delaying any further. Hado, you join in and help them."

The masked man tapped the ground lightly, a faint green veil flowed along the earth and returned to his magic wand.

"Yes, teacher!"

Another masked person responded.

"Spirit of Frenzy!"

The next second, the masked man named Hado stepped forward, his arms spread wide. His wand levitated and burst into a red glow. Instead of dispersing elsewhere, all the red light entered the bodies of the seven werewolves.

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After receiving the red light, the seven werewolves howled in succession, growing in size, and their aura rapidly climbed. In less than two breaths, Gai Jiutian could clearly sense that the aura of three of them was infinitely close to his own.

Was this a secret technique?

What kind of secret technique could instantly elevate the strength of seven werewolves by a level? At this moment, Gai Jiutian’s heart skipped a beat. The Northern Border’s understanding of Mingbei was far too limited.

"I didn’t want to use this, but you’ve forced me."

To Gai Jiutian, the realm

Never mattered much. How combatant he was all depended on how much Blood Qi he could release.

If other people’s bodies harbored Heart Demons, then within Gai Jiutian’s body resided a Blood Demon, a terror without bounds. It bestowed upon Gai Jiutian unimaginable strength.

The more Blood Qi, the crazier he became until he fell into becoming a Blood Demon.

The falling snow from the sky seemed stained with a layer of blood-red. Gai Jiutian, with his eyes closed, opened them to reveal a brilliant scarlet light. At this moment, his aura reached an unprecedented extremity.

How strong was he at this moment?

Gai Jiutian no longer knew. When the Blood Qi released from his body reached a level beyond his control, he ceased to be the Gai Jiutian of the past; he became a killing fiend.

All of this, he had no other choice!

Even if it meant dying in battle, even if he became a frenzied demon, he could not let himself be caught by these people, to be used to constrain the Northern Border or to constrain Ye Feng.

In fact, Gai Jiutian understood well that the man’s heart was actually very fragile. Those who have been through a hundred battles crave warmth more than anyone and value that sentiment even more.

You and I are the same!

When the boundless Blood Qi surged to the heavens, Ye Feng, who was far away, sensed it.

Gai Jiutian!

Looking at the terrifying column of Blood Qi that shot straight into the sky, Ye Feng’s eyes instantly reddened. He couldn’t hear anything else and rushed madly toward it.

"Sausage Sister, what is that?"

Simultaneously, Long Nannan and the others also came out. The girl, who was not afraid of heaven or earth, felt some inexplicable trepidation looking at the Blood Qi in the distance.

"I don’t know."

Feng Yuan shook her head.

Strong, an incredibly powerful presence. Even Feng Yuan, who had reached the Divine Communication Stage, didn’t want to face the owner of that aura.

"Protect her well."

Cao Yi looked deeply at Feng Yuan. He hadn’t noticed this hidden woman before. After speaking, he chased after Ye Feng.

"Oh God of Nature!"

"He’s not a Blood Eater; he’s a vessel for the Blood Demon. Which bastard cast this curse? Hado, run, and don’t look back."

As Gai Jiutian’s aura soared, the masked man’s visor shattered, revealing a weathered old man with white hair. He gripped his magic wand firmly, a blue light shot out and enveloped Hado. The latter’s body uncontrollably fled into the distance.

Escape?

Just then, Gai Jiutian’s gaze followed that receding blue light, his expression utterly devoid of emotion. Suddenly, he sliced down with his sword.

A blood-colored Sword Qi swept across, cleaving through mountains as if with divine might, reaching its target in an instant.

"No!"

Watching the shattered blue light, the elder cried out heart-wrenchingly, but his cry also drew Gai Jiutian’s attention.

A surge of blood-colored Sword Qi erupted from within.

The Great Snow Mountain, hundreds of meters high, lost half its mass in an instant, and along with it disappeared the seven werewolves and the elder.

The air was tinged with a faint scent of fresh blood, but this was nothing compared to the rich Blood Qi emanating from Gai Jiutian’s body.

"Kill!"

Gai Jiutian’s gaze fixed on the Mingbei lands.

For some reason, there was a voice in Gai Jiutian’s heart calling him relentlessly to head north.

Even though his heart aimed south, why go north?

A moment of confusion flashed across his face, but in the next second, the Black Blood Sword turned into the Blood Red Sword, shooting towards the north, with Gai Jiutian standing on the sword.

Sword go!

Wherever the sword goes, so shall I, slaughtering all in my path, gods or buddhas alike.