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

Mountains have the Five Sacred Mountains, the country has the Imperial Capital.

In the vast lands of Xuanyuan Nation, people could fail to name all the Five Sacred Mountains, but the words ’Imperial Capital’ were as familiar as a household meal, known to everyone except for those young children who had yet to understand the ways of the world.

How many young people had spent their lives yearning to travel north, dreaming of establishing themselves in the Imperial Capital? And if they were lucky enough to take root there, it would be a matter of great honor for their ancestors.

And how many heads of the wealthy families spent their lives doing the same thing, striving to plant their family’s roots in the Imperial Capital? In Xuanyuan Nation, how could a family be considered great if it didn’t have a place in the Imperial Capital?

The Imperial Capital was vast.

So vast that even two of the Southern River Region Jiangnan capitals would not compare to its expanse. How could one dare to marvel at the other peaks from the Tai Mountain Summit without having been there, and how could one presume to speak of no other city in the world without having visited the Imperial Capital?

The Imperial Capital!

In its name, the character for ’emperor’ led the way, signifying both the capital of Xuanyuan Nation and an ambition to lead the world. The origins of the Imperial Capital included it being the Ancient Capital of Six Dynasties, but to bear the ’emperor’ character to the present day without a hint of decline hinted at the profound secrets it kept, not revealed to outsiders.

A center of power, a political hub, a nexus where grand ambitions converged—the Imperial Capital indeed!

As the Northern Border King, although the Imperial Capital lay in the north, Ye Feng had actually visited only a handful of times. Others longed to live there, to establish roots within.

Yet this Northern Border King held no such desire; in fact, he could come and go to the Imperial Capital as he pleased.

To Ye Feng’s eyes, the vast Imperial Capital was more like an enormous bird’s nest.

It attracted "birds" from all directions within Xuanyuan to nest there, to build it up, to aid in its rise, and in the end, it bound them one by one, using them as nourishment for its own growth, until it cast them off mercilessly.

Those living in the Imperial Capital were all too easily caught up in their own "imperial dreams."

Afternoon.

Hong Yuting, meticulously dressed, headed to the Grand Club for work as usual, unabated by any sense of weariness.

In the month since she had arrived in the Imperial Capital, she had truly changed a lot. Our Jiangdu’s Hong Family young lady, used to being waited on hand and foot, had actually learned to go to a job.

Of course, Hong Yuting had her reasons for doing so.

As one of the rarer sought-after socialites of Jiangdu, she understood well how society was stratified. What kind of people would have what kind of circles, and well-known young ladies and gentlemen would not deign to frequent the same entertainment venues as the common folk. They had their own private party locales.

Nearly a month’s efforts had brought Hong Yuting some achievements. At least the Nebula Club where she worked was one of the places where the noble young ladies frequently spent their time, and she, too, had become a star of the entire Nebula Club.

"Yu Ting, good morning! You’re here early today," a fashionably dressed woman in crystal high-heels greeted Hong Yuting with a smile. Her name was Xie Ziyan, and like Hong Yuting, she was also a popular figure.

"It’s nice out. I came to unwind a bit," Hong Yuting glanced at her, not giving Xie Ziyan much acknowledgment, but also not wanting to be too offensive.

The women who worked here were never truly friends with one another. Here, they all shared the same objective: to find a distinguished gentleman.

Put plainly, they were each other’s competitors.

And like them, the ones who stood out were not ordinary. Placed in their hometowns, none would be viewed as trivial figures.

Take Xie Ziyan, for instance, she hailed from Salt City of the Eastern Border. Her family was ranked among the top three there, comparable to the powerful families in Jiangdu like the Dragon, Lei, and Fu families.

"Indeed, it’s beautiful weather," Xie Ziyan said, brushing off the interaction with a smile, not at all troubled. If it weren’t for Hong Yuting being more popular than her, she wouldn’t bother cozying up to someone showing her the cold shoulder.

So full of herself!

With that, the two went their separate ways.

Not long after, a string of statuesque beauties arrived, each dressed distinctively. The Nebula Club employed many, but only those like Hong Yuting, who had the credentials to entertain distinguished guests, really needed to exude an air of elegance.

For to those at such a level, beauty was commonplace and what they often sought was elegance; and that provided the opportunity for these sought-after ladies.

"Ladies, I have fantastic news. Young Master Han of the Han Family is going to host a banquet here, inviting many. I have only one demand: do not mess it up,"

"Otherwise, no matter your backgrounds, just try leaving the Imperial Capital alive afterward," declared a woman in a cheongsam, her voice growing tense with warning.

"Don’t worry, Aunt Yun!"

"Us sisters will definitely take good care of the guests, right?" Xie Ziyan stood up and took the lead.

In the Imperial Capital, there were many with the Han surname, but there was only one true Han Family among the Eight Great Families of the Imperial Capital. And only the Han Family could warrant such serious instructions from Aunt Yun.

"Of course! Aunt Yun can rest easy,"

"We won’t let you down,"

"Aunt Yun, don’t worry, we know what to do,"

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Including Hong Yuting, the nine top beauties all voiced their assurance, each secretly thrilled within. An encounter with a figure like Young Master Han of the Han Family could take years to come by.

This was an excellent opportunity!

"Yu Ting, the Han Family originates from the south, and in these years, they’ve not seldom sent people down to the ancestral homes. Young Master Han still harbors some fondness for the south, so you make sure to perform well," advised Aunt Yun.

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Aunt Yun’s words undoubtedly gave Hong Yuting a tremendous surprise.

With a smile, she said,

"Rest assured, Aunt Yun, I know what to do."

The Han Family, Young Master Han!

Hong Yuting had not forgotten her purpose for coming to the Imperial Capital; she wanted to make Ye Feng pay, and to stand up to someone like Ye Feng, she had to belong to an existence at or above the level of the Eight Great Families.

Envious glances were cast towards Hong Yuting one after another, there was no helping it, for proximity to power granted favor.

"Well, I’ll go make arrangements first, and leave the rest to you all."

After Aunt Yun gave her instructions one more time, she finally left.

Han Yu of the Han Family, also known as the Young Master Han mentioned by Aunt Yun, did not disappoint the nine beauties.

As night fell, Han Yu, accompanied by a group of distinguished-looking nobles, successively entered the Nebula Club.

The one in the lead had a melon-seed face, with delicately tender features like a woman’s, a well-defined three-dimensional face, and a slightly prominent nose—at first glance, enticing with an air of wicked charm, and eyes that sparkled like the Star River.

This man was none other than Han Yu, a bona fide handsome man and, of course, also the archetype of a pretty boy as commonly described.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are all free to enjoy the evening in any way you like, no need to mind me."

Having dropped an opening statement that also served as a closing remark, Han Yu, accompanied by several elegant young men, turned and headed for the private room previously arranged by Aunt Yun. Explore more at NovelBin.Côm

"Among you, who is the one from the South that Aunt Yun mentioned?"

Nine beauties, lined up in a row, stood in front of Han Yu, all summoned to cater to the group of young gentlemen.

"Young Master Han, it’s me."

"My name is Hong Yuting, from Jiangdu of the Southern River Region Jiangnan Province. Young Master Han is indeed a man of outstanding appearance, destined for greatness. Taking the liberty, I’d like to propose a toast to Young Master Han first, and drink in your honor."

She opened the bottle, poured a glass, and then downed it in one go.

Hong Yuting appeared graceful and unrestrained, and during the whole process, everyone in the room watched her silently.

"Good, gentle yet generous, come sit by my side."

Only after Hong Yuting finished drinking did Han Yu clap his hands. Suddenly, a series of cheers erupted throughout the private room.

However, Han Yu showed no intention of touching his glass.

"You, come next to me."

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One by one, the beauties were selected by the men present. Counting them, there were seven people who could join Han Yu in this private room, aside from him.

"Brother Han, you didn’t call us brothers here today just for fun, did you?"

After some raucousness, the slightly overweight man on Han Yu’s left tentatively spoke up.

This man was named Liang Mo, the eldest young master of the Liang Family, and also Han Yu’s most loyal supporter.

"What, can’t this young master invite you guys out just for fun because I’m in a good mood?"

Han Yu asked with feigned depth.

"Of course, of course you can!"

"Brother Han, what happy occasion have you encountered? Share the joy with us too."

Following the agreement, another person spoke up, and everyone perked up their ears.

"Actually, it’s nothing much. It’s just that today, I finally am able to wear the ninth cloud badge."

Han Yu casually placed one hand on Hong Yuting’s thigh, an indescribable pride on his face.

"Congratulations to Brother Han on becoming a Great Grandmaster!"

Clearly, everyone present knew what the nine cloud badges meant.

In the Martial Alliance, martial artists of levels one to nine wear colorful ribbons, but once their Inner Strength reaches the Grandmaster Level, their chest adornments change to cloud badges.

Nine cloud badges signified that Han Yu was now a Great Grandmaster of the Five Qi Returning to Origin Level.

One more step, and he would reach Nine Return to One, the Martial King Realm.

"Young Master Han, achieving such an amazing feat at such a young age must have required enduring no small amount of hardship, right?"

Hong Yuting did not refuse the hand on her thigh, but instead placed her own hand on top of it, showing an extremely tender expression.

She had thought it through; simply congratulating Han Yu was not enough to catch his attention. While seeing his brilliance, she also needed to acknowledge the hardships behind his success.

"Just average, everyday diligent practice; one must endure the bitter to become better than the rest. I’ve not had many chances to hang out with you all, so I called you out to have fun tonight."

Han Yu cast a meaningful glance towards Hong Yuting with his large hand. @@novelbin@@

Sure enough, she’s from the South!

Gentle and bold, she was not short on schemes either. He then took Hong Yuting’s hand in his own. Since this woman was intent on climbing up, he didn’t mind indulging in a little game.

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