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

Winter also has its sunshine.

For several days in a row, the Imperial Capital was blessed with good weather—the sun hung in the sky, and the long-missed sunlight, though not as fervent as in June, caressed faces like a mother’s touch, bringing an indescribable comfort and warmth.

The snow, too, was silently and stealthily melting away.

With the year coming to an end and the weather being so fine, the number of people traveling to the Imperial Capital to visit relatives or for sightseeing substantially increased.

The entire Imperial Capital can be divided into an Inner Capital and an Outer Capital. Along various provincial roads and through numerous toll stations, once you pass a milestone marked with the character "Jing," you are considered to have entered the Imperial Capital.

This merely represents the Outer Capital, which is divided into Seven Counties. As you move from one county to the next, each becomes more bustling and its people more affluent and of higher social status. Countless youths from within Xuanyuan Nation, even if they spend their whole lives struggling to work within a single county, are ultimately just passing through.

Beyond the Seven Great Counties lies the Inner Capital. In ancient times, the Inner Capital was widely known by another prestigious name, "Purple Thorn City." Nowadays, however, more and more people have forgotten that title. The words "Purple Thorn City" now only live in the memories of some elderly who have experienced many months.

Dongyang Gate.

The most direct boundary between the Inner and Outer Capitals is the grand gate that still looms at the outskirts of the Inner Capital. Today, the walls that once connected the four great gates have long been demolished. The solitary and imposing Stone Gate, aside from bearing witness to the Great River of Time and now serving as a symbol, seems to have no other significance.

And among them is Dongyang Gate.

Dongyang Gate, which on normal days is bustling with carriages and pedestrians, now appears unusually desolate. The road is sparsely populated, and people move hastily. Anyone with discernment knows that this signifies either the travel of a high-ranking official or someone entering the capital.

To the People of the Imperial Capital, accustomed to these occurrences, it’s just a matter of stepping aside when such things happen. With so many dignitaries inside the Inner Capital, who would bother to keep track of them all without growing weary?

However, this only applies to ordinary people. For some, they take a particular interest in monitoring such activities.

Leaves whirled in the breeze and the empty road all at once grew heavy with an aura of chill and silence. Several domestic cars slowly approached, surrounded by an eerie absence of any other vehicles.

The VIP was inside the cars, and the direction in which the convoy was traveling was inward, not outward.

Just when people thought the cars would pass through directly, they stopped in front of Dongyang Gate, and then the car doors opened.

A young man in a General’s Robe stepped out.

After more than half a year, I return to the capital uninvited.

The man who alighted the vehicle was none other than the Northern Border King, Ye Feng. He looked up quietly at the ancient Stone Gate towering twenty meters high before him and gradually curved his lips into a smile.

A smile brings the harsh North Wind!

For some reason, when onlookers saw the young general’s smile, an inexplicable chill crept into their hearts. Was that smile not brimming with murderous intent?

"What’s wrong?"

Hong Qingyan asked softly. She had never seen Ye Feng reveal such a side before.

That cold murderous aura dispelled the sunshine, sending a chill through her heart. What was most important was that all these people, one after another, bore the same expression.

The air was thick with the intent to kill!

"Half a year ago, I brought four of my guards and eight hundred of the finest warriors selected from the Eight Legions into the capital. What do you think happened to me?"

Ye Feng’s smile faded as his expression turned sorrowful.

"Them?"

Hong Qingyan looked at Ye Feng incredulously, feeling a sudden and even greater chill in her heart. Yes.

Guards!

She had never seen Ye Feng with any guards, knowing only that her grandfather was one of Ye Feng’s protectors when he was a legion commander. According to Xiao Chuanqi, each of the Eight Legion commanders had two personal guards, and Ye Feng, as the Northern Border King...

How could he not have any?

"It was right in front of this gate that a group of mysterious people appeared. They didn’t use guns nor carry ammunition, attacking us without questioning and all I could do was watch as they fell before me. Do you know what they told me to convince me to flee?"

Ye Feng spoke through clenched teeth:

"They said that if the king died, they would be powerless and unable to take revenge for me and the many brothers who had died; but if I lived, I would be able to seek vengeance for them in the future."

So in that battle, Ye Feng fled.

Four guards and eight hundred warriors desperately defended and fell one by one on this broad avenue. In the months since, Ye Feng knew that many were saying he was a beaten dog. He wasn’t angry about it because that battle...

Was indeed humiliating!

"Did no one survive?"

Hong Qingyan’s face was likewise filled with sorrow. She had witnessed the Northern Border Soldiers steadfastly holding their posts in the most severe weather.

Why should such a group of people meet such an end?

"Assaulting royalty is no small crime; those attackers would not leave a single survivor."

Xiao Chuanqi spoke up quietly from behind.

In that battle, a total of eight hundred and four warriors perished in combat, with no one surviving even though Ye Feng escaped.

It was a blood feud, no doubt, and only a blood debt could settle it!

"Why did it have to be like this?"

Hong Qingyan gripped Ye Feng’s hand tightly, overwhelmed with pain.

Why did such cruel and inhumane events occur in this seemingly peaceful nation?

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"Wounds may heal, but the pain endured is never forgotten. Qingyan, if in the future I put you in a difficult situation, I can only apologize. The vendetta of eight hundred and four brothers, if I do not avenge it, I will never find peace in this life."

Ye Feng gently pulled Hong Qingyan into his arms.

Have you seen this?

Watching this scene, Xiao Chuanqi’s expression was incredibly complicated. The king had returned, and he had returned for revenge.

But why don’t I want him to do this?

No one knew that at this moment, the Sword Spirit that had mysteriously appeared within Xiao Chuanqi silently split into two.

A blade crimson as blood, symbolizing slaughter.

Another dark as ink, firm as a boulder, symbolizing guardianship.

Speechless and choked with emotion!

Hong Qingyan did not speak, only nodded her head with difficulty. Ye Feng had arrived with a body full of killing intent, and surely, many in this Imperial Capital would die.

"Let’s go. We can pay our respects after the vengeance is done."

"To think I even considered that those people might show themselves again, seems like I overestimated them."

Looking around, all was calm.

Ye Feng glanced at the ground beneath his feet, silently pulled Hong Qingyan back to the carriage, cleaned off the bloodstains. But did you think the sins you committed could also be washed away?

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Not coming!

Then wait for me to find each and every one of you, and show no mercy in killing you.

In total, six carriages carrying fewer than twenty people altogether passed slowly through Dongyang Gate without incident, thereafter moving on swiftly.

Ye Feng had come!

The moment Ye Feng passed through the Dongyang Gate, inside the Inner Capital, those who truly mattered received news at once. Some were pleased, others anticipatory, while some showed derision, and still others were filled with undisguised killing intent.

Utility Pavilion!

As the most mysterious organization within the Xuanyuan Nation, Utility Pavilion actually saw quite a few visitors every day. These visitors, all dressed in strange attire, exuded an aura between their brows that revealed them as martial practitioners. The mystery of the Utility Pavilion only pertained to those outside its walls.

The entire Utility Pavilion was evidently a Great Sect.

As for the twelve Guardian Sect Leaders within Xuanyuan Nation, to put it plainly, they were just the holders of power within their Sects.

Suddenly, a streak of light, swift as a shooting star, descended from the sky towards Utility Pavilion.

"Guess who’s come this time?"

Within the Utility Pavilion, Grand Sect Leader Zhao Gongming watched the sky with interest, showing no intention to take action, as if his expression conveyed,

Come on, hurry up and make your move!

"Guess my ass, we’ll know once they’re here."

Second Sect Leader Shi Yehong said with a curled lip.

"After being blocked once you’d think they’d have the sense not to try a second time. Pff, Second, tell me, can you still tolerate this? Do you even want to?"

The Grand Sect Leader turned to the Second Sect Leader, looking righteously indignant.

"Whoever tolerates it is the king of turtles."

The Second Sect Leader stated firmly.

Aren’t these words like scolding oneself?

The Grand Sect Leader suddenly felt a toothache, then with profound seriousness, said, "Old Second, do you know the purpose of our visitor?"

"Others may not know Ning Wuya is your disciple, but how could I, the Grand Sect Leader, not be aware? Your grandstudent has been bullied by others, tell me, as his master, can you stand by and watch? Do you want to fight?"

He looked at the Great Seal on the table and beckoned it into his hand.

"Get him!"

The Second Sect Leader didn’t even glance at the Great Seal and instantly soared into the sky.

"I wasn’t finished talking. At least it’s a pseudo-divine artifact. You really don’t want the Kongtong Seal I’m offering, for free? Rich people really are different."

This was more like it!

The Grand Sect Leader became animated, weighing the Kongtong Seal in his hands, lifting and lowering it.

"Give it here."

The Second Sect Leader returned briefly.

"And here I thought you really didn’t want it."

The Great Seal suddenly shrank in size and flew into the Second Sect Leader’s sleeve. Such a versatile brick that could be used for stamping and, when necessary, hitting people, was indeed a desirable treasure.

It’s a bit hard to part with it!

The Second Sect Leader charged once more towards the streak of light.

"Second, I only said you could use it against our enemy, don’t you dare pocket it for yourself."

"Of course. Those who dare to flaunt their martial prowess on the grounds of Utility Pavilion—if you can kill that bastard, the Kongtong Seal is yours."

Without shedding blood, making an example, how can we ever intimidate them?

The Grand Sect Leader’s narrowed eyes gradually grew colder, for he had heard the words that Ye Feng spoke in front of Dongyang Gate.

Meanwhile, at the General’s Mansion in the Imperial Capital, a burly man with two Purple Gold Hammers strapped to his waist made a visit. His way of visiting was direct, even rude.

With one punch, the metal gates shattered into pieces.

Yet, this burly man had no intention of stepping into the General’s Mansion. He stood with hands akimbo right in the middle, neither advancing nor retreating.

He only blocked the way!

"Battle Maniac from Tang Sect, Tang Nuhuo?"

Soon after, a middle-aged man dressed in a general’s robe emerged, carrying a large saber on his back.

"By daylight, nobody goes out for the next three days."

To hell with you!

Before Tang Nuhuo could finish speaking, the middle-aged man drew his saber.