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

Emotion is a familial farce!

Outside the Northern Cloud Residence, the group of disciples from the Utility Pavilion that had just picked themselves up were not feeling great. Ye Feng hadn't dealt them a deadly blow, just a simple lesson, and now aside from Yu Cheng silently feeling lucky, the rest cursed their misfortune.

Just, what kind of background did Ning Weiwei's brother have?

He wasn't old, but his kung fu was incredibly strong. Such a cultivation level, unceremoniously speaking, was not inferior compared to those core disciples of the Utility Pavilion—the Sect Leaders' disciples.

"Close the door, I won't see anyone today."

The wide-open vermilion door was shut with a bang.

This!

"Senior Brother Yu, what should we do now? Our sister is still inside."

Someone immediately addressed Yu Cheng with the question.

Clearly, among the Utility Pavilion disciples, Yu Cheng was undoubtedly the top dog, and his recent actions seemed insufficient to affect his prestige.

"What can we do, are you stupid? Didn't you hear what that man called Weiwei?"

"No matter who he is, we absolutely cannot swallow this insult. Otherwise, not to mention the Utility Pavilion losing face, none of us would be able to lift our heads in the Sect. Call others. Senior Brother Xue just returned from training overseas, didn't he? He and Sister Weiwei joined the Utility Pavilion at the same time, and they are often in contact with a good relationship. He will surely come."

Yu Cheng said through clenched teeth.

He didn't know it, but inside he was secretly pleased. It was better if Xue Chengbi came; it would allow him to kill two birds with one stone. As the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. By then, wouldn't Ning Weiwei have to look at him with new eyes?

"Senior Brother is right. Our reputation is minor; the Sect's reputation is what truly matters. I'll send a message to our brothers in the pavilion right away to inform the Fifth Senior Brother."

A minion of Yu Cheng echoed him immediately after seeing this.

Yan Hongqian wanted to speak up, but seeing everyone nod their heads, she felt powerless and said nothing more, afraid of what might happen once the Fifth Sect Leader arrived.

It would be futile anyway!

From the recent fight, she had the deepest understanding of Ye Feng's strength, which was just the tip of the iceberg. That man unquestionably possessed strength that could match a Divine Path Expert of the Enlightenment Realm.

"Damn you, Xiao Chuanqi!"

Yan Hongqian cursed inwardly, feeling the red marks still vivid on her neck.

"Damn you, Ye Feng!"

Ning Weiwei was also gritting her teeth in secret hatred. After Ye Feng finished shouting, he had left her standing there.

Without saying anything, without asking anything, what exactly was his intention?

After thinking it over, Ning Weiwei picked up her Fine Willow Sword and sullenly followed after Ye Feng. A gentleman may take revenge after ten years, and she was no gentleman—eager for revenge, which is why she had organized people overnight and came knocking the next day.

Don't let me catch an opportunity!

"What do you want to do?"

Hong Qingyan quietly asked, her beautiful eyes occasionally glancing back, surprised that Ning Weiwei was actually following.

"Idiot, don't you know she can hear us talking now?"

Ye Feng looked amusingly at Hong Qingyan and then pointed behind to Ning Weiwei.

A Martial King of high stature, if without even that much audibility, there's no need to talk about the saying that everyone beneath the Martial King is merely an ant.

Hong Qingyan's mouth opened slightly in an embarrassed expression. What could she do? She knew nothing about martial arts and even had a slight limp.

"Say whatever you want. What can she do even if she hears it?"

Ye Feng spoke dismissively.

Hmph!

Behind, Ning Weiwei exhaled heavily through her nostrils. Are you two treating me as if I'm invisible as a couple?

It looked like she couldn't do anything to them after all!

Ning Weiwei calmed her mind and looked curiously at the couple ahead. It was clear that, despite Hong Qingyan taking careful steps, she couldn't conceal the fact that she was lame.

The Northern Border King actually found such a woman?

Ning Weiwei suddenly found it amusing. To be fair, Hong Qingyan was attractive, but not outstandingly so, and her demeanor was far behind those of the other sisters in the Utility Pavilion.

What was more important was that this woman was clearly an ordinary person!

"When you despise her in your heart, have you ever thought about what kind of person your own mother was?"

Ye Feng's keen observation did not miss Ning Weiwei's scornful looks, and he stopped in his tracks.

My mother?

Ning Weiwei suddenly paused, remembering her mother as a very gentle person. The mother and daughter had depended on each other for seven years until a man's actions resulted in her death.

Soon, Ning Weiwei's eyes reddened, and she cried:

"Shut up!"

"Believe it or not, your mother was an ordinary person too."

Yes, an ordinary person!

The wife of the Old Northern King, Ning Wuya, and mother of Ning Weiwei, Su Rina, was just an ordinary pastoral girl. Ye Feng never saw the former Princess Consort, but from the Old Northern King's nostalgic tone, it was clear that she was a very virtuous girl.@@novelbin@@

"I don't want to hear it, and it's none of your business anyway."

Ning Weiwei immediately became agitated.

Yes, just an ordinary person. She recalled a scene from eighteen years ago when her mother, in an attempt to save her, could only bite the enemy's hand in an ordinary human's method. With a sword through the heart and never letting go until death.

"Have you ever thought that your mother might not have wanted him to rescue her?"

Ye Feng sighed heavily inside.

If the Second Sect Leader hadn't mentioned it, he would never have known that eighteen years ago, the Alliance of Four Northern Frontier Countries had invaded the Northern Border of the Xuanyuan Nation. Coincidentally, at that time, some in the nation colluded with those countries, capturing the Old Northern King's wife and daughter.

Home and country!

Choosing the former would mean losing most of the Northern Border, with countless compatriots dying under the enemy's iron hooves; choosing the latter would mean the death of his wife and daughter.

The Old Northern King did indeed make a choice—it was the latter.

"I don't want to listen, I don't want to hear."

Ning Weiwei crouched on the ground, desperately shaking her head like an injured fawn.

A figure silently appeared behind Ning Weiwei, and with a palm strike, knocked her unconscious. The Second Sect Leader caught Ning Weiwei, the sighs of this old man's lifetime seeming to all be used up on this day.

"Back then, Ning Wuya went mad and killed many people."

"Ye Feng, the reason why some people have stood up against you is that they fear you'll become the next Ning Wuya."

The Second Sect Leader looked deeply into Ye Feng's eyes.

That year, not only the Northern Frontier but the imperial capital as well bled much.

"So you mean to say there are still fish that slipped through the net?"

Ye Feng's gaze suddenly turned cold.

"The matter is far more complicated than you think. It's best to ask the Grand Sect Leader about it; he knows much more."

"I will take Weiwei to rest first; there's no need to rush about her matter."

The Second Sect Leader held Ning Weiwei and disappeared in an instant.

There were deeper secrets yet!

Indeed, those who dared to abduct the Old Northern King's wife and daughter, how could they be ordinary people? Ye Feng's gaze grew profound, the next Ning Wuya mentioned by the Second Sect Leader.

What exactly did it mean?

"Did you hear it?"

Hong Qingyan tugged at Ye Feng, bringing him back to his senses.

"Yes!"

Ye Feng nodded; he knew what Hong Qingyan was asking about.

"I want to know too. Tell me about it, and also, the matter of the Old Northern King."

"It seems not too good to tell you about this."

Pressed by Hong Qingyan's gaze, Ye Feng sighed helplessly and had no choice but to share the story the Second Sect Leader had told him.

Afternoon.

A man and a woman came to the Northern Cloud Residence together; the man, with a longsword on his back, had a gloomy and resolute face, and a long scar on his left cheek, which instead of making him seem more sinister, gave him an unusual handsomeness.

As for the woman, she was dressed in a light blue plain long dress, her beautiful hair danced with the wind, and she had a flawless face. Her gaze would inadvertently drift towards the man beside her, revealing a fleeting softness filled with all sorts of tender emotions.

"Senior Brother Xue, Senior Sister Loo!"

Seeing these two people, the disciples of the Utility Pavilion who had been waiting for a while all came forward to greet them, their faces filled with excitement.

Senior Brother Xue Chengbi, a direct disciple of Peerless Ye, the Fifth Sect Leader of the Utility Pavilion.

Senior Sister Loo Xia, a direct disciple of Mo Daoxing, the Seventh Sect Leader of the Utility Pavilion.

Without doubt, these two were the true core disciples of the Utility Pavilion. The ten Grand Sect Leaders of the Utility Pavilion would only take one direct disciple in their lifetime. Three years ago, Xue Chengbi and Loo Xia were already figures of the Martial King Level; their cultivation levels were likely even higher now.

"Is Junior Sister Weiwei inside?"

After some nods and gestures, Xue Chengbi's first question brought a momentary shadow over Loo Xia's eyes.

"Yes, Senior Brother Xue. Not long ago, we heard Weiwei crying inside."

Yu Cheng said with feigned anger.

"How outrageous!"

"Weiwei never had any brothers or sisters, and this person who came out of nowhere is taking advantage without fail, and even dares to bully Weiwei like this."

Xue Chengbi was instantly furious, the longsword on his back "swooshed" into his hand in an instant.

"Senior Brother Xue, please wait."

"When I came here, Master specifically instructed me not to damage a single grass or tree of the Northern Cloud Residence."

Loo Xia hastily tried to stop him.

"Why?"

"Master didn't say."

This answer caused Xue Chengbi to furrow his brows slightly, but soon he said:

"Can't worry about that now. At worst, I'll take the punishment when I go back."

The longsword in Xue Chengbi's hands spun rapidly, with a single wave transforming into a rainbow that flew towards the wooden door.

Bang!

But alas, a faint glimmer of light flashed in front of the door, causing the Flying Sword to fall to the ground. Discover exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

"Old Fifth, your disciple really can hold his own!"

Inside the Utility Pavilion, while practicing martial arts, the Fifth Sect Leader, Peerless Ye, inexplicably heard the Second Sect Leader's message and thought to himself, of course, my disciple can.

That's not right!

The tone didn't sound like praise. The Fifth Sect Leader hesitated for a moment but ultimately did not move; with the Second Brother watching over, it shouldn't escalate into anything serious.

"Indeed not simple. I want to see if, just a door, can stop me, Xue Chengbi."

Xue Chengbi's eyes narrowed, both hands drew the sword back into its sheath, and then Vital Energy began to condense around him incessantly.

This isn't Martial King Level!

Loo Xia was shaken inside; the dense Sword Intent, now pouring out from Xue Chengbi, with that almost real Flying Sword, was not something Martial King Level could condense and refine.

"Ha!"

Xue Chengbi pointed forward, turning into a stream of light that rushed towards the wooden door.

Just then, as he made his move, the wooden door cracked open a sliver and a black smallsword, carrying an unstoppable momentum, charged towards him.

Ting!

A crisp sound faded in an instant; ultimately, Xue Chengbi had the upper hand, knocking the small black sword flying away. However, his body eerily froze just one foot in front of the door.