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

How far is it for a martial artist to progress from Martial King to entering the Divine Path?

There's no straightforward answer to this question; it varies from person to person, including both internal and external factors. Internally, it refers to the martial artist's talent and willingness to diligently train and study. Take, for example, a prodigy born with unobstructed governor and conception vessels—if they neglect their martial arts practice every day, how could they possibly improve?

Externally, it's about cultivation techniques and the environment in which one trains. One of the reasons martial sects exist is to legitimately control exceptional training grounds. Furthermore, many hands make light work—some wish to learn martial arts while others aim to reach greater heights, focusing solely on their cultivation without minding mundane affairs.

Thus, they need others to take care of such matters for them. Setting aside the matter of legacy, the real beneficiaries of all the branch sects and their likes are always those standing at the very top.

In summary, progressing from Martial King to the Divine Path requires one to gradually fill and expand their energy reserves, step by step. People often say that those below the Martial King are mere ants, but becoming a Martial King is merely a key to the gate leading to the strongest.

For those with both favorable internal and external conditions, the journey from Martial King to Divine Path is much easier and faster compared to others. But even the most talented individuals could not complete it in just a year or two.

Ye Feng obviously was not aware of this fact, and moreover, he was not some kind of "Divine Path" being.

However, Xiao Chuanqi and Leng Wuming were dumbfounded. To put it bluntly, how long had it been since they became Martial Kings?

Wait, that's not right!

Xue Chengbi, who also seemed to be in the Martial King Realm, was badly beaten by someone in the Enlightenment Realm of the Divine Path. Was that something a Martial King could do?

"Where is your sword?"

Xiao Chuanqi came to his senses and asked Leng Wuming.

The sword, of course, wasn't referring to any Fiery Sun Blade, but to that little something hidden inside Leng Wuming's body.

"I can't wield it as casually as you do,"

From Leng Wuming's brow, a fiery red blade flew out instantly. On closer inspection, it was none other than a miniaturized version of the Fiery Sun Blade.

It seems there are still some differences from his own!

Xiao Chuanqi figured it out at a glance. No wonder Leng Wuming found it strenuous to use; it turns out that the Blade Spirit wasn't his own, not like the two small swords inside his own body that he could control at will.

"The Vice Governor's Black Blood Sword, and your Fiery Sun Blade, are no ordinary items."

The Black Blood Sword, the most notorious weapon of the Northern Border.

Gai Jiutian was Ye Feng's predecessor as Chief Legion Commander, and it was not only because the Black Blood Sword in his hands had tasted much blood that made it notorious but also because the sword itself was very eerie—the more it killed, the sharper the bloodstained blade became.

Xiao Chuanqi had more than once considered the fact that Gai Jiutian's rapid descent into devilry might have been assisted by the "contributions" of the Black Blood Sword.

And this Fiery Sun Blade of Leng Wuming, seemingly ordinary, yet if one looked at it for a long while, a burning desire would grow within their heart, the urge to wield it and cut down everything.

"I've always known it's a relic passed down from my ancestors, and I have my own restraint,"

Leng Wuming said calmly, noting the worry in Xiao Chuanqi's eyes.

Is it the person who controls the sword, or the sword that drives the person?

To Leng Wuming, this wasn't something to worry about at all. The Fiery Sun Blade might become something else entirely in another's hands, but in his own, it was simply the weapon he used to dispatch his enemies.

"Shall we practice?"

Xiao Chuanqi suddenly asked, his eyes brimming with a fighting spirit.

When sword meets blade, a contest is inevitable.

He hadn't enjoyed the battle today; he was completely suppressed by others. Regardless, the path to becoming a Divine Path Expert was a long one. Yet, it was essential to enhance his combat power, and the fastest way to do that was to temper himself in battle.

"I'd ask for nothing more,"

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Leng Wuming's figure flashed as he headed straight for the Martial Arts Training Field.

There was a Martial Arts Training Field in the Northern Cloud Residence, though Ye Feng didn't know what the Old Northern King purposed it for. Though small, it was fortunate enough to have a place to fight.

Such fools!

Had he known that the two of them were going to fight again, he wouldn't have bothered checking their wounds. Ye Feng muttered to himself with a low laughter.

Let them fight, then!

As long as he was there, no injury was a concern. It's just that Sima Zhantian and Long Nannan were out playing, otherwise, it could have been even more exciting.

Returning to his room, he found that Hong Qingyan was not there; in the end, Ye Feng could only go alone to the study. His intuition told him that the one hundred and tenth acupoint he had just opened would not be entirely without effect; he had simply not yet noticed it.

…

"Little Martial Uncle, you've finally decided to go out. Where are you going to play today?"

For the past two days, Ye Feng had shut himself in the Northern Cloud Residence. Seeing him heading out now, Long Nannan immediately became excited.

"Nannan, Little Martial Uncle isn't going to play, he's going to meet a friend,"

Ye Feng looked at Long Nannan earnestly.

Oh boy!

She had only been in the Imperial Capital for a few days, and her little cheeks were noticeably plumper. Ye Feng wondered where Sima Zhantian had taken her to feast.

"You're also going to meet a friend. Zhan Tian has been visiting some friends these past two days as well, all sisters, and they've all been so welcoming,"

Long Nannan said with earnest.

How could that be!

Ye Feng looked at Sima Zhantian, feeling utterly confused. Was this guy seriously clueless or pretending to be foolish? Was he really taking Long Nannan to see his old flames?

It was certain that Sima Zhantian was making farewells.@@novelbin@@

But whom did he have to take with him? Of all people, it had to be Long Nannan. Ye Feng could even picture the scene: Sima Zhantian saying a serious goodbye to a girl while Long Nannan, oblivious to the context, tallied yet another "sister."

"I didn't do that; I just said hello and left,"

Seeing the odd look in Ye Feng's eyes, Sima Zhantian hurriedly tried to explain, yet he was still unaware of what he had done wrong.

"Do as you see fit!"

Ye Feng said profoundly. He had no interest in sorting out Sima Zhantian's personal life. He could only say that Sima Zhantian was taking a path where he would be beaten by Feng Yuan, and that seemed increasingly inevitable.

"Who are you going to see?"

Hong Qingyan chuckled with the corners of her mouth, she would certainly understand the implied meaning within those words.

"It has something to do with you, you'll know when we get there,"

Ye Feng said mysteriously.

For this trip, Ye Feng brought only Hong Qingyan, Long Nannan, and Sima Zhantian with him; after all, the Second Sect Leader had said that the Grand Sect Leader had made arrangements before his departure, ensuring that nothing would go wrong in the Inner Capital even if they roamed about freely.

Therefore, it wasn't so important whether there were more or fewer people with him. Moreover, if someone were to take action against him, those below couldn't really be counted on.

An hour later, the group of four finally arrived at their destination.

The headquarters of the Imperial Divine Medical Sect!

"I get it now, that Sister Yu is from the Divine Doctor Sect. Little Martial Uncle, you're here to see her, aren't you? It really does have something to do with Sister Qingyan,"

Outside the gate, Long Nannan spoke out of turn.

"Nannan, your Little Martial Uncle can be considered half a master to her, so it's perfectly normal for him to come and visit,"

Hong Qingyan said with a slightly sour tone.

Normal my ass!

Ye Feng couldn't be bothered to explain; after all, explaining to a woman meant covering up. He smiled lightly and said,

"Let's go, inside!"

The headquarters of the Divine Doctor Sect was actually a medicine tower.

A tower with eleven floors, with a diameter of over six hundred meters, stood tall and stately. Back then, Ye Feng entrusted the founding of the Divine Doctor Sect to a friend, who obviously had followed the style of the Valley of the Medicine God.

Looking up at the main entrance, a golden plaque hung high with four characters inscribed.

"Doctors Have Compassion!"

As Ye Feng looked up at it, a sigh stirred within him.

Traditional medicine, a long and arduous journey!

"Why does this writing look somewhat familiar?"

Hong Qingyan, with a puzzled look on her face, stared at the inscription above.

"Heh!"

"I say, miss, in every branch of the Divine Doctor Sect across the various regions of the Xuanyuan Nation, there is a similar plaque. Your familiarity might stem from seeing it at one of the branches,"

An elderly man in a white robe, passing by, turned back and remarked with emotion.

This was the Divine Doctor Sect!

With countless branches under its name, it was not an academy but surpassed any academy.

"No, I meant the style of writing looks familiar, like someone's handwriting I know,"

Hong Qingyan shook her head.

Who would have thought, her words immediately caused the old man's expression to turn serious; he took a good look at Hong Qingyan. Such a young lady didn't seem like she would seek empty fame, and he said,

"Miss, it's easy to boast without drafting lies. As they say, divine strokes bring spirits to life. The four characters you see here are actually mixed with a sense of righteousness; it's called 'capturing the divine essence from outside the norm.' The person who wrote these characters must be a great master with a heart full of compassion and righteousness."

"I've been working for the Divine Doctor Sect for a good four years. Not only have I never seen the master's authentic work, but I also don't even know which great master's handwriting it is."

Therefore, it was only natural for the old man to think that Hong Qingyan was just trying to impress the crowd.

Uh!

Hong Qingyan blushed as she was spoken to in such a manner. Glancing covertly at Ye Feng, she noticed he was chuckling softly, and at that moment, she had an epiphany.

No wonder it seemed familiar!

Not only did he not speak up for her, but he also had that wicked smile. Hong Qingyan pinched Ye Feng's waist with two fingers.

"Old sir, just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean others haven't,"

Four years, and the Divine Doctor Sect had been established for a total of only five years.

This old man could work at the Imperial Divine Medical Sect headquarters for four years. His medical skills were yet to be known, but his medical ethics must be passable. For such a person, Ye Feng naturally preferred to interact with courtesy.

"That's true, but some things do require seeing to believe,"

The old man did not deny Ye Feng's words, but his tone still conveyed disbelief.

"That's indeed the truth. May I ask for your distinguished surname, sir?"

What, trying to make connections?

"Surname Zhong, name Chulan. I have some pressing matters, so I bid you farewell,"

Being a medical practitioner, he was very robust, quickly disappearing from their sight.

"Husband, it seems your status as a master isn't all that impressive, you're even despised by others,"

Zhong Chulan hurried away, casting a glance at Ye Feng and the others as if he didn't want to associate with them. Hong Qingyan quickly taunted in return.

That'll show you for laughing at me earlier!

"It's normal, it's normal. Such writing, I could easily pull off myself,"

Long Nannan spoke boastfully, in agreement with Hong Qingyan.

"Isn't it good not to know?"

Ye Feng did not elaborate further.

All the warriors under heaven, what need they justify to others? True, he was a doctor, but he was also a commander, the supreme Commander-in-Chief of the Northern Border.