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

As the duel between Ye Feng and Cui Youya concluded, the host Zhao Gongming announced the next match, featuring a young man in white from one of the Four Great Ancient Clans, the Bu Family, and a prodigy from the Buddhist Sect of Ancient Martial Arts.

However, the young man in white still had a nonchalant look on his face as he stepped onto the stage, and even paused when he reached Ye Feng, turning his head to look at him and grinning, "You really surprised me, but fortunately, you’ve only taken half a step and haven’t come into your own yet!"

His mention of taking "half a step," while unclear to outsiders and even causing Boss Cao Yi and Second Sect Leader Shi Yehong to be confused, was understood by both Ye Feng and Hong Qingyan.

Ye Feng remained seated and simply replied with a faint smile, "Don’t be so quick to boast, wait until you can walk off the stage successfully later before you say such things to me. You don’t have that privilege yet."

The young man from the Bu Family laughed mockingly, shook his head, and said, "I must say, in the Mortal World, you’re the only one who dares to talk to me like this, but soon I’ll make you realize that your so-called confidence will collapse just like a breached dam!"

After saying this, the young man in white no longer paid attention to Ye Feng or waited for him to respond. He took a large swig from his wine gourd and leapt onto the stage in a swift motion.

At the same time, the disciple of the Buddhist Sect soared up as well. In contrast to the white-clad youth, this disciple looked rather simple and even a bit blockheaded, with a round face coupled with a bald head, giving him the appearance of a wooden-headed person indeed.

Of course, being among the top four, no one present believed this disciple of the Buddhist Sect was a fool.

The disciple wore a dark red monk robe. His body was large but seemed somewhat bulky. Yet in his hands, he held Buddha beads that emitted a faint scarlet glow under the sunlight, making it clear they were no ordinary item.

"This must be a magic artifact, and very likely, an extremely powerful one!" Boss Cao Yi suddenly chimed in, then turned to Ye Feng and asked, "Younger Brother Ye, which of the two do you think will come out victorious in the end?"

Ye Feng answered with a slight smile, "That disciple from the Buddhist Sect, although he has a hefty Qi Force and appears to have cultivated their robust Body Refinement Technique, it’s a pity he’s met this white-clad youth. I’m afraid his technique won’t prove to be very effective!"

Second Sect Leader Shi Yehong also asked, "This Buddhist Sect prodigy has already reached the peak of the Fourth Realm of Divine Path, and that young man in white appears to be at the peak of the Martial King Realm. Could it be that this isn’t even a contest?"

Ye Feng responded teasingly, "Am I not at the peak of the Martial King Realm myself? And wasn’t Cui Youya just at the Peak of the Fourth Realm of the Divine Path? Could he defeat me?"

Shi Yehong fell silent, and although Boss Cao Yi wanted to ask more, by that time, Ye Feng had slowly closed his eyes, thus Cao swallowed the words he had at the tip of his tongue.

For some reason, just as he looked at Ye Feng, Boss Cao Yi had suddenly experienced an inexplicable palpitation, seemingly intimidated by the imperceptible aura emanating from Ye Feng.

"Indeed, new waves drive on the old ones. There was a time when this young man had already reached ahead of me, even far surpassing my own progress. Ning Wuya indeed wasn’t mistaken in his judgment," thought Boss Cao Yi to himself, with a silent sigh.

There were times when the Old Northern King Ning Wuya was still around, and Boss Cao Yi would often visit the Northern Border to drink with him. Back then, Ye Feng was still very immature, occasionally even seeking advice from him on matters of Martial Arts Study. But now, this fellow had actually made him feel a sense of trembling astonishment, and Boss Cao couldn’t help but muse over it.

At that moment, Ye Feng had entered a state of clear awareness, oblivious of the reactions from Cao Yi and the Zhou People. With time of the essence and the white-clad youth being exceptionally strong, he needed to utilize every possibility to enhance his own strength.

Now having advanced to the final two, his prestige had increased again, and a massive amount of Xuan Qi emerged from the first layer of Technique of the Divine Path Heavenly Edict. Ye Feng thought it would be a good time to absorb it.

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As his mind stirred, his entire Sea of Consciousness suddenly churned, and the Xuan Qi from the Heavenly Edict Scroll rapidly flowed out. Some of it was used to clear his Acupoints, while the rest was employed in refining the Qi Force within them.

Up to this point, Ye Feng had already cleared over 350 Acupoints, yet there was still no end in sight. He didn’t even know how many more Acupoints he could clear within his body. But this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; after all, the more Acupoints he cleared, the stronger his Combat Power and the more solid his foundation would be.

Ye Feng understood a cultivation phenomenon from helping Hong Qingyan practice. For those Ancient Daoist Cultivators, during the Foundation Establishment Stage, which is the stage of building one’s foundation before entering the Golden Core Great Dao, the more solid and robust the foundation, the higher and further one could go in the future.

Of course, as things stood now, having too many Acupoints and powerful Qi Force was quite troublesome for Ye Feng. If he wanted to transform all the Qi Force in his body into Qi Essence, and even further refine and transform it into Spirit Essence, he undoubtedly needed more time and a greater amount of Xuan Qi.

"A thousand-mile journey begins with a single step; I can only take it one step at a time!" Ye Feng mused to himself. The cultivation continued, and as the Xuan Qi kept flowing in, the Acupoints in his body were unblocked one by one. He was fortunate to have the Technique of the Divine Path Heavenly Edict; otherwise, the speed of opening up Acupoints in his body would not have been as fast.

Finally, when the number of acupoints Ye Feng had opened in his body reached four hundred, his body suddenly underwent a transformation. The four hundred acupoints abruptly connected in a line, and in that moment, Ye Feng felt as if his entire being had been sublimated.

What shocked him even more was that, as these four hundred acupoints were connected, a sword suddenly appeared in his lower dantian—a majestic and authoritative Sword of the King with an overwhelming aura.

"What is this..." Ye Feng was immensely shocked, but he quickly realized, "This must be the martial skill that accompanies the magic technique when cultivating to the point of opening four hundred acupoints. The Sword of the King, truly a domineering name, and it seems even more powerful than the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon!"

"Excellent, with this Sword of the King, my combat power has surged once again!" Ye Feng rejoiced inwardly, but maintained a calm exterior. To anyone observing, it would seem as though he was simply closing his eyes to rest, completely unaware that he was cultivating and that his strength had made a monumental leap.

There was still plenty of Xuan Qi left, but at this point, Ye Feng no longer used it to open acupoints. After reaching four hundred, he had clearly hit a bottleneck and needed to stabilize them before continuing to cultivate and open more.

Moreover, the showdown on the arena was about to start. So, Ye Feng diverted a portion of his mind and spirit to keep an eye on the platform while secretly using the remaining Xuan Qi to enhance the level of his Qi Force within his body.

At this moment, the prodigy of the Buddhist Sect on the stage brought his hands together and announced his Buddhist chant, saying, "This humble monk is Wu Zheng. May I inquire the esteemed name of the benefactor?".

The young man in white from the Bu Family still had a faint smile on his face as he replied, "I’ve already said earlier, you lot are not worthy to know my name!"

It must be said that this young man in white was very arrogant. It was one thing to speak like that to Zhang Wenyuan, but now he was facing one of the top four prodigies of the Buddhist Sect, Wu Zheng, and was still so disdainful, without the slightest regard for his opponent.

However, having good cultivation in Buddhist teachings, Monk Wu Zheng did not get angry. He nodded and said, "The benefactor speaks truly, a name is but a codename, there is no need to know it. This is indeed an attachment I have harbored."

This response actually made the young man in white feel somewhat uncomfortable. He huffed lightly, "I’ve heard that your Buddhist Sect has an extremely profound ancient body refining technique called Arhat Golden Body. Have you cultivated it?"

Monk Wu Zheng brought his hands together and replied, "This humble monk does not excel, and although I have cultivated it, it is only superficially. I beseech the benefactor to show mercy in the forthcoming exchange!"

The young man in white immediately grew impatient and waved his hand, saying, "Enough, don’t keep beating around the bush. This Arhat Golden Body, even during the Ancient Era, was renowned for its ability to withstand a cultivator’s strength with just one’s own body. Now, show it to me!"

Monk Wu Zheng, sincere as he was, nodded immediately, "Since the benefactor has specifically requested it, I shall not decline!"

As soon as he spoke, Monk Wu Zheng’s loose monk robe billowed without wind, his body emitting streaks of golden light, appearing to grow significantly taller as if an Arhat Golden Body had descended to earth.

The young man in white glanced over and shook his head slightly, "Indeed, you’ve only cultivated the superficial layer. It seems the Arhat Golden Body of your Buddhist Sect might not have anyone who has cultivated it to Great Perfection."

At this point, even Monk Wu Zheng, no matter how good his temperament, could not help but get angry. Annoyed, he said, "The benefactor really does have a high opinion of himself. Since that is the case, let me experience your outstanding skill!"

Before even finishing his sentence, he charged like a dragon or a tiger, each step causing the ground to tremble, reflecting the terrifying strength of his flesh body.

However, at that moment, the young man in white still stood his ground, not even deigning to glance at the opposition. As Wu Zheng was about to charge at him, he threw a punch also using the power of his flesh body.

Bang!

At the clash of the fist edge, a thunderous explosion resonated, a massive wave dispersed in all directions, and along with it, Monk Wu Zheng was sent stumbling back, nearly falling off the platform.

With just one punch, the young man in white had overwhelmed his opponent, using the power of his flesh body as well—indeed, a shockingly powerful display.

At that time, Hong Qingyan couldn’t help asking, "Big Brother Ye, this person has such a strong power in his flesh body, could it be that he also cultivated some body refinement technique?"

Having just used up all his Xuan Qi, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes and shook his head, "No, he hasn’t cultivated any body refinement techniques. It’s just that his foundation is very solid, which is why the strength of his flesh body appears so formidable."