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

Hong Qingyan’s talent for cultivation was not at all low, she only needed a little guidance from Ye Feng to immediately understand. She nodded slightly and said, "I understand now, Big Brother Ye. So, in the future, we should also try our best to lay a solid foundation during the Foundation Establishment Stage, and not blindly think about entering the Golden Core Great Dao.

Only then can we become even stronger afterward, right?"

Ye Feng nodded and said, "I am relieved that you can understand this. The Foundation Establishment Stage is, in fact, equivalent to the Martial King Realm of ancient martial arts. However, the Foundation Establishment Realm of ancient daoist cultivators is quite different.

If one cultivates to the Great Perfection level in Foundation Establishment, then even martial artists in the Divine Ability Realm of the Martial God Realm might not be able to contend against them!"

"I understand now, Big Brother Ye. I will work hard, and I am not in a rush anyway. Since I don’t have anything else to do right now, I will slowly build my foundation and strive to reach the Great Perfection that you just mentioned, then step into the legendary Golden Core Realm in one go!" Hong Qingyan said with a smile.

In fact, what Hong Qingyan didn’t know was that her tranquil and desireless state of mind and character was exactly what those ancient daoist cultivators needed most and was most in accordance with the mental requirements of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

For most ancient daoist cultivators, it was very difficult to resist the temptation of the immense power of the Golden Core Realm, so it was usually hard to cultivate their foundation to the level of Great Perfection.

Generally, when they were almost there, they would be eager to step into the Golden Core Great Dao, seeking the immense strength and even magical powers that the Golden Core Realm could bring them.

In fact, not just those ancient daoist cultivators, but even the martial artists from the Nine Great Sects of the Ancient Martial World are probably aware of the importance of a solid foundation at the Martial King Realm, especially those old timers who are expected to understand this principle.

But still, they find it difficult to resist the temptation of the immense power brought by the Divine Path Realm.

Therefore, for the vast majority of martial artists, as long as there is a chance, they will definitely choose to enter the Divine Path Realm as soon as possible. Only a minority of people in the world have the willpower to resist it, such as Ye Feng and a few other Heaven’s Proud Sons like Zhang Wenyuan.

Meanwhile, at this moment, Monk Wu Zheng from the Buddhist Sect had already pressed forward with his restless aura. Although the other party’s previous punch was very powerful, fortunately his Arhat Golden Body was not to be underestimated, and he didn’t suffer any substantial damage.

However, Monk Wu Zheng was still quite shocked in his heart and couldn’t help asking, "Could it be that you have also cultivated a powerful Body Refinement Technique? But just now, I didn’t feel any flow of Qi Force from your body, but merely the power of the flesh body!"

The young man from the Bu Family in white clothes sneered faintly and said, "The so-called Body Refinement Techniques are merely sideshows. Only those without talent for cultivation would choose to practice them!" The implication being that, as a cultivator like him, he disdained to practice such external sect techniques.

Monk Wu Zheng became enraged again. After all, he was the Heaven’s Proud Son of the Buddhist Sect and ranked among the top three among the younger generation in the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts. However, he had repeatedly suffered contempt and even insults from the other party, which made him furious.

Monk Wu Zheng’s aura swelled, and a blinding golden light burst from his body once again. Amidst the overflowing golden light, his figure rose and enlarged, giving off an unshakable Vajra presence.

"The Arhat Golden Body of the First Stage is somewhat interesting. However, for me, it still falls far too short!" The white-clothed youth sneered and with a slight tap of his foot, he had already skimmed out.

In the midst of his flight, one hand held a wine gourd, while the other was lightly pressed forward. It didn’t seem to carry much momentum on the surface, as if his hand was flimsy and weak.

However, only a few knowledgeable people could see what was truly happening. Of course, this included Ye Feng. In Ye Feng’s eyes, the hand that the white-clothed youth pushed out was not weak, but the display of an extremely terrifying force.

It was because the white-clothed youth’s control over his own strength had reached the point of mastery. He had even condensed all his strength into a single point without any dispersion, so it appeared plain on the surface. However, when this point exploded, it would surely be earth-shattering and even capable of destroying a small mountain.

Monk Wu Zheng let out a sudden roar and charged out as well, throwing a direct punch with his fist edge towards the front.

As fist and palm collided, an astonishing loud boom erupted once again. Without any suspense, Monk Wu Zheng was once again sent flying by the youth’s strike and even spat out a streak of blood during the backward flight, seemingly severely injured.

"A mere Arhat Golden Body of the First Stage, if it were a Great Perfection Arhat Golden Body, maybe it would be somewhat interesting. As for you now, you are far from qualified!" The white-clothed youth stood in the center of the platform with one hand behind his back, his expression cold and proudly arrogant.

Of course, he had the capital to be arrogant. Everyone in the venue watched him, and for a moment, no one spoke up, clearly intimidated by the youth.

"How... how strong, truly powerful. This guy, truly worthy of coming from one of the legendary Four Great Ancient Clans!" Second Sect Leader Shi Yehong suddenly exclaimed in a deep voice.

Then, Boss Cao, Cao Yi, turned his head and asked, "Younger Brother Ye, tell me honestly, if you face this white-clothed youngster later, do you have confidence you can beat him?" Enjoy exclusive content from NovelBin.Côm

Ye Feng did not directly answer his question, but instead asked, "What are the odds for me against him outside right now?"

Boss Cao, Cao Yi, said, "It seems to be one to ten, one for him to ten for you."

Ye Feng couldn’t help but laugh, slightly shaking his head with a wry smile, "So it seems that the vast majority of people still aren’t optimistic about my chances, huh?"

"Isn’t that obvious!" Cao Yi, Boss Cao, chuckled, "Younger Brother Ye, tell me honestly, if you don’t have any confidence at all, then I might just bet on that lad in white."

Ye Feng looked over at the figure in white on the stage. If it was to say whether he had complete confidence in winning within two minutes, he might not have been entirely sure before, but after cultivating the Sword of the King, he now had absolute assurance of victory.

Thinking this, Ye Feng slightly raised his sword-like eyebrows and smiled, "If you trust me, then bet on me, put all your retirement savings on it. With the odds at ten to one, I believe this time it should be enough to earn a full pot."

However, Boss Cao fell deep into thought. Seeing this, Ye Feng couldn’t help but ask, "What, don’t you trust me?"

Cao Yi quickly replied, "That’s not it. You’re someone I’ve watched grow up since you were a child; of course, I would trust your word. I’m just thinking, the Great General Duantian has a family heirloom, said to be an extremely formidable magic treasure that is not easily revealed."

Second Sect Leader Shi Yehong, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but say, "Boss Cao, you’re not thinking of going after that heirloom of the Duan family, are you?"

Boss Cao let out a hearty laugh, "Of course, that guy Duantian is just as obsessed with gambling as anyone, but he’s a bit of a coward at heart. If I don’t find a way to properly provoke him, I’m afraid he won’t take the bait!"

Ye Feng just shook his head with a faint smile, not intending to get involved in such conversations. He had no interest in gambling, especially not on matters involving the Great General Duantian.

In fact, Ye Feng was very clear that, after defeating Sky-piercing, the adopted son of Heaven Guard Great General Duantian, the conflict between him and the Great General’s Mansion would only deepen.

It was very likely that their dispute would soon become public and even in the near future, the two of them might have a confrontation—a confrontation that would undoubtedly determine the political direction of the Xuanyuan Nation’s upper echelons.

Over a year ago, Ye Feng was ambushed in the Capital Region.

Although on the surface, it was orchestrated by the Zhang family, he knew deep down that if someone more powerful wasn’t behind it, allowing it to happen, the Zhang family wouldn’t have had the means to do so, including when he fled to the masterless Northern Border, and the Northeast Tiger directly attempted to take over—there must have been backing from behind the scenes.

And now, the powerful figure who allowed all this, gradually coming to the forefront, was none other than the present Great General Duantian!

Of course, even though Ye Feng had once said that he would take Duantian’s place if the General failed to act, to be honest, he was still reluctant to have a direct conflict with the General. After all, if a conflict erupted between the two, it would definitely have a significant impact on Xuanyuan Nation, and might even cause instability within the country.

Therefore, unless it was absolutely necessary, or Duantian really couldn’t restrain himself from jumping out, Ye Feng would never take the initiative to strike. It wasn’t that he feared the so-called Great General; he was just considering the bigger picture.

Meanwhile, back on the stage, Monk Wu Zheng had finally managed to stabilize his stance and suppress the restlessness of his breath. Gritting his teeth, he snorted coldly, "Alright, your power of the flesh body is indeed impressive, but if you think that’s enough to defeat me, you’re still lacking!"

As he spoke, Monk Wu Zheng swung one hand and the Buddha beads wrapped around his wrist flew out, spinning in the air with a shrill whistling sound.

The Buddha beads shone with dazzling golden light as they flew, growing larger and stirring the surrounding energy until it formed a raging cyclone, making a tremendous noise.

The white-clothed youth from the Bu family watched unfazed, his slightly raised mouth corners even betraying a hint of mockery. He flung his hand up, and the wine gourd in his hand shot out toward the Buddha beads.

In just a flash, followed by a clang that sounded like metal striking metal, the Buddha beads were sent flying, and the string that held them snapped. The beads fell to the ground, and the white-clothed youth, with a wave of his Great Hand, collected them all.

"Although these Buddha beads are of low rank, the material isn’t bad. They’ll make good marbles for the children of my family," said the white-clothed youth as he put them away.

Monk Wu Zheng spat blood in anger and bellowed, "That’s a treasure of the Buddhist Sect, and you dare take it by force! How audacious!"

The white-clothed youth snorted disdainfully, then turned to where the elder of the Buddhist Sect was sitting, and huffed faintly, "If the Buddhist Sect has the guts, they can come to the Bu family to reclaim it. Of course, if they don’t dare, they can shut their stinking mouths!"

Faced with the white-clothed youth’s arrogant threats, even the old man of the Buddhist Sect, a venerable elder who was almost at the brink of entering the Saint Realm, did not utter a word, not even daring to let out so much as a fart.