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

Bu Zheng, the old man, couldn't help but be shocked. After all, he himself was nearly at the threshold of the Golden Core Realm as a great power, and in today's world, he was already among the very pinnacle of a select few. Yet even so, his nearly full-force strike couldn't seriously injure the other party.

At this moment, Ye Feng still sat there, unmoved, his expression unchanged, and the corners of his mouth even carried a trace of a mocking smile, as if he were ridiculing his opponent.

Bu Zheng squinted at Ye Feng, as if trying to see through him, but no matter how he investigated, he couldn't detect anything unusual. It was only after a good long while that he finally sighed deeply and said, "Now I finally understand why even Bu Tianyun lost to you; his loss was not unjust!"

Having said that, the old man shook his sleeve and then strode away, not forgetting to add, "I was too complacent this time, but since we agreed it would be one move, then naturally it's one move. However, young man, you have successfully piqued my interest!"

"Half a year, I'll give you half a year's time. At that time, I will visit again, and then, I will not hold back any longer!" After saying this, Bu Zheng, the old man, stepped out and then disappeared on the high slope of Ten-mile Slope.

Ye Feng still sat there, without moving or speaking, not even turning his head to look at the other person.

The whole scene suddenly quieted down. It's undeniable that the pressure from Bu Zheng just now was enormous. Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian among others were stunned and took a moment to come back to their senses.

Hong Qingyan also froze, simply watching Ye Feng quietly, feeling that something was amiss.

Time slowly passed by, and seeing that Ye Feng still hadn't made any moves, Hong Qingyan, who knew him extremely well, couldn't help but worry. Just as she was about to speak, there was a sudden spluttering sound, and Ye Feng opened his mouth, spitting out a jet of blood onto the desk.

"Big Brother Ye..." Hong Qingyan was greatly shocked.

"Master..." Xiao Chuanqi and the others were also startled.

Ye Feng simply gestured with his hand, saying, "Don't panic, maintain shock to prevent being probed by spies. Send the order down, we must head back to the Northern Border immediately!"

He staggered as he stood up, and now Ye Feng's complexion was as pale as paper. Only at this time did everyone realize that their master had been pretending all along, that he had indeed suffered a heavy injury.

With the support of Hong Qingyan, Ye Feng finally managed to get into the carriage, then took a deep breath, "After all, an expert of the Half-Step Golden Core Realm is indeed too powerful!"

Under the hit from the opponent just now, Ye Feng really was injured, but to keep the opponent steady and also to prevent any spies lurking nearby from detecting anything, he had pretended to be calm.

After all, Ye Feng was very clear that, aside from Bu Zheng, there were many people from the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts around, and it was even possible that Tang Bai had planted spies within the Northern Border. If these people detected something amiss, his predicament could become dangerously complicated.

"Indeed, as an Ancient Daoist Cultivator, an expert of the Golden Core Realm is not comparable to the Sacred Realm Martial Artist as the legends say.

If it hadn't been for using the Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll to block most of the force just now, I'm afraid at this moment my meridians would be severed, and I would have perished!" Ye Feng sighed in his heart, then slowly closed his eyes and immediately entered a state of breath regulation to heal.

At this moment, his injuries were not optimistic. Although the Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll had blocked part of the force, his internal organs had still suffered a major blow, and even several acupoints showed signs of collapse. Fortunately, his physical body was much stronger than that of an ordinary martial artist, and that's what allowed him to suppress it.

The carriage raced forward, and at this moment, while everyone was silent and weighed down, they truly felt the power of the Four Great Ancient Clans. Sima Zhantian was getting more and more irate, grinding his teeth he muttered, "Damn it, what rubbish Four Great Ancient Clans, such a bully at such an old age, one day, I'll tear down that damned Bu Family Ancient Clan's plaque."

As Xiao Chuan, driving the carriage, said, "Enough, stop talking. Don't disturb the master's healing," Sima Zhantian fell silent.

Curiously, just as Ye Feng entered the healing state, the Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll suddenly emitted wisps of the source of luck in white, which then surged into his internal organs. Soon, the damage to his internal organs began to visibly recover.

Even the acupoints that were on the verge of collapsing were rapidly healing, and within a few breaths, Ye Feng's injuries began to stabilize. After about half an hour, he was largely healed, and within an hour, he had returned to his peak condition.

Seeing this through inner vision, Ye Feng couldn't help but exclaim, "This Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll, truly a treasure of the Ancient Era. Not only does it possess powerful cultivation functions, but even in healing, it's much more powerful than the Method of Acupoints given to me by the old man of my senior brother."

Feeling Ye Feng's aura stabilize, Hong Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief and asked softly, "How are you, Big Brother Ye? Are you alright now?"

Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, just about to say he was fine. However, he suddenly had a thought and decided to strategize, immediately saying, "Xiao Chuan, stop the carriage!"

Although Xiao Chuan wasn't sure why, he still stopped the carriage immediately. At this time, they had reached the eastern side of the Western Territory and were about to leave its sphere of influence.

Xiao Chuan couldn't help but ask, "Master, we have half a quarter hour before we leave the Western Territory and enter the range of the Northern Border. Why have we suddenly stopped?"

Ye Feng slightly raised the corners of his mouth, chuckling coldly, "If my guess isn't wrong, after Bu Zheng left, he must have harbored suspicions. Added to that Tang Bai's distrustful nature, he will surely return to Ten-mile Slope to investigate the truth."

Sima Zhantian couldn't help but change color upon hearing this and asked, "Your Majesty, do you mean that Bu Zheng and Tang Bai, these two old fogeys, will make a move again?"

Xiao Chuanqi also expressed his concern with a worried face, "There's no need to mention that old man Bu Zheng, but Tang Bai himself is a Powerhouse of the Sacred Realm. If these two join forces, even Your Majesty would not be able to withstand them, would our situation not become dangerous then?"

Ye Feng waved his hand with a smile and said, "That won't be the case. Since that old man Bu Zheng has already stated he would make a move in half a year, I believe with the prestige of the Four Great Ancient Clans, they naturally won't go back on their word.

As for Tang Bai, as one of the two elders from the Utility Pavilion, unless things become irreconcilable, he wouldn't make a move lightly, after all, he has to consider his own reputation."

Sima Zhantian asked, "Since both of these seniors will not make a move, what do you mean, Your Majesty?"

Ye Feng let out a cold laugh, "Although these two will not make a move, it doesn't prevent others from taking advantage of the situation."

Hong Qingyan was the quickest to react, immediately saying, "Big Brother Ye, are you saying it's the people from the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts?"

"Exactly, with Tang Bai's personality, after he learns of my injuries, he will definitely pass the news on to the individuals from the Nine Great Sects, and then use the power of the Sects to eliminate me!" Ye Feng said, his voice suddenly becoming terrifyingly cold.

As the situation developed, or rather as he continually grew stronger, gradually hindering Tang Bai's schemes, or perhaps said hindering the interests of the Bu Family Ancient Clan, Tang Bai's true colors were slowly revealed.

Sima Zhantian couldn't help but say anxiously, "Then Your Majesty, what are we waiting for? Let's hurry back to the Northern Border Base Camp. As long as we reach the Northern Border, even the Nine Great Sects wouldn't dare to act rashly."

Ye Feng sneered, "No, right now is an opportunity to use their plan against them." If his injury had not been healed, it would have been one thing, but now that he had returned to his peak state, he had nothing to fear from the individuals of the Nine Great Sects.

Xiao Chuanqi furrowed his brows, "But Your Majesty, the bloodstains on the table at Ten-mile Slope, I've already cleaned them thoroughly, I fear that when they return, they might not notice anything."

Ye Feng couldn't help laughing, "No, it would be another matter for ordinary people, but to conceal the truth from someone like Bu Zheng, with your abilities, you have not yet reached that point. The more you clean the bloodstains on the table, the more likely you are to arouse their suspicion."

At this point, Ye Feng suddenly issued a command, "Order: there's a small town not far ahead. We will rest there for the night, on the pretext that I must stop to heal my injuries. Remember, on the way there, you must all show a semblance of panic. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Xiao Chuanqi and the others nodded immediately. The carriage slowed down and quickly arrived at a small, unnamed town in the Western Territory.

The small town was very desolate. Moreover, it was now dusk, and the remnants of the setting sun added a touch of sorrow. After the carriage entered an inn at the edge of the town, Ye Feng, supported by Hong Qingyan, entered a guest room and then locked the door tightly.

Meanwhile, at Ten-mile Slope, two old men stood inside a pavilion—none other than Bu Zheng, who had returned after leaving, and Tang Bai, one of the two elders from the Utility Pavilion.

"Senior brother, under your blow, that Ye kid really wasn't harmed in any way?" Tang Bai frowned as he spoke and inspected the interior of the pavilion with great care.

Bu Zheng, with his hands clasped behind his back, was gazing at the distant sunset and said leisurely, "Indeed, that youngster is not to be underestimated. He's what, not even thirty years old, and his aura is already at the peak of the Martial King. If he had another ten years, then what would he become?"

Just then, Tang Bai suddenly sneered, "Senior brother, you've been deceived."

Bu Zheng abruptly turned his head and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Without speaking, Tang Bai just pointed at the table, a taunting expression on his face.

Bu Zheng took a few steps over and then examined the tabletop carefully. After sniffing it, he burst out laughing, "I was saying how could that youngster, a mere peak Martial King, possibly withstand my blow unscathed. It turns out he was faking. He has indeed suffered heavy injuries."

Tang Bai said coldly, "And the injuries must be severe. Otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered to feign them."

"Indeed, the young man has quite the cunning mind, but his determination is not bad. Even I failed to see through him just now!"

As Bu Zheng said this, he then shook his head with a wry smile, "However, I already told him—half a year, I will find him after half a year. During this time, I will not take action again."

These words were undoubtedly meant for Tang Bai to hear, as he was a person with status. If he attacked a junior on the same day, what would happen to his face if it got out?

Without making any further requests, Tang Bai merely said, "Well, it seems to be the youngster's destiny, his fate to escape this calamity."

Speaking of which, Tang Bai suddenly added, "Right, senior brother, I just remembered, there's an urgent matter I need to attend to. I'll take my leave first." With that, he vanished on the spot.