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

At Northern Cloud Residence, Ye Feng sat in his study, immersed in deep thought. The study was his sanctuary, where he retreated whenever he encountered a particularly perplexing problem or needed to think something through. Not even Hong Qingyan dared to disturb him at such times.

"Luck, truly a vicious approach, attempting to seize and devour my luck."

Every time Ye Feng thought about this, a shiver of fear ran through him. While he had previously felt discomfort whenever he was near that little baby girl, he hadn't given it much thought at the time.

If it hadn't been for his fortunate acquisition of the Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll, he might still be in the dark. If this had continued for long, his luck might have been completely siphoned off by the other party. He shuddered to think of the consequences.

"Now that I've discovered the problem, how should I avoid it? It must be said, this tactic is indeed formidable, to the extent that even the Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll can't fully block it!" Ye Feng felt a headache coming on.

Of course, the most direct solution would be to send the little girl away. But now that he had discovered the problem and knew that someone was orchestrating a plot in the shadows, Ye Feng naturally couldn't just let it slide.

"Daring to scheme against me, whether it's Mu Tian or not, this account can't be settled so easily!" Ye Feng's gaze narrowed and a thick murderous intent emanated from his eyes. Suddenly, an idea came to him—an expedient measure to use the tactic of a decoy child, surreptitiously switching the little girl with another.

In doing so, he could avoid the hidden danger and at the same time, lull the enemy into complacency. Once the enemy behind the scenes felt the time was ripe, they would naturally expose themselves. Of course, this task would have to be carried out by Shadow, without even letting Hong Qingyan know, to spare her worry.

After coming to a decision, Ye Feng's brows unfurled, yet the pressure in his heart grew heavier. It had to be said that the current situation could aptly be described as facing threats on all sides.

Subsequently, Ye Feng simply decided to enter secluded cultivation in the secret chamber of the study. After all, the official founding of the Martial Academy was tomorrow, and there was nothing much to do today. Moreover, he had almost no friends left in the Imperial Capital; Cao Yi had been pushed out, and even the Second Sect Leader was finding support hard to come by.

During his cultivation, Ye Feng realized that lacking the support of the Source of Luck in the Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll, his progress was undoubtedly much slower, especially after reaching five hundred acupoints, breaking through became increasingly difficult, moving forward felt like a snail's climb.

One must know that his control over Spiritual Energy was already very impressive. This demonstrated the immense difficulty of cultivating the Method of the Three Thousand Acupoints. Ye Feng even doubted whether the person from over two thousand years ago managed to cultivate the Method of Acupoints to Great Perfection.

The day passed without incident, and at dawn, Ye Feng rose early. After washing up and dressing, he suddenly ordered Hong Qingyan to take out the Royal Robe that had been sealed away.

Once he donned the golden-colored Royal Robe, an aura of majestic disregard immediately became apparent. Originally, Ye Feng had no desire to wear the robe. But with the development of the current situation, he felt the need to do so in order to declare his stance to the world.

Since those people didn't want to see him in a Royal Robe, he was determined to let them witness the might of his kingship, not allowing anyone to challenge him!

When he walked out of the hall and figures like Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian saw Ye Feng in this Royal Robe, everyone was taken aback, and then, as if by an unspoken agreement, they all knelt down and shouted, "Greetings to the Northern King!"

At that moment, the shouts were deafening as they surged towards the skies above Northern Cloud Residence. The Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll in the Sea of Consciousness within Ye Feng suddenly roiled, bringing forth a strong surge of the Source of Luck.

"Indeed, it seems clothes do make the man. With a reputation and prestige at hand, there's no need to hide!" Ye Feng sneered to himself, and then with a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Let's go, to the Imperial Martial Academy!"

The Imperial Martial Academy was located on the most bustling street within the Inner City of the Imperial Capital. It was originally a sports college, but after some renovation over time, it now possessed a brand-new look, with even the main gate built according to Ye Feng's instructions, old and elegant.

The Imperial Martial Academy was extraordinarily lively today. Nearly all the significant figures of the Imperial Capital were in attendance. Almost everyone who shouldn't have come had arrived, yet those who should be present, like members from the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts, had not shown up.

Arriving at the square in front of the academy's gate, Ye Feng stepped out of his vehicle. The square was crowded with people discussing the plaque above the gate of the academy.

Among these individuals were Sect Leaders from the Utility Pavilion, generals and instructors from the Great General's Mansion, and representatives from the Departments of the Three Offices—a gathering of influential figures.

However, as Ye Feng stepped down, no one approached to greet him or to extend congratulations, let alone address him as Dean. Almost everyone watched him with a mocking expression, particularly when they saw the Royal Robe he was wearing, which they found to be quite an eyesore.

Clearly, as Ye Feng's power in the Imperial Capital continued to grow, so did the ostracism against him—a testament to the proverb that tall trees catch much wind.

Ye Feng responded with a faint smile and then confidently walked forward. Although no one approached Ye Feng to offer congratulations, no one dared to block his path either. Due to the Northern King's influence, wherever Ye Feng went, people automatically cleared a way for him.

In the reception hall of the academy, Grand Sect Leader Zhao Gongming was already present. Seeing Ye Feng enter, he stood up, cupped his fists, and said, "You rascal, you've finally arrived."

Due to his disciple, Zhang Wenyuan, Grand Sect Leader Zhao Gongming did not have an aversion to Ye Feng, but he could not be said to support him either. Essentially, he planned to sit on the fence for the time being.

Ye Feng looked at him and couldn't help but smile, "What, does Old Man Zhao not wish for me to be here today?"

Hearing this, Zhao Gongming burst into hearty laughter, "How could that be? You are the head of the Martial Academy. If you were absent today, how could the academy possibly be established?"

Ye Feng also smiled and said, "I feel the same way."

Zhao Gongming fell silent, detecting the firmness in the other's tone, yet he was very clear in his mind that the establishment of the Martial Academy today would probably not go as smoothly as imagined.

"By the way, where is Zhang Wenyuan? Hasn't he returned to the Imperial Capital?" Ye Feng looked around and, although there were many people present, he did not see Zhang Wenyuan. Logically speaking, he should not be absent, since although Zhang Wenyuan was once an adversary, they were not without friendship.

Zhao Gongming sighed upon hearing this and said, "He didn't come. You should know why; where would he have the face to show up?"

Ye Feng nodded without asking further, understanding the meaning behind Zhao Gongming's words. Zhang Wenyuan was a man of great pride, even once believing that he was not inferior to Ye Feng. However, his performance in the recent defense battle in the Southern Territory had been decidedly unsatisfactory, especially in comparison with that in the Northern Border; it was truly a world of difference.

Hence, Zhang Wenyuan felt he had no face to come.

Suddenly, Zhao Gongming spoke up, "Right, I forgot to tell you. Yesterday, I had already arranged for him to go to the Outer Battlefield."

Ye Feng was initially startled, thinking that his master still doted on his disciple, having so quickly used his connections to send Zhang Wenyuan off to the Outer Battlefield for training.

Thinking this, Ye Feng smiled faintly and said, "That place should suit him. Of course, once the Martial Academy is established, I will go there as well."

Just then, the previously bustling suddenly quieted down. It turned out that two elders from the Utility Pavilion had arrived. Despite Tang Bai's growing intolerance of Ye Feng, he could not avoid appearing at such an event.

As soon as Tang Bai walked into the hall, he went straight to the main seat and sat down without even a greeting. Ye Feng naturally couldn't be bothered to approach and exchange pleasantries with him.

But it was Zhuge Wuming who came forward with a smile and cupped his fists, saying, "Dean Ye, the future of the Martial Academy rests on you."

Ye Feng returned the gesture and said, "I will need to rely on Senior Zhuge's support in the future."

Senior Zhuge laughed heartily and said, "Of course, but aside from the establishment of the Martial Academy today, there's another major announcement to make."

Without asking, Ye Feng waited for him to continue. Senior Zhuge added, "After collective deliberation by the Utility Pavilion, it has been decided to appoint a King of the Western Territory."

"Appoint a King of the Western Territory?" Ye Feng's gaze sharpened; indeed, this was a significant matter. After a brief contemplation, he asked, "It seems then, that the Utility Pavilion must have already decided on the candidate for the King of the Western Territory. However, the Western Territory has traditionally been controlled by the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts.

With the establishment of a king there, will these sects agree?"

Zhuge Wuming nodded and said, "The situation in the Western Territory is indeed quite complicated. However, the decision to appoint a King of the Western Territory has indeed been unanimously agreed to by the Nine Great Sects."

This time, it was Ye Feng who was surprised. The Nine Great Sects, who usually considered only their own interests, had actually agreed to the Utility Pavilion appointing a King of the Western Territory. Was this not equivalent to cutting at their very roots?

At this moment, Tang Bai spoke up coldly, "Of course, the situation in the Western Territory is very complex. The new King of the Western Territory must possess great talent and vision to control the situation."

"Who is it?" Ye Feng asked, but a name suddenly sprung to mind—Hong Jiutian!

With this realization, Ye Feng's thoughts became clear. Probably only someone from the Four Great Ancient Clans like Hong Jiutian could force the Nine Great Sects to bend and acknowledge his leadership after all, the Ancient Clans carried enough weight that even the Nine Great Sects had to bow their heads.

Naturally, Ye Feng also saw a deeper layer in this arrangement. The Utility Pavilion was setting up a King of the Western Territory at this critical moment, which was clearly aimed at using Hong Jiutian to restrain him.

"Cunning bastard, such deep schemes," Ye Feng glanced briefly at Tang Bai, who was seated comfortably, but his expression remained calm.

It was at this moment that a voice suddenly called out from outside, "Great General Duan Tian has arrived!"

As the voice faded, the Great General strode in with a group of followers, five individuals in total, each of monumental significance. Ye Feng recognized four of them, but the young man dressed in a white robe, with a slender figure that exuded a scholar-like elegance, was unfamiliar to him.

However, as soon as Ye Feng's gaze fell on this person, he immediately felt an enormous presence, as heavy as a mountain range, and an aura akin to the blazing sun that one could scarcely look upon directly.

"This person is so powerful!" Ye Feng couldn't help but exclaim inwardly. At this moment, he clearly understood that the youth in the white robe was none other than the legendary Hong Jiutian!