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

"Please take a seat,"

The blind monk waved his hand slightly, seated himself at the principal seat to the north, with the abbot and steward of Iron Mountain Temple accompanying him on each side.

It was apparent that within Iron Mountain Temple, this blind monk held an extremely high status, far above that of the abbot, although he usually kept a low profile.

Ye Feng didn't dither, and immediately sat down, while Hong Qingyan took a seat to the side.

"Judging from the donor's imposing manner, surely he is not from an ordinary household. May I ask where you hail from?" the abbot asked with his hands pressed together in salute.

Ye Feng answered with a smile, "I am here today merely to enjoy some tea. As for my origins, that need not be mentioned."

The abbot replied with a laugh, "It was impertinent of this old monk. As the saying goes, 'A hero need not mention whence he comes.'"

Ye Feng did not continue the conversation. Throughout this time, he was glancing at the blind monk opposite him with his peripheral vision.

Even though the blind monk continued to sit solemnly, expressionless, Ye Feng, who possessed insights beyond the naked eye, could detect an almost imperceptible murderous aura emanating from the man.

Although this murderous aura was very faint, it was extremely sharp. Ye Feng was certain, the old blind monk had killed before, and not just a few.

In other words, decades ago, the other party might have been a formidable figure in the Martial Arts World.

However, Ye Feng was puzzled. If one were to look at the major figures in the Martial Arts World over the last hundred years, he was generally familiar with them all. Yet he had never heard of a Martial King Realm blind monk.

"Perhaps the other party is dressed as a monk on purpose to hide his identity," Ye Feng pondered silently, maintaining a calm exterior.

Although the blind monk was sightless, he was adeptly preparing tea, and his movements clearly showed that he was well-versed in the art of the tea ceremony.

Soon, wafts of tea fragrance permeated the small courtyard. All of a sudden, the blind monk spoke up, "Honorable guest, take a guess. What tea is this old monk brewing?"

Ye Feng shook his head and replied, "I haven't had this tea before and cannot make it out, but it is said that the Longjing Tea from East of the River is unparalleled. Since Iron Mountain Temple is a renowned place in the East of the River, the tea served to guests must surely be Longjing, I presume?"

The blind monk laughed heartily, "The guest is indeed exceptionally intelligent. At such a young age, you possess such a keen sense, your future achievements will surely be boundless. However, you might not be aware that the tea this old monk is brewing has another name."

Smiling, Ye Feng said, "Oh? Please enlighten me."

The blind monk intoned, "Soul Severing Incense. This old monk has specifically named this tea Soul Severing Incense. Do you still wish to taste it?"

Ye Feng's gaze suddenly intensified. At that moment, he acutely perceived a surge of deadly aura erupting from the blind monk sitting across from him.

Ye Feng was no fool. He had already discerned the warning in the other party's words, implying that if Ye Feng wasn't going to thoroughly investigate, then this cup of tea would just be a fine cup of Longjing. Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

But if Ye Feng truly intended to delve into the other party's secrets, then the cup of tea would be Soul Severing Incense, a thinly veiled suggestion that the other party was prepared to kill.

Ye Feng replied with a light smile, "That name does sound quite fascinating. I've never heard of it before despite my age; it seems like I really should have a taste."

The blind monk suddenly raised his head. Although his eye sockets were empty, at this moment, his eyes seemed incredibly sharp. He exclaimed, "Do you truly wish to drink it?"

In a cold voice, Ye Feng said, "You may provide me a reason not to."

Breaking into a loud laugh, the blind monk waved his hand and continued, "Then, please, guest!"

Ye Feng remained composed but had already signaled Hong Qingyan to move behind him. Only then did he reach out and pick up the cup of tea placed on the stone table.

However, just at that moment, a piercing Qi Force shot towards him like a whipped cord, streaking across the tabletop.

Ye Feng's expression remained unchanged as he had just picked up his teacup, setting it down directly on the table with a thud. The ferocious Qi Force that had burst forth was instantly dispersed.

The Old Blind Monk on the opposite side fixed his gaze sharply, finally showing a look of surprise on his face. With a huff, his voluminous monk robe began to billow without any wind.

Ye Feng immediately felt a Qi Force, like a raging dragon, roaring up from beneath his feet. Still with an unchanged expression, he lifted his right foot and stomped heavily on the ground, shattering the dragon of Qi Force in an instant.

The Old Blind Monk's expression finally changed, gritting his teeth, readying to strike again.

Ye Feng's brows raised, but this time he did not merely defend passively. His body shook, and an overwhelming Qi Force surged out like a tidal wave.

The Old Blind Monk's body trembled, and in the next moment, he sat as stiff and still as if petrified, motionless.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, lifted his tea cup, sniffed it, then drank it all in one gulp.

"This tea is not bad. I wouldn't mind another cup," Ye Feng said, and without waiting for an invitation, he filled his cup again and tilted his head back to drain it, followed by a third cup.

Throughout this process, the Old Blind Monk on the opposite side remained motionless, sitting there as if he had entered meditation.

The abbot and the steward of Iron Mountain Temple were puzzled, wondering what their leader was doing. Why wasn't he acting now?

But given the current situation, they did not feel it was appropriate to ask.

After drinking three cups in a row, Ye Feng finally stood up and said with a smile, "Indeed, the tea is good. Thank you, the three of you. I shall take my leave."

Having said that, he turned around, took Hong Qingyan's small hand, and slowly left the courtyard.

The Blind Monk still sat without moving. As he remained immobile, the abbot and the steward dared not make any rash moves, quietly watching Ye Feng's retreating figure until both had completely disappeared around the corner of the courtyard's corridors.

"Leader, why did you just now..." Only then did the abbot finally dare to speak out.

But before he could finish, the Blind Monk suddenly spat out a mouthful of old blood with a 'pfft', coughing and shaking so violently that he almost couldn't sit straight.

"Leader, what's the matter... are you hurt?" The abbot and the steward were shocked and hurried over to support him.

The Old Blind Monk waved his hand, sighing weakly, "Don't worry, I won't die just yet, I've just suffered some internal injuries."

The abbot asked in shock, "Was it just now, that boy, who shook you up? How is that possible!"

The Old Blind Monk sighed, "At first I also thought it was impossible, perhaps I was careless as well. But no matter how you look at it, this young man, despite his age, has a power... far above mine. It is truly terrifying!"

The steward exclaimed, "That boy's power is even stronger than yours, Leader? Doesn't that mean he is already a High-Level Martial King? That's too terrifying. He doesn't even seem to be thirty yet, does he?"

The Old Blind Monk, suppressing the turbulent Qi within his body, waved his hand and said, "This young man surely has an extraordinary background. And tonight, he sought out Iron Mountain Temple. Whether intentionally or not, we must be on guard."

"Does it mean he has already found out our origins?" After uttering these words, the abbot's face was overtaken with a look of astonishment.

"He shouldn't have. If he did, he wouldn't have left so easily just now and would not have let us off so lightly," the Old Blind Monk said.

The abbot continued, "But no matter what, he has already sensed something just now. We must send someone to track and investigate this boy thoroughly."

The Old Blind Monk said, "Sending someone is fine, but ordinary people absolutely won't do. This young man is already a High-Level Martial King, nearly fully opening his acupoints. If ordinary people even get slightly close, he would immediately detect them. Call the third brother back from the headquarters of the Jiangzuo Alliance, let him take action personally!"

The abbot agreed, "Indeed, the third brother possesses peerless Qinggong. This matter must be investigated by him personally."