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

Traditional Chinese medicine and pharmacology is a very important field of knowledge.

Various kinds of drugs, when combined, some can become good medicine, and others may turn into unknown poisons. When Ye Feng entrusted his friends from the Valley of the Medicine God to establish the Divine Doctor Sect, he particularly emphasized the four characters "physician's benevolent heart," insisting that they must not be misused.

Just as Ye Feng said, Xu Tiefeng's illness was really not a troublesome matter to deal with. He merely had blockages in the Eight Extraordinary Meridians within his body, which led to a disruption of Qi-Blood circulation and eventually triggered an old, latent ailment, leaving him bedridden now.

Yu Feiyu didn't dare to refuse, nor could she refuse.

This was a mess created by the Divine Doctor Sect. It was bad enough that their people wouldn't treat the patient, but to then contrive ways to torment the man to death was even more deplorable—are Zeng Hong not already dead, the violation of the sect's principles alone would dictate his return as a dead man.

However, when facing the Vice Sect Leader of the Divine Doctor Sect, the attitude of Tao Yongshan and Xu Tiefeng was not so friendly. After all, once bitten, twice shy, and though they verbally expressed no ill will, Xu Tiefeng had been confined to his bed for years; to truly let go is not an overnight endeavor.

They could only endure!

Yu Feiyu treated Xu Tiefeng with a bitter expression. They say she's one of the three people in the imperial capital you don't want to provoke, but would she dare to displease Ye Feng?

This round of treatment took Yu Feiyu half a day. Although it wasn't a troublesome issue to treat, to help Xu Tiefeng clear the blockages in his Eight Extraordinary Meridians required painstaking effort, bit by bit.

Before they knew it, night had fallen.

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Considering that Hong Qingyan was just an ordinary person and that traveling overnight would be bad for her health, Ye Feng decided to spend the night in the Xu Family's residence. It wasn't an inconvenience since he and Xu Tiefeng got along well.

"Master, what would you like to eat?"

"Master, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Let me give you a massage. I've learned a new technique that all the old men in the capital can't stop praising."

"Master, look, there's a moon in the sky tonight."

...

Ye Feng had his head full of black lines.

Yu Feiyu was like a piece of cowhide candy—and an especially stinky and tough one at that. Otherwise, Ye Feng wouldn't have listed her as one of the "difficult to deal with" types.

Back in the capital, with that old man keeping check, she had been somewhat well-behaved. But now, she had cast aside all semblance of shame and clung to Ye Feng, stopping him from having a private world with another.

Are you going to make a fuss tomorrow if the sun rises from the east?

"Offering help when none is needed. What brings you to Northern Su?"

With a look of helplessness, Ye Feng and Hong Qingyan withdrew to a room while she clung stubbornly to the doorway, refusing to leave.

With one sentence, "I won't disturb you, I'm just here for the scenery, you carry on."

"There's nothing, just missing you, Master, and wanted to come and see you," said Yu Feiyu, who stealthily cast a sidelong glance at Hong Qingyan, who was inside the room reading a book—an actual medical text.

No reaction?

Having no reaction was the best reaction; the more composed one played it, the more it indicated how much they actually cared.

Yu Feiyu internally made a judgment call. Having been through so much in the capital over the years, if she couldn't comprehend even this, it would enormously waste her name as one of the top three people not to provoke.

"Speak plainly!"

Ye Feng expelled three words heavily.

Was the old man who loved to teach his daughter Anti-Wolf Techniques so much, going to let her come to Northern Su by herself for no reason?

"Master, is there still such a thing as trust between people?"

Yu Feiyu tossed her head, her face full of exasperation.

"Really, nothing's wrong?"

Now it was Ye Feng's turn to be surprised. Yu Feiyu was not one to joke around when it came to serious matters.

"Actually, there is one thing."

All of a sudden, Yu Feiyu adopted a hesitant demeanor.

"Spit it out!"

Ye Feng still had a stern face.

"The Old Man wants to hold a martial contest in the capital. Oh wrong, it's a 'medical' matchmaking contest, and I'm here to give you an early heads-up, Master."

When Yu Feiyu spoke these words, her eyes conveyed a glint of hope, but she avoided Ye Feng's gaze.

The sun rising from the west?

Ye Feng would have spewed out water if he were drinking any at the moment, recalling the former attitude of that man who was wary of everyone and wished for his daughter to stay by his side for life, never wanting her to marry.

And now he had an Open Aperture moment!

"What does Old Man Yu mean?"

Ye Feng inquired.

"Father hopes that you will attend as a judge."

Yes, as a judge.

If Hong Qingyan wasn't present, Yu Feiyu would blatantly have omitted the term 'judge'. However, how capricious the ways of the world are; everything has changed!

"When is it?"

Ye Feng turned and walked back, leaving the door open for her, provoking her to dare to enter.

"In just over a month, the day before New Year's Eve."

Yu Feiyu took a long look at Lio Qingzhu, who was still focused on reading her book, and finally decided to leave.

"I'll go if I'm free."

Freed at last, Ye Feng touched his forehead, dealing with such a mature spinster, who was also his disciple, was nothing if not headache-inducing.

To kill was out of the question.

As for hitting, Ye Feng was not in the habit of hitting women, and more importantly, it wasn't Yu Feiyu's fault.

"Husband, is Yu Feiyu's medical skill very good?"

Before Ye Feng had a chance to sit down, Hong Qingyan put down the book and took the initiative to speak.

"Very good, there are no more than three people in the entire Xuanyuan Nation who can surpass her in medical skill."

Ye Feng confidently affirmed.

One was her late father, another was naturally Ye Feng himself, and as for the third, it's uncertain whether such a person exists. Regardless, Yu was indeed one of them, just as the saying goes, 'There are mountains beyond mountains, and skies beyond skies'.

"Did you teach her all of it?"

Hong Qingyan's smile suddenly became more intimate.

"Yes and no, Yu Feiyu inherited knowledge from three different sources. She herself is the only daughter of the Valley Master of the Northern Medicine God Valley. The other three Old Divine Doctors invited by the Divine Doctor Sect taught her all they know."

As for the other source, there was no need to say more. In fact, when Ye Feng said he hadn't much to teach Yu Feiyu, it wasn't entirely true.

In this world, the most superior medical skills are closely related to the practitioner's power. Some things Ye Feng did not teach Yu Feiyu now were for her own good, which is why he was confident that both he and Old Man Yu's medical skills were still beyond Yu Feiyu's to this day.

"Hehe, then why did you become her half-teacher?"

What a question!

Feeling a bit jealous there, Ye Feng found it amusing. With a serious expression and a convincing tone, he replied:

"Because your husband's medical skill is better than those two combined."

All right then!

Knowing Ye Feng wasn't lying, but still feeling a bit sour inside, women are prone to comparison, especially when faced with another woman who also likes their husband. The competitive spirit certainly gets stronger in secret.

Probably unable to surpass Yu Feiyu, Hong Qingyan's smile cooled off and she said:

"You're not allowed in my bed tonight."

In the entire room, there was only one bed. If I'm not sleeping in your bed, where am I supposed to sleep?

The sofa!

Ye Feng conceded. It was his own fault for not having clarified this matter with Hong Qingyan earlier. He had thought there would be plenty of opportunities to discuss it slowly in the future, not expecting Yu Feiyu to show up on her own initiative.

The night was a bit long.

Ye Feng simply sat on the sofa practicing martial arts, knowing Hong Qingyan had fallen asleep. Her sleeping was a good thing; if she hadn't, that would be cause for concern.

However, before an hour had passed, Tao Yongshan arrived, speaking in a very deep and grave tone:

"Chief Ye, there are two people outside looking for you, they are masters."

If a Martial King like Tao Yongshan admitted they were masters, then they were undoubtedly true masters.

Ye Feng frowned. He secretly sent a message to Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhan Tian, then left with Tao Yongshan, ready to face whatever demons or dragons waited outside.

One look was all it took to know!

"Miss Long, how did you know for sure that your Little Martial Uncle would be here?"

Outside the manor, a tall and a short female stood calmly at the gate, their utterly relaxed demeanors showing not the slightest fear of unexpectedly facing a Cheng Yaojin.

"It's a secret."

"Sausage Sister, could you maybe tone down what you're wearing? It's blinding me."

Long Nannan pretended to rub her eyes.

"Can things that have grown be shrunk back down?"

Feng Yuan asked with her arms crossed.

Throughout the journey, the little girl had been constantly complaining to her, and the more she complained, the happier Feng Yuan became. That's the charm of a mature woman; what do kids know.

"A turtle's can."

Long Nannan replied without a second thought.

"Alright then, little girl, you dare to insult me, see how I deal with you."

After speaking, Feng Yuan fiercely pinched toward Long Nannan's face.

Everyone in the small mountain village thought Long Nannan was unreasonably cute, because she indeed looked just so unreasonable – a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old still sporting a tender, babyish face like a little fairy, slightly chubby with large black eyes that went beyond the norm.

They made you just want to pinch them!

When the door opened, witnessing the scene before him, Ye Feng was utterly disheveled by the sight. These were not the demeanor of great masters, but rather that of a tall and a short woman "squabbling" with each other.

"Miss Long, stop, they're coming out."

Seeing someone emerge, Feng Yuan felt embarrassed to pinch Long Nannan's cheeks. Meanwhile, the latter, relentless, said:

"I won't, it won't do any good no matter who comes out, if you won't shrink them, I will help you."

"Ahem, who's looking for me?"

Unable to stand it anymore, Ye Feng felt his adrenaline skyrocketing. These two women—tall and short—were even more demonically enchanting than Yu Feiyu.

"Oops! All messed up now, forgot to leave a good impression. Hello, Little Martial Uncle!"

"My name is Long Nannan, this is something my grandfather sent me to deliver."

Finally, Long Nannan stopped hugging Feng Yuan's waist and jumped down.

She straightened her clothes and formally handed a letter to Ye Feng, without needing to consider whether he really was Ye Feng.

The old guy!

Ye Feng quickly took the letter with both hands, opened it, and after just one glance, he put it back into his breast pocket.

"Why are you called Little Martial Uncle?"

The letter contained three sheets of old paper that Ye Feng was extremely familiar with. At that moment, his mind and spirit were profoundly shaken, as he squatted down, intending to hug Long Nannan.