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

When spring arrived, all things were revived. At that time, even the ice on the vast snowy plains would begin to melt. It wouldn't take long for the entire wasteland to regrow with grass, transforming into an endless great grassland.

Ye Feng did not head to the Northern Border Camp but went to a settlement of a nomadic tribe instead.

"King, are you really determined to do this?"
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Inside the spacious tent, Xiao Chuanqi hesitated with a face full of reluctance as well.

In his hand, there was a letter, which was actually a battle challenge letter personally written by Ye Feng to Zhu Guangbo of the Zhu Family.

Xiao Chuanqi's reluctance stemmed from the fact that Ye Feng could have used thunderclap methods to seize back his rightful throne, but instead, he chose this way to give Zhu Guangbo a chance.

What merits did that Northeast Tiger have to deserve sitting on that throne?

"It must be done!"

"In the past few months, Zhu Guangbo has been busy. He has successfully bribed many soldiers. Coupled with the allegiance of the commanders of the Third, Sixth, and Eighth Legions, I am not sure how many soldiers would heed my command if I were to call them to arms now in the Northern Border Camp."

"Go, it is not that I'm giving Zhu Guangbo a chance, but rather I wish to give those soldiers who have sided with him an opportunity. Unless absolutely necessary, I don't want to harm a single soldier within the Northern Border Camp. Doing so would only cause pain to those dear to us and delight to our enemies."

Ye Feng waved his hand, signaling Xiao Chuanqi to leave.

"King, but what if Zhu Guangbo refuses the battle challenge letter and instead comes to harm you in secret?"

Xiao Chuanqi still refused to depart.

After all, this was his greatest concern; no one could be certain whether Zhu Guangbo would stoop to such despicable acts, and he could not ignore the safety of Ye Feng.

"He will surely accept it!"

"Don't worry about other matters. Once you are in the Northern Border Camp, stabilize the soldiers' morale and wait to welcome my return."

Ye Feng patted Xiao Chuanqi's shoulder. Having such a loyal and considerate general, what more could he ask for in this life?

Still, Xiao Chuanqi would have to endure some hardships as it was most appropriate for him to undertake this mission. With the Eastern Border Token on him, Zhu Guangbo, no matter how ruthless and deranged, would not dare to openly harm Xiao Chuanqi.

"King, why don't I go? It is said that envoys are not harmed when two armies are at war, and my martial arts skills are not high. Staying here doesn't help you much."

Seeing Xiao Chuanqi still hesitating, Xia Lengchan stepped forward.

"No!"

"If you go, you will certainly die. This is not a case of two armies at war."

Ye Feng immediately stopped Xia Lengchan's thought.

Two armies at war?

How could it possibly be two armies at war when Zhu is a usurper? Throughout history, countless dynasties on the path to claiming the throne have shown that such struggles are even crueler and more merciless than wars.

"I will go!"

"If I forge a grave error today, I shall one day wash the entire Zhu Family in blood and offer my death as atonement."

Xiao Chuanqi looked deeply at the three people, then knelt on one knee before Ye Feng, giving a heavy bow, before picking up his sword and striding away into the snowstorm.

"What nonsense is Xiao saying? The next time I see him, I must beat him up."

Sima Zhantian said with a wide-open mouth.

The bandages wrapped around him were more numerous than the clothes he wore, and apart from his eyes, there wasn't a spot on his face that was intact.

"I agree!"

Xia Lengchan rarely sided with Sima Zhantian.

"He deserves a beating. Call Feng Yuan, and you're sure to win."

Ye Feng smiled.

Talking such downhearted words, didn't he trust himself? Hadn't the Northern Border King ever engaged in a battle he wasn't assured of winning?

"Just kidding!"

"To beat Xiao Chuanqi, I wouldn't need some woman's help."

Sima Zhantian got a bit self-satisfied with the person absent, having been suppressed by Regiment Leader Xiao using the First Legion Commander title over the years.

But the former was absent, and the latter was very much present!

"Come out and speak."

As expected, it wasn't long before Sima Zhantian could gloat when Feng Yuan's voice arrived.

Ye Feng looked up at the sky, hands behind his back. He knew Feng Yuan hadn't eavesdropped just now; it was just that Sima Zhantian's voice was genuinely loud. After a pause, he declared:

"The meeting is over!"

The moment Xiao Chuanqi departed, it had already ended.

"I won't. Why should I come out just because you tell me to? If you dare, come inside and talk."

Sima Zhantian seemed determined to pick a fight with Feng Yuan.

"I'll go check on Qingyan."

Ye Feng gave Sima Zhantian a meaningful look.

If previously Sima Zhantian was genuinely insubordinate, now it was clear he was intentionally clashing with Feng Yuan. Wasn't this way of attracting his lover's attention by enduring injuries quite popular, what was it called again... licking something?

No matter!

Since he could take a beating, Ye Feng walked away without further ado, wondering why Sima Zhantian, despite the beatings, somehow seemed to grow more robust in his presence.

"I'm going to look at the moon."

Xia Lengchan said so, causing Ye Feng to almost stumble.

Damn!

In broad daylight, you're telling me you're going to look at the moon, proving once again Xia Lengchan is the most nonsensical one.

"I've come in, so what now?"

Feng Yuan stood before Sima Zhantian, arms crossed and a full smile on her face.

"Let's get one thing straight, no hitting in the face."

Sima Zhantian bared his teeth as he spoke.

"You're finally being smart about it, but your granny here actually enjoys beating your pig-headed face."

With that, another figure clad in fiery red stepped forward.

"Owww!"

...

"Nannan, why is your Sausage Sister always so hot-tempered?"

Seeing Long Nannan grilling food with Hong Qingyan, Ye Feng couldn't help asking.

"Don't know, she's been like that since we were kids, and there are quite a few in the village who are afraid of her."

"Besides, if she weren't hot-tempered, how would I be able to call her Sausage Sister in the future?"

Long Nannan responded as if Ye Feng were an idiot.

Ye Feng simply ignored the unique way of thinking of the little monster and squeezed between the two, suggesting:

"Wanna take a stroll outside? Check out the local flavor of the Northern Border."

Hong Qingyan nodded. Now that they were at the Northern Border, how could they shy away from a little cold? In fact, with Ye Feng there, it wasn't cold at all.

Long Nannan excitedly asked:

"Little Martial Uncle, are we going to catch some cute bunnies to eat?"

Ye Feng felt like his head was full of dark lines, thinking that someone with a strength greater than a Martial King is so interested in food.

...

Northern Border Camp.

It said it was a camp, but it was actually a fortification built into a city. Ye Feng had ordered the construction of a fortified city five hundred miles away from the national boundary. The climate of the Northern Border was harsh; to continue pushing farther north, they needed a strong and steady approach, as even military tents couldn't withstand the cold winds and snow of the Northern Border.

Nomadic tribes might choose to pitch their tents under wind-sheltering hills, but it was clearly not feasible for the vast Northern Border Camp if they intended to defeat Mingbei Kingdom.

What's most important was never about defeating the towering savages first but rather conquering the extremly harsh weather of the Northern Border.

Unflappable as ever, Xiao Chuanqi entered the city and eventually the commander's tent.

"Regiment Leader Xiao's return is indeed a cause for celebration!"

Sitting on that familiar chair now was a middle-aged man in luxurious robes, with a round and resolute face that carried an air of inherent authority.

"Tsk tsk, after following that defeated dog for so long."

"Now that you're back, what happened? Were you dumped, or did you not get even a bone?"

Not long after Xiao Chuanqi entered, five people walked in two rows. The one who spoke was also a Northern Border commander in military attire, Third Legion Commander Guan Bohou.

Xiao Chuanqi looked around, to his left stood Third Legion Commander Guan Bohou, Sixth Legion Commander Ouyang Qing, and Eighth Legion Commander Zhong Chengyun.

The other two to his right were Fifth Legion Commander Qin He and Seventh Legion Commander Shangguan Fenghua.

"Disrespect the king, and you'll face death; Guan Bohou, don't you believe I can cut you down right now?"

Xiao Chuanqi's eyes grew colder by the second, and just as he was about to draw his sword:

Two elders walked into the camp and with a sneer, they stood beside Zhu Guangbo without saying a word.

"Insult the king?"

"You've got some nerve, Xiao Chuanqi. The Northern King is right before you, and here you are not kneeling to greet him, and still armed. Are you planning to assassinate the Northern King?"

Guan Bohou shouted angrily.

Following his outburst, the two elders beside Zhu Guangbo released a powerful aura.

Two High-Level Martial Kings!

"In my eyes, there has only been one Northern King from beginning to end—Ye Feng!"

"Zhu Guangbo, you're wasting your time playing these useless tricks with me. Here is the Battle Challenge Letter that the Northern King asked me to deliver to you."

Xiao Chuanqi pulled out the letter from his bosom and tossed it over.

Battle Challenge Letter!

The mention of a Battle Challenge Letter, especially coming from Zhu Guangbo, caused the faces of the three legion commanders, led by Guan Bohou, to flush with panic. They knew all too well what those words meant—the one they feared was back.

Qin He had excitement hidden in his eyes, which he masked perfectly, while Shangguan Fenghua appeared utterly indifferent.

"Not just any cats or dogs are worthy of challenging me to a battle."

"Never mind, he was once the Northern Border King."

Zhu Guangbo made no moves himself; it was the elder to his left who picked up the envelope, verified its contents without issue, and then handed it to him.

The message was brief. Zhu Guangbo glanced at it and placed it on the table, tapping the surface silently, his face betraying no emotion.

"The letter has been delivered. No point in speaking further when we don't see eye to eye. Farewell."

Xiao Chuanqi turned and walked out.

He ultimately didn't draw his sword. In truth, the moment he arrived, he indeed had the thought of executing Zhu Guangbo then and there. Even if it meant giving up the position of First Legion Commander, he wished to eliminate that potential threat for Ye Feng. However, Zhu Guangbo now had his full retinue of supporters.

"Northern King, Xiao Chuanqi shows you no respect. Shall we...?"

Guan Bohou's eyes became incredibly insidious.

"Guan Bohou, I know you've always coveted the position of First Legion Commander."

"But why should I kill him? Xiao Chuanqi is a qualified commander. Such talent is exactly what the Northern Border Camp needs the most. You and I may contend for power, but I have not forgotten who our ultimate enemies to the far north are."

"I know you're dissatisfied, but you'll have to swallow it. All of you and Xiao Chuanqi are legion commanders who can win battles. The difference is, without Ye Feng, he can still win battles, but you...this world has no use for the worthless. Put aside your petty thoughts and focus them where they belong."

These words were quite frank.

Yet they caused Guan Bohou and the others to break out in cold sweat, knowing they had overstepped. The life or death of Xiao Chuanqi was not theirs to decide.