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

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Winter snow arrives early in the north and leaves late.

And in the Northern Border, this is even more so. In the frigid winter, the nomadic tribes unite more than ever. During the day, women gather to work hard together, while men venture out to herd the livestock, searching for fresh grasslands that survive under the cover of snow and ice.

"Big Brother Ye, you say that in winter they encounter frozen lakes and those fragmented ice fields, where one wrong step could mean life-threatening danger. Why don't they find a safer place to live?"

At dawn, robust men ride majestic horses, waving their lassos vigorously to herd the sheep ahead. Their loud and clear calls are like authentic songs of the grasslands; winter seems not to scare them at all.

Hong Qingyan didn't understand. In this day and age when most people have moved into small western-style houses, why were there still nomadic tribes risking their lives, wandering on the vast grasslands?

"It's not that they don't want to find one, but they can't."

"The reason they're called nomadic tribes is ultimately due to the latter character 'nomadic,' which is related to herding. Think about it, what do all those cattle, sheep, and horses eat?"

Ye Feng gently encircled Hong Qingyan's waist. This starkly different way of life was something she, hailing from the south, could not comprehend so quickly.

"Isn't it possible to reclaim the wasteland?"

Hong Qingyan gave it some thought before speaking.

In the north of Xuanyuan Nation, what was laughed at as the 'Northern Wilderness' last century has now turned into a rich grain-producing base camp.

"A soldier who casts away his spear is no longer a true soldier, and a man who discards his lasso is no longer the hero in women's hearts."

"It is a belief. Every ethnic group has its own beliefs. You worry about their survival in winter, but have you ever seen them worry about themselves?"

Ye Feng lifted Hong Qingyan onto the horse and headed towards the east.

"Let's change the subject. Why do they respect you so much?"

As Ye Feng had said, real nomadic tribes, although hospitable, are not any tourism industry. It is not easy to stay in their tents.

Not to mention in this freezing environment, where money can't even buy warmth.

But the fact is, upon Ye Feng's arrival, the local nomads willingly vacated three tents for him. This showed the level of respect and admiration he received, and calling it adoration would not be an exaggeration.

"Because in the past, there were enemies to the further north that scared them all. They were a group of savage predators. My arrival made those enemies dare not tread on this land anymore."

It was time to visit that battlefield.

Ye Feng cracked his whip, spurring his horse into a wild gallop, causing Hong Qingyan, who was sitting in front, to yell out in panic and confusion.

The Qin Mountains, the hidden base camp of the Divine Doctor Sect, also known as the Valley of the Medicine God, is here.

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Inside Frost Valley, an old man with white hair looked sorrowfully at the man submerged in the Cold Pool, his eyes filled with deep regret.

He shouldn't have sent him to the Northern Border!

"I must go!"

"Father, the King is summoning me. Until I truly retire this General's Robe, the King's command is my command. Where his blade points, I will follow without hesitation."

The man in the Cold Pool spoke without opening his eyes, but his resolute and commanding voice filled the entire Frost Valley.

"Ye Feng."

"What a Northern Border King, to have my son willingly risk his life for him. This is the Pill Medicine the Valley Master crafted for you. It can't heal the Blood Qi within you, but it can freeze your heart's vessels."

The old man left a box on the shore, then sighed deeply and walked away.

"Father!"

Only after the old man was gone did the man in the Cold Pool slowly open his eyes, murmuring softly, his expression complex as he watched his father's departing figure.

Looking closely at his eyes, they were filled with bloodshot lines, and his hair floating on the Cold Pool was tinged with red at the tips.

This man was Gai Jiutian, Ye Feng's former Chief Legion Commander. Although he was no longer the First Legion Commander, he remained one of Ye Feng's most important supporters.

"Mu Tian, I hope you don't disappoint the King."

Gai Jiutian's gaze focused as a Great Sword embellished with black runes slowly rose from the bottom of the Cold Pool, eventually hovering in front of him.

The most notorious weapon of the Northern Border, known as the Sword Blade carrying the blood of demons, the Black Blood Sword.

North of the Qin Mountains, in a mountain villa near the northern border of the country, a Grandmaster looked at the ice sculpture in front of him with an indecisive expression. There's no breath left, huh!

Could he be dead? Then should I still inform?

"What's the matter?"

A profound voice suddenly entered the Grandmaster's ears, startling him. He knelt down, trembling as he spoke:

"Sir, there's news, the person you specifically instructed me to keep an eye on."

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from the mountain, and the accumulated snow on the meditating ice sculpture broke apart with the boom, revealing the person hidden inside.

He was a tall and mighty man with a crew cut, a square face, piercing eyes, and sword-like eyebrows—stern and handsome, though his left sleeve was notably empty.

"Speak clearly, leave nothing out."

The man's gaze intensified, his tone commanding and resolute.

"Yes, sir!"

The Grandmaster then reported every detail of the information he had gathered.

"A struggle for kingship, and surname Zhu deems himself fit to be called a king?"

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"Go, take back your position as the Leader of the Martial Alliance, and if I see you misbehaving again when you return, I will cut off your head."

With a raise of his hand, a treasured blade buried in the snow flew out—it was a crimson battle blade, the Blazing Sun Blade.

"I wouldn't dare, absolutely wouldn't dare."

"Are you preparing to leave, sir? May I, may I follow you?"

The Grandmaster on the ground bit his lip and finally mustered the courage to look up at the man in front of him.

"Are you sure you want to abandon everything to follow me?"

The man seemed somewhat moved.

"Sure!"

This definitive answer seemed to surprise the man, who said coldly:

"Since this is your own decision, remember, once you're under my command, you can only do as I say."

"Yu Naan, I've never told you my name. I am Leng Wuming, the Second Legion Commander of the Northern Border. From now on, you will be one of my guards."

Leng Wuming sheathed the Blazing Sun Blade and shook the snow off his clothes.

Leng Wuming, the Second Legion Commander of the Northern Border. With that said, it is certain that the sir must be returning to the Northern Border undoubtedly. Could it be that Ye Feng is the Northern Border King?

It must be so!

Yu Naan's mind and spirit became invigorated. He had heard of how imposing the Northern Border King was in commanding the Three Offices in Northern Su—that was the future Great General of Nation Guard!

Following the sir meant following Ye Feng, the Great General of Nation Guard. Yu Naan couldn't help but silently commend himself on how wise his decision had been.

This day, anyone who could receive the news had their gaze turned toward the Northern Border, and some people related to Ye Feng were even setting out for the Northern Border personally.

Similarly, those related to Zhu Guangbo were also on their way to the Northern Border.

The capital city, the Zhang Family.

Zhang Wenyuan, who had just returned from overseas, had a talk with his brother Zhang Wenyu about the council, and immediately without stopping, he went to a quiet courtyard of the Zhang Family.

At this moment, Zhang Wenyuan was dressed in Martial Arts Practice Clothes, and without the usual suit and shoes, his face no longer showed the vibrancy of the past, replaced now by a sharp edge.

"Teacher!"

Zhang Wenyuan, waking from meditation, respectfully bowed to the white-robed elder in front of him—this was none other than one of the most prestigious individuals in Xuanyuan Nation, the Great Guardian Sect Leader, Zhao Gongming.

"How many times have I told you, you don't need to be so formal with me."

Zhao Gongming's tone carried a hint of displeasure.

Though he verbally expressed dissatisfaction, deep down he was very pleased. The tradition of respecting teachers has always been revered, and while a teacher may not demand a particular attitude from their disciple, it's the disciple's genuine respect and dedication that reveal their attentiveness in daily life.

In other words, it's one thing for me not to mind it, but it's quite another if you don't mind it either.

"One day a teacher and a lifelong father, please take a seat, Teacher!"

Zhang Wenyuan gestured with his hand.

"Did you slack off in your practice while overseas?"

Actually, this question was redundant.

What level of Cultivation Level Zhang Wenyuan had achieved, Zhao Gongming knew very well. If not for his assistance in suppressing and concealing it, Zhang Wenyuan would have been on the verge of comprehending the Divine Path.

"I always feel like I'm missing something."

Zhang Wenyuan looked at Zhao Gongming, knowing what he lacked.

"Don't look at me like that."

"I came today to talk to you about this matter. Go find Ye Feng in the Northern Border, and train well there. It's the perfect opportunity to consolidate your cultivation, killing two birds with one stone."

No real combat experience!

This was Zhang Wenyuan's flaw. While one's talent in Martial Arts Study is important, how it is wielded in battle is another matter.

"Okay!"

Zhang Wenyuan agreed immediately.

Ye Feng!

Again, Ye Feng. In fact, his return this time was precisely for Ye Feng. The debt the Zhang Family owed the Old Northern King, the two generations that had been spent repaying it—it should be enough by now.

"Would you feel wronged being Ye Feng's subordinate?"

Zhao Gongming asked directly.

"The bird chooses the best tree to nest in. If Ye Feng truly has some exceptional qualities, I would be happy, not to mention..."

"Teacher, by promoting Ye Feng like this, won't he blame us when he discovers the truth?"

Zhang Wenyuan looked helpless.

As the only direct disciple of the Great Guardian Sect Leader Zhao Gongming, he certainly held a prestigious status, but with it came great risks. To be frank, if he dared to reveal it, those people would treat him a hundred times more fiercely than they would Ye Feng.

"Let them blame me then; what can they do to an old man like me?"

"Besides, that boy is now bold enough to openly give orders to the members of the Three Offices. Ge Nie is also messing around. There's no need to speak further about pushing Ye Feng into the limelight to divert attention away from you. The path he has picked for himself surpasses our little schemes by far."

Zhao Gongming felt a headache, a particularly strong one.

Revealing himself so early, wasn't that throwing himself into the lion's den? And what frustrated him the most was that this was all Ye Feng's own doing.