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

About Lord Mu Tian, very few people in the Northern Border Camp truly understood him, not even Ye Feng dared to claim he truly understood Mu Tian.

The mystique of Mu Tian lay in the fact that he was a unique existence within the Northern Border Camp.

He held no official position, nor was he sent by higher authorities; he didn't have to obey anyone, yet he could still freely come and go in the camp, revered by thousands of soldiers. Not only did the leaders of the Eight Legions trust him and were willing to heed his commands, but even the Four Great Marquises felt they couldn't hold their heads up high in his presence.

If Gai Jiutian was merely a counselor, then Mu Tian was truly a military counselor without question. Sometimes, when Ye Feng played the bad cop, Mu Tian would take on the role of the good cop.

Rumors once spread throughout the Northern Border Camp.

With Mu Tian or Jiutian, one could defend the world, and with both, one could expand territories, all the way to reigning supreme over all.

Hong Qingyan was momentarily lost in thought when she saw Mu Tian, unable to imagine that the Lord Mu Tian Ye Feng had mentioned to her was so young and handsome.

Of course, the moment they saw Hong Qingyan, they were clearly taken aback.

They understood but did not voice it, the three laughed without saying anything, not expecting that even the Northern Border King had finally become enlightened, understanding the concept of keeping a beauty hidden. Looking at the way the two of them exchanged glances, it was impossible to say there wasn't a connection between them.

Belief or disbelief was clear in their hearts.

"The position of the Northern Border King was always yours, why not use a more direct method?"

Inside the council tent, only Ye Feng and Mu Tian were present. Looking at them, there was not a hint of the seriousness one would expect during a council, but rather it was like a conversation between friends of different ages.

It always had been this way, and it still was.

"In the Northern Border, I've only ever had one enemy."

"It's rare to find an opponent in life. Since the Zhu Family wants to cross swords with me, why not indulge them!"

In front of the two of them was a small sand table. Although small, it was complete and incredibly accurate. This was the result of observations made in the company of Hong Qingyan over the course of two days.

Ye Feng never underestimated any opponent. On the battlefield, the key to defeating the enemy was not numbers, but rather patience and dedication of the lead commander.

"Have you ever thought that what you see as a spar, others might be scheming for your life, which could put you at a great disadvantage?"

Their gazes both drifted over the sand table.

The current Northern Border Camp was stationed on the upper stream banks of the Gesang River. To the south lay the Northern Border of Xuanyuan Nation, and to the north was the vast Snow Kingdom, Mingbei Kingdom. All the savages of the entire Mingbei Kingdom were known descendants of Vikings, naturally tall and incredibly strong.

Choosing this location was Ye Feng's decision, a necessary one.

If they were to cross the Gesang River, they'd need to guard against the savage's sneak attacks day and night. Moving further north would mean losing the advantages of weather, terrain, and alliance. The climate in Mingbei was even colder, a tough trial for the many Northern Border soldiers. And though there was no worry about food for a million soldiers, water usage was a major issue.

As for alliance, beyond the Gesang River was truly the Savage Kingdom.

When a nation is truly invaded, its people will unite. Ye Feng did not dare claim he understood Mingbei, for he had never truly ventured deep into it. The Polar Regions were inhabited by many ascetic monks. Aside from savages, the presence of martial artists and cultivators in Mingbei was surprisingly rare.

"Do you think I would let Zhu Guangbo have the chance to return to the Northeast?"

Their final gaze rested on the mountainous area sixty miles to the east, which was also Ye Feng's chosen battlefield.

This was a complex and changeable terrain. Going further east, mountains crisscrossed, and the Gesang River, around two miles wide, would narrow infinitely until it passed through several natural tunnels resembling bridges. The natural bridges, each about a hundred meters wide, had their peaks seemingly cleaved off by a sword, inspiring awe at the thought of who could possess such great strength.

"This is the you I know."

Mu Tian simply smiled faintly.

This was a spar, but as long as Ye Feng perceived it as a lethal move, there was no need for further warnings.

"What did you find on the other side?"

Ye Feng asked.

To dare venture alone into Mingbei Kingdom took remarkable courage. After all, anyone could tell from the looks of their races that Ye Feng had not spared Vikings over the years, and the people of Xuanyuan Nation had been hated to the bone by them.

"There's good news and bad news."

Mu Tian paused, signaling Ye Feng to choose which he wanted to hear first.

"Let's hear the good news first,"

Ye Feng said.

"The good news is that the savages we've been facing over the years are just a minority. They have their own nation and organization. Their main battlefront is on the west side of Mingbei, where the land and resources are richer. There are fewer and fewer shepherds on the grasslands, and even if they tried hard to plunder, they wouldn't gain much."

Listening to his words,

it was as if the achievements Ye Feng had worked hard for over the years were considered insignificant in the eyes of Mingbei Empire's rulers, something they could take or leave.

"That counts as good news?"

Ye Feng felt uncomfortable upon hearing it, and although the remark was displeasing, he couldn't deny the truth in Mu Tian's words.

"Of course, it counts. If the savages decided to attack the Northern Border with the full might of their nation, I reckon your title of Northern Border King would be at its end,"

Only Mu Tian would dare to speak so bluntly in front of Ye Feng.

"So you're saying that the Great General of Nation Guard and all the National Guardian Generals at the capital are just loafing about?"

Ye Feng jested with a laugh.

Could it be that if the Vikings could muster the full force of their nation, the great Xuanyuan Nation would only have the Northern Border to defend itself?

"I believe they are, at least they haven't given me anything to marvel at over these years,"

Mu Tian expressed contempt aloud, feeling even more disdain internally.

"Bad news?"

Ye Feng's brows furrowed slightly, but he did not continue the conversation.

Indeed, problems had arisen in both the Southern Territory and the Eastern Border, but not even the Great General of Nation Guard in the capital, let alone several National Guardian Generals, had taken any action.

"The bad news is that the Mingbei Kingdom also has its own cultivators."

"The Martial Dao of Mingbei mainly consists of two kinds: Druids who can shapeshift and Shamans who understand Curse Technique. Three years ago, you decimated many Snow Wolf Riders, successfully enraging a class of Druids. Druids worship nature and are ostensibly peaceful guardians, but we both know that humans are emotional creatures."

Having emotions inevitably leads to emotional actions, such as seeking revenge, Mu Tian continued:

"At the far north of Mingbei, there's a place called Siberia, which is home to formidable Druids known as Werewolves. They regard real wolves as deities in their hearts."

So, does that mean the Werewolf Druids are coming?

Ye Feng remained composed as he responded:

"I killed the Snow Wolves out of necessity, but shouldn't those who command the wolves be more despicable?"

Ye Feng had not forgotten the battle at Tian Cong's face.

More Northern Border Soldiers fell to the axes of savages than to the fangs of wolves. The power of the Snow Wolf Riders lay in their steeds, the Snow Wolves, which not only ran swiftly, making them impossible to chase but also fought in the snow without any impediment.

"How would I know that? Maybe it's all thanks to those Shamans' handiwork."

Mu Tian shook his head in amusement.

It was just like those so-called charitable people in the world who wouldn't blame the butchers but instead pointed fingers at a group of meat-eaters.

"Understood."

Ye Feng nodded. Anyone who understood Curse Technique was never easy to deal with, just like those Onmyoji from Fusang.

"There's something else I must mention to you. The Blood Qi in Gai Jiutian's body, I suspect it's the handiwork of those Shamans from Mingbei."

"In the west, there's a group who specializes in Blood Qi cultivation, known as Vampires. They have a voracious appetite for human blood and create chaos wherever they go. Mingbei Kingdom's largest battlefront is against those Western nations. As you know, if a nation falls into disorder first, it can collapse without attack, so I believe they're all afflicted by what's known as Curse Technique."

Mu Tian didn't continue, knowing that Ye Feng understood perfectly.

"I might not have believed it before, but now I do."

Ye Feng smiled, but his smile was somewhat chilly.

A splendid strategy to cause internal collapse without a battle!

If Gai Jiutian's Blood Qi were an accident, but now Xiao Chuanqi was also heading down that path, it was certainly no coincidence.

What was more important was that Ye Feng knew his own medical skills. He had once collaborated with the Valley Master of the Valley of the Medicine God to treat Gai Jiutian, but to no avail. Anything that couldn't be cured in this world wasn't considered a disease.

"What do you need me to do?"

Their gazes naturally turned northward over the Gesang River. Mu Tian was very aware of why Ye Feng had made such a big show; he understood the plotting behind it.

"There's no need for you to intervene against someone like Zhu Guangbo."

"Head to the Northern Border Camp. When the Mingbei Snow Wolf Riders arrive, I need troops from there to respond immediately. Relying solely on Xiao Chuan might not suffice. I was originally thinking of sending Gai Jiutian, but since you're back, you'd be a better fit."

North of the Three Bridges lay an even more majestic mountain range. Ye Feng's gaze drifted off to that land as he became lost in thought.

In the dead of winter, whoever was in that region would be unfortunate."

"Are you sure you don't need my help?"

"You should understand that your enemies are not limited to the Zhu Family of the Northeast."

A playful look flashed across Mu Tian's face as he pondered something else.

"I realized that long ago, but do you really think I can't prioritize matters?"

Ye Feng shifted his gaze back to Mu Tian.

"Then don't worry me anymore. And there's the matter with Seventeen."

Mu Tian stopped short of saying more.

"You think I can't trust you?"

Ye Feng asked with a smile.

"I was overthinking it."

"Ye Feng, I really hope to fight alongside you in the future. Since I'm not needed here, I'll await your good news."

Mu Tian stood up.

The only person in the entire Northern Border Camp who could command him was Ye Feng.

"When I was in Northern Su, those people told me it was their home ground. Don't worry, the Northern Border is my home ground, and you'll see how I'll triumphantly raise the flag of victory."

Ye Feng also rose to see Mu Tian off.

There was no relationship of subordination between the two. Whether to act or not and how to act had always been and would always be dependent on the intentions of Mu Tian's heart. Of course, as for trust, at least Ye Feng had always believed so. Enjoy new tales from My Virtual Library Empire

He trusted Mu Tian!