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

After returning to the Hong Family estate from the Yingge Clubhouse, the night was deep, and the moon hung high on the branches.

However, the reception hall in front of the Hong estate was still brilliantly lit.

Old Master Hong had not gone to bed and was personally keeping company with a guest in the living room, which suggested that the guest held a high status.

Ye Feng was unconcerned about these matters and planned to have Hong Qingyan push him back to the rear courtyard attic.

Just then, Hong Zhenguo hurriedly came out, his tone somewhat solemn, "Mr. Ye, a guest is looking for you, someone from the Martial Alliance."

Ye Feng’s expression remained unchanged as he asked indifferently, "Someone from the Martial Alliance? From the Jiangdu Martial Alliance or the Martial Alliance of the Imperial Capital?"

Hong Zhenguo said with a smile, "Naturally, from the Jiangdu Martial Alliance."

Ye Feng said, "I’m a bit tired tonight. I’ll go back to the Inner Courtyard to rest. Whatever it is, let them come back tomorrow."

With that, he waved his hand, signaling Hong Qingyan to push his wheelchair back to the Inner Courtyard.

Hong Zhenguo couldn’t say much more. He knew the identity of the man before him, but he couldn’t afford to offend the people from the Jiangdu Martial Alliance, so he could only offer a bitter smile.

Just then, a cold shout suddenly came from the hall, "What a grand scene indeed. I come to your door in person, and yet you dare to ignore me. Who gave you such courage?"

Although the voice came out, the person did not come out; the one who shouted coldly still sat upright in his seat, maintaining a very straight posture, exuding a chilling and majestic air.

Ye Feng’s face showed no expression, but he looked in the direction of the voice and saw the other’s sullen profile, the high, hooked nose, and the sharp eyes.

He appeared to be around fifty years old, with a small braid, dressed in gray-white martial arts robes and cloth shoes.

Most eye-catching were his hands, which were very wide, their knuckles obviously twisted, and covered with calluses.

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly; he knew that the other party probably practiced an external martial art like the Iron Sand Palm, and judging from the calluses on the hands, it had been refined over many years.

Hong Zhenguo quickly stepped forward, explaining in a low voice, "Mr. Ye, the one inside is the current Vice Alliance Hierarch of the Jiangdu Martial Alliance, Mr. Lei Zaiyan."

Ye Feng waved his hand broadly, "Back to the Inner Courtyard to rest!"

Crack!

A crisp sound of something shattering came from the hall; Mr. Lei Zaiyan, the Vice Alliance Hierarch of the Jiangdu Martial Alliance, suddenly gripped the chair and forcefully crushed the sturdy mahogany armrest into fragments.

Hong Zhenguo’s face changed; he knew that not only was this Mr. Lei a Vice Alliance Hierarch of the Martial Alliance, but he was also from one of the three great ancient families of the Jiangdu — the Lei Family.

Ye Feng did not turn his head, completely ignoring this so-called Vice Alliance Hierarch.

Lei Zaiyan could not hold back any longer, and with a whoosh, he stood up from his chair, quickly charging out of the hall, followed by two attendants from the Martial Alliance.

"You’re the one called Ye Feng, right?"

Lei Zaiyan said in a heavy voice with a cold huff, "You have injured my Martial Alliance disciples one after another, committing heinous crimes. The Alliance Hierarch knows you might have some skills, but you think you can challenge the Martial Alliance with that? I’m telling you, you’re not qualified!"

At that point, Lei Zaiyan gave Hong Zhenguo a glare and continued, "I’ll give you a chance. For Hong Zhenguo’s sake, kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake right now. I can be generous and may let bygones be bygones!"

Lei Zaiyan looked has christian with arrogance, standing atop the stairs, exuding a condescending attitude.

Ye Feng suddenly stopped and stared coldly at him, "Why hasn’t the Great Grandmaster of the Martial Alliance come in person?"

Lei Zaiyan laughed, a cold laugh, "To deal with a greenhorn like you, why would our Alliance Hierarch Great Grandmaster need to take action himself?"

Ye Feng also laughed, shaking his head, "You should feel lucky that you haven’t reached the realm of a Great Grandmaster."

"What do you mean by that?" Lei Zaiyan shouted coldly.

"What I mean is, a mere ninth stage martial artist with the strength of colored ribbon, an ant-like existence, doesn’t even deserve for me to lift a finger against!"

Having said that, Ye Feng suddenly waved his hand, "Break his hands and throw him out!"

As his words fell, Seventeen moved, darting forward like a lightning-fast tiger.

Lei Zaiyan’s gaze sharpened, knowing he had encountered a tough opponent, but before he could even react, his hands were already seized by someone else.

Then with a snap, his two prized wrists were twisted and broken, and afterward, his entire body was tossed out of the courtyard like a dead dog.

Without turning his head, Ye Feng immediately wheeled himself back to the Inner Courtyard. To him, a former King of the Northern Border, this so-called ancient Jiangdu family and the Vice Alliance Hierarch of the Jiangdu Martial Alliance were utterly worthless!

However, Hong Zhenguo was stunned, not knowing what to say as he looked at the figure in the wheelchair. He wanted to rush out to see what had happened, but after some thought, he restrained himself. The grudge between the two parties was already formed, and no amount of mediation would help now.

Lei Zaiyan was an elder of the Lei Family, one of the ancient families, and not only would the Martial Alliance not let this go, but the Lei Family would certainly not take this lying down.

After Ye Feng returned to the Inner Courtyard, Hong Qingyan personally helped him onto the bed.

She then left, and besides the main bedroom, there was a side bedroom where Hong Qingyan usually lived.

At this moment, outside in the courtyard, Lei Zaiyan finally managed to get up from the ground with the help of two attendants, enduring the excruciating pain of his broken arm and gritting his teeth in rage.

"Ye Feng, I’m telling you, you’re a dead man, and so is the Hong Family. How dare you treat me like this, you’re all dead, ah my hand..."

Hearing this from inside the courtyard, Hong Zhenguo could only shake his head and sigh.

Hong Yuting stepped out and said coldly, "Grandfather, seeing how things have already escalated to this point, involving both the Martial Alliance of Jiangdu and the ancient Lei Family, do you still plan to shield our Hong Family’s crippled son-in-law?"

Zhang Yuman also said, "The Lei Family is one of the Three Great Ancient Families with formidable power that our Hong Family can’t compare to. Moreover, their family trains in martial arts, and what’s more important is that the Lei Family’s influence is not just confined to our Jiangdu."

Hong Wei followed with persuasion, "It is said that the Lei Family of Jiangdu and the Jiang Family, which was formed in the Southern River Region Jiangnan, are related by marriage. Grandfather, there should be a limit to your coddling of that crippled son-in-law, don’t drag the Hong Family into ruin."

Hong Zhenguo scoffed, "The insignificant Lei Family of Jiangdu, even if it were the Jiang Family of the Southern River Region Jiangnan Province, what I am currently worried about is the Martial Alliance!"

Of course, what he was truly worried about was not the Martial Alliance of Jiangdu, but that of the Imperial Capital. In the eyes of that person, a trivial Martial Alliance of Jiangdu was nothing, but if it were the Martial Alliance of the Imperial Capital, that would be an entirely different matter.

However, Hong Zhenguo did not voice this concern, as it would be pointless to discuss it with these few.

"Grandfather, at this time, are you still deluded and intending to..." Hong Yuting wanted to continue.

"Enough!" Hong Zhenguo roared angrily, interrupting her, "I have my own judgment on this matter; there’s no need for you to interfere!"

After speaking, Hong Zhenguo, waving his hand dismissively, walked into the Inner Courtyard. He was indeed a bit worried—if the situation continued to ferment and involved the Martial Alliance of the Imperial Capital, could the esteemed king still withstand?

Watching the old master’s silhouette disappearing into the night, Hong Yuting clenched her teeth in anger and frustration, "The old fool, really beyond help. It was bad enough with the Chu Family, and now the Lei Family has gotten involved. If this keeps up, our Hong Family will definitely be dragged down by that worthless son-in-law."

Suddenly, Hong Wei said, "Sister, let me tell you some good news—Young Master Jiang Tianlong from the Southern River Region Jiangnan Province is coming to our Jiangdu tomorrow."

"Young Master Jiang of the Jiang Family is coming?" Zhang Yuman’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, "The Jiang Family is a prestigious family in the Southern River Region Jiangnan Province, even the Lei Family of Jiangdu has to curry favor with them. Yu Ting, do you have any... thoughts about this Young Master Jiang?"

Before she could finish, Hong Yuting shyly interrupted, "Mom, can you stop being annoying?"

Hong Wei laughed on the side, "It seems you’re not aware, Mom. The reason Young Master Jiang is coming to our Jiangdu tomorrow is entirely because of my sister."

"Because of your sister, is that so?"

Zhang Yuman’s face gradually showed a blossoming smile, "That means Young Master Jiang has thoughts about Yu Ting. That’s wonderful; the Jiang Family is a prestigious clan, and only someone like Young Master Jiang deserves our Yu Ting."

Speaking of this, Zhang Yuman did not forget to glance at the Inner Courtyard and scoffed coldly, "What’s Ye Feng anyway? A cripple confined to a wheelchair and he dares to marry my daughter? Compared to Young Master Jiang, he is probably not even fit to carry his shoes."

Hong Wei snorted, "Once Young Master Jiang arrives tomorrow, I’ll set up an event. Then, our Hong Family’s worthless son-in-law will realize that there are always greater people in the world!"

Meanwhile, Ye Feng was already sitting cross-legged on the bed, bathed in the bright moonlight coming through the window. With his hands forming an ancient Dharma Seal, he entered into a state of Breathing Technique.

Soon, a misty white fog gathered around his body, and even the breath he exhaled took on the shape of arrows, lingering for a long time.

Shortly after, layers of halos appeared above Ye Feng’s head, colorful and numerous—upon closer count, there were as many as five distinct colors.

At this moment, if a Great Grandmaster in martial arts were present, witnessing this scene would surely be astounding.

Five Qi Returning to Origin!

This was a phenomenon that would appear after a Great Grandmaster in martial arts refined their Qi Force to a profound level—five Qi surging toward the origin, endlessly generating!

The next level beyond Five Qi Returning to Origin was Nine Return to One, and achieving Nine Return to One signifies Open Aperture.

Once Open Aperture is successful, it signifies stepping into the legendary Realm of the Martial King!

"Five Qi Returning to Origin, finally restored to the Five Qi Realm. It seems I’m not far from my previous peak, Nine Return to One," Ye Feng thought to himself.

Suddenly, Ye Feng opened his eyes, and from his gaze, a golden light shot forth.

Before the incident, his Inner Strength was Nine Return to One. Reaching this level of Unity, he could be considered a Half-Step Martial King. At just over twenty years old, reaching the Half-Step Martial King was already a rare existence in martial arts.

"I was already at Nine Return to One in my early twenties, stuck at the Half-Step Martial King for a long four years, hitting a bottleneck that was extremely difficult to overcome. I wonder, after this great disaster, through death and rebirth, breaking and standing anew, can I manage to Open Aperture successfully and step into the legendary Realm of the Martial King?" Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Ye Feng’s eyes flickered with thought, looking out at the bright moonlight, deep in contemplation.

If he had achieved the legendary status of the Martial King back then, he wouldn’t have ended up being hunted by the Eighteen Grandmasters of the Imperial Capital and fleeing a thousand miles.

"Given the current situation, I will continue to lie low until the day I achieve the Martial King status—that will be the time to return to the Imperial Capital," Ye Feng resolved with determination.