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

The battle had ended, and everyone returned to the villa's hall, drenched.

Ye Feng sat in his wheelchair, his clothes as dry as they had always been, his expression as calm and nonchalant as ever.

Xiao Chuanqi and his four comrades stood in a row, respectfully in front of Ye Feng.

Seeing them, Ye Feng chuckled disapprovingly, "What are you standing there for, looking dazed? Aren't you going to change into clean clothes quickly?"

Xia Lengchan was dumbfounded at his words and asked, "My lord, after such a serious incident, aren't you going to say anything?"

"Say something?"

Now it was Ye Feng's turn to be puzzled and he said, "What do you want me to say? Right, you all put up a brave fight in this battle, not bad at all."

Xia Lengchan could only smile foolishly, realizing that the man sitting before her didn't take this ambush to heart at all.

Yet, they were facing an attack by a total of twelve Grandmasters, including four Huajin Grandmasters; this force was decidedly not trivial.

Xiao Chuanqi laughed heartily, "The three of you have only followed our lord for a short while, naturally, you don't know what he has gone through all these years. It's not just an ambush like this, even if an army of thousands were to descend, our lord would remain unfazed!"

Xia Lengchan, Zhuge Yu, and the other two immediately clasped their hands in salute, "With a spirit so grand, seeing our lord today truly lives up to his reputation. We admire you greatly!"

Ye Feng gestured with his hand, "Alright, you may all withdraw. Tomorrow, follow me to East of the River, and then to the Base Camp in the Southern Territory!"
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"Yes!" Everyone saluted and quickly dispersed.

Of course, the ones most excited were Xia Lengchan and the other two; tomorrow they would follow their lord to the Southern Territory, where they would inevitably face off against the commanders there or even the Lord of the Nine Domains. They anticipated the scene would be extremely thrilling.

However, they also understood that their lord's visit to East of the River was first and foremost directed at the Murong Prince Mansion. As for the so-called King of East River, not only did Ye Feng, the Northern Border King, disregard him, even the legion commanders didn't take him to heart.

A small secular family daring to claim kingship was tantamount to seeking death!

Ye Feng sat in the hall for a long while without moving, his eyes, however, looked through the open door to the outside.

It was pitch-dark outside, the rain still heavy, naturally, nothing could be seen, but Ye Feng was certain that beneath this downpour, someone was hiding, monitoring the earlier disturbance from the shadows, or rather, scouting the current status of him, the Northern Border King.

And this was why Ye Feng had not taken direct action earlier, opting instead to let his five subordinates take the lead.

He had no wish to fully disclose his strength just yet, lest the hidden traitor become alert and prepared!

Up until now, Ye Feng still had no idea who the traitor of considerable power lurking by his side might be.

"Returning without success once more, I believe it's time to prepare for a real confrontation. It would be best if you showed yourself directly!" Ye Feng sneered inwardly and then withdrew his gaze from the darkness of the night.

He didn't seek out these watchers and secret agents, firstly, because it was unrealistic, after all, he had no idea how many people the enemy had dispatched, and secondly, there was no need to do so.

Afterward, Ye Feng went upstairs, returning to his own bedroom. As for the bodies on the river's surface, he didn't investigate them because he knew that even if he did, it would be fruitless. If those attackers had been sent out, they would certainly not leave any clues behind.

The downpour ceased as quickly as it had arrived. After the rain stopped, the air became cooler, and Ye Feng entered a brief period of sleep.

Meanwhile, far away at the Murong Prince Mansion in East of the River, a guest had indeed arrived.

An old man with white hair and a stooped figure, dressed in coarse hemp clothes, appeared so hunched that those unaware might think he was smuggling a large pot on his back. Leaning on a walking cane, he trembled his way into the prince mansion under the personal reception of the Old Head of the Murong Family, Murong Tongming, also known as the King of East River.

The servants of the Murong family were all curious about this withered and elderly man who somehow warranted the King of East River to personally greet him at the door, despite the fact that they had been waiting for most of a rainy night.

Nobody dared to ask aloud, for no one dared to offend the King of East River at such a critical moment.

The day before, news came from the Southern River Region Jiangnan that the young master and eldest grandson, along with several family experts, had gone south on a mission, but in the end, all were dead, none returning!

The King of East River, Thunderclap enraged, struck dead the messenger who brought the news with a single palm blow.

For the past couple of days, the gates of the Murong Prince Mansion remained firmly closed, not allowing anyone to enter or exit, until the arrival of this old man clothed in coarse hemp.

Pacing through the long corridor, the hemp-clothed elder arrived at the reception hall with Murong Tongming's guidance.

"Elder Xuan Ming, please take a seat!" Murong Tongming was extremely cordial, and there was even a trace of deference in his attitude.

The old man did not say a word; instead, he promptly sat down in the Grand Tutor chair.

Murong Tongming, not daring to take a seat himself, stood at his side and forced a smile, "Elder Xuan Ming, please enjoy some tea. This is the finest Foo Shouchun from Jiangnan, freshly picked. Do give it a try."

The one known as Elder Xuan Ming did not reach for the tea, but instead stared at Murong Tongming with a chilling gaze. The entire hall seemed to drop several degrees in temperature due to his stare.

After a long glare, this cold Elder Xuan Ming spoke in a frosty voice, "Both of my precious disciples are dead. Do you think I'm still in the mood to enjoy tea? Or say, that I've come all this way just for a cup of your tea?"

Murong Tongming could only respond with a sheepish smile, "I won't lie to you, Elder. The deaths of your two beloved disciples indeed involve a mistake on our Murong Prince Mansion's part; I have been negligent. However, it wasn't our Murong Prince Mansion that killed them."

It turns out this Elder Xuan Ming was none other than the master of the two retainers of the Murong Prince Mansion, and this Elder Xuan Ming was also one of the few remaining senior experts of the Xuan Ming Sect.

No wonder Murong Tongming, despite calling himself the King of East River and possessing formidable power, still had to show a degree of humility in front of this Xuan Ming elder.

With a cold snort, Elder Xuan Ming said, "Of course, I know that. Otherwise, the one hundred and thirty-two lives in your Murong Prince Mansion would already be corpses by now!"

Murong Tongming could only nod repeatedly with a wry smile, not daring to engage with such a retort.

Elder Xuan Ming demanded sternly, "Let's hear it. What exactly happened? And who killed my two disciples?"

Murong Tongming immediately replied, "Elder Xuan Ming, your two disciples were retainers we invited to our Murong Prince Mansion. A branch of the Gusu Murong in Jiangnan offended someone and was slaughtered, then came to us for help."

"As you know, since we're the head family, we naturally couldn't just stand by when our branch family came pleading for help!"

"Get to the point, stop babbling!" Elder Xuan Ming interjected coldly.

"Yes, yes!"

Murong Tongming nodded repeatedly and continued, "To save the branch family, we asked your two disciples and some of Murong's experts to go to Jiangnan. But in the end, they were outmatched. Your two disciples were killed by that person on the spot, and even my eldest son and the eldest grandson perished there."

"The man who killed my disciples, what is his name?" Elder Xuan Ming was furious.

"His name is Ye Feng!"