Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 314 The Lord is Insulted, the King’s Wrath!

When Ye Feng emerged from the underground secret chamber, it was during a morning of warm sunshine and a clear sky that stretched for miles. This prompted an unfamiliar feeling in him, a sharp contrast to the dome of the sky that looked like the end of the world, shrouded in a gloom just a few days before. The now pure blue canvas above was an incredibly beautiful sight.

"Finally decided to show up, didn't you?" Yu Xianhe said as he stepped forward to greet Ye Feng, who had just walked out of the chamber. "In your absence, the imperial capital has turned into a complete mess!"

Ye Feng slightly furrowed his brows and asked, "What has become of the imperial capital?"

Yu Xianhe cracked a slight smile and said, "This old man has aged, and I've long been out of the loop with worldly affairs. However, according to news from Feiyu, it's not just those aristocratic clan gates in the capital; even the Divine Doctor Sect has been affected."

"The Divine Doctor Sect has been affected as well? How can you, old man, still sit here so calmly?" Ye Feng couldn't help but say.

Yu Xianhe took a leisurely walk to the stone table in the middle of the courtyard, sat down, and began serenely pouring himself tea before sipping it, then chuckled, "As I just said, I am but an old bag of bones who doesn't wish to stir anymore. Those who have jumped out are merely clowns on a string, used by others at most. Hence, I am not worried."

At this point, Yu Xianhe's tone shifted suddenly, and he continued, "However, as for you, young man..."

Ye Feng asked, "As for me, what?"

Yu Xianhe shook his head with a sigh, "In the five days you were injured and out of sight, rumors started from nowhere claiming that you were severely injured, had lost all your martial arts, and had become a cripple. Now, many from the aristocratic clan gates in the capital have jumped out, some even openly declaring they intend to strip you of your title as the Northern Border King."

As he said this, Yu Xianhe laughed and picked up his teacup for another sip, looking at Ye Feng with an expression that seemed to relish the unfolding drama.

Ye Feng kept quiet; as astute as he was, he knew that the news of his severe injury must have been spread by the Nine Great Sects. The sects wanted to incite the aristocratic clan gates in the capital to target him.

"Let them jump out; it's better that way," Ye Feng laughed as well, "The fish have leaped out of the water, making them easy to catch all in one net!" With these words, he walked over, took a seat, and finished his tea in one gulp.

Yu Xianhe glanced at him and said, "The imperial capital is a different playing field. After all, it lies under the Son of Heaven's feet. Those aristocratic clan gates have deep roots, and many of them have ties to the Great General's Mansion, even with two elders of the Utility Pavilion. How do you plan to handle them? How can you deal with them?"

Ye Feng knew who the two elders Yu Xianhe was referring to were—the Supreme Elders of the Utility Pavilion, one of whom was Tang Bai, whom he had met before.

On the airplane, Tang Bai had initially held him in high regard. However, Tang Bai's attitude did a complete three-sixty once he became aware of the specifics of the cultivation technique Ye Feng practiced.

It was clear to see that Tang Bai's change wasn't just about growing distant; there was also rejection, and even a hint of disdain and hostility.

Ye Feng didn't understand why Tang Bai had changed his attitude, but he didn't care nor did he wish to concern himself with it, even though Tang Bai was a Supreme Elder of the Utility Pavilion.

"I don't care who they are. All I need to know is that everything should be for the nation's sake, and all matters should prioritize the bigger picture. Whoever contravenes these principles, even if they are from the Utility Pavilion, I will not hesitate to take them down!"

After stating this, a sudden and intense aura emanated from Ye Feng's entire being.

Yu Xianhe looked at him seriously, then shook his head and sighed, "Aren't you tired of living a life full of fighting and scheming every day? Look at my Valley of the Medicine God, it's like a utopia. If you're willing, I could..."

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Ye Feng interrupted with a wave of his hand, "You should know that my hands are stained with blood. Once a person's hands are stained with blood, they can never truly be cleaned, just like the saying goes, 'a man is at the mercy of the Martial Arts World.'

"Enough." Yu Xianhe seemed to have lost the mood for drinking tea. He rose slowly and with a sweep of his Great Hand, threw a sealed emerald-green vial to Ye Feng.

"What is this?"

"This is ghost qi that I've expended considerable effort to extract from patients. I felt you might be interested, so I specifically saved some for you."

After saying this, Yu Xianhe left. In truth, he knew that keeping Ye Feng in the Valley of the Medicine God was unrealistic. However, he suddenly felt a bit worried about his daughter.

Indeed, as the saying goes, 'Only a father knows his daughter best.' How could he, as a father, not know of his daughter Yu Feiyu's thoughts? But in the teeming melting pot of the Imperial Capital, especially now that she had gotten involved with Ye Feng, Yu Xianhe couldn't help but worry.

Yes, unlike Ye Feng who compared the Imperial Capital to a bird's nest, in Yu Xianhe's eyes, the Imperial Capital was like a great dye vat. No matter how pure and white a person might be, as soon as they entered the city, they would be muddied. And this was why he always preferred to live hidden away in the Valley of the Medicine God.

Ye Feng left. In the afternoon, he took a special flight back to the Imperial Capital. He hadn't telephoned to notify anyone because he wanted to see whether, in the Imperial Capital's bird's nest, eagles were spreading their wings or if jackdaws had taken over the doves' nest.

When the blood-red sun in the west had dyed the entire Imperial Capital a fresh and bloody red, Ye Feng finally appeared at the gate of the Northern Cloud Residence in the Inner City.

What Ye Feng had never expected was that the ancient vermilion gate of the Northern Cloud Residence was now in disrepair, and even the stone lion to the left of the gate had lost a leg.

What enraged Ye Feng even more was the disappearance of the Northern Cloud Residence signboard which, in some respects, represented the identity of the Northern Border King.

Ye Feng's fury, like the western sun, instantly spread throughout the entire Imperial Capital. It was a flagrant provocation, an intolerable insult!

Perhaps sensing Ye Feng's presence, Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhantian, Leng Wuming, and the other legion commanders rushed out and then knelt before Ye Feng with a thud.

"We are incompetent, unable to protect the Northern Cloud Residence, allowed the Mistress to be humiliated, and brought shame upon you, sire. We deserve death!" Continue reading stories on novelbuddy

Ye Feng's gaze was sharp as he commanded, "Family disgrace should not be aired publicly. Stand up first, we'll talk inside!" With that, he strode inside, and Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhantian, and the others followed closely behind.

In fact, Ye Feng was well aware that from the moment he appeared at the Northern Cloud Residence, numerous eyes seemed to appear out of nowhere around him. Many people were secretly watching his every move. It was just because he hadn't informed anyone when he returned; otherwise, if his whereabouts had been leaked in advance, he might have been greeted with another huge ambush!

"Speak, what exactly happened!"

In the main hall, Ye Feng's angry voice echoed coldly. He was trying hard to suppress his rage because after entering, he discovered that Hong Qingyan was injured, and her injuries were severe. Both her body and spirit had suffered immense trauma and humiliation.