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

Zhang Wenyuan issued an order, and all the soldiers of the Southern Territory mobilized. Not only the lords of the Nine Domains of the Southern Territory and all the commanders, but even Yu Wenji, who had narrowly escaped his execution just moments ago, were stirred into action, filled with a shared animosity and indignation.

Seeing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but nod silently to himself. Zhang Wenyuan's ability to use the current situation to promptly think of purging the hidden threats of the Three Kingdoms along the Southern End border of the Xuanyuan Nation showcased his intelligence.

Moreover, he cleverly used the current circumstances to solidify all the soldiers of the Southern Territory into a united force, ensuring that they all followed his command.

Seeing this, the Southern Distant King, Dugu Ming, couldn't help but sigh deeply and said, "Brother Ye Feng, you were right. Compared to the New Southern King, I indeed fall far short. With the Southern Territory in his hands, I can now rest assured."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Since you feel at ease, shall we go drink then?"

With his spirits immediately lifted, Dugu Ming burst into laughter, his gloom swept away, and loudly declared, "It's rare to have Brother Ye accompany me today, we shall not return until we are drunk!" The two then left the Guest Welcoming Hall together and walked toward a small courtyard nearby.

Now that Dugu Ming was no longer the Southern King, he naturally couldn't stay in the Southern King Mansion. Therefore, he had made his way to the small courtyard next door, which he had specially chosen as his place of retirement, and Zhang Wenyuan had tacitly agreed to this arrangement.

As for Zhang Wenyuan, at this time, he had already gathered all the soldiers of the Southern Territory and was issuing orders in an orderly fashion. He was deploying troops, and soon squad after squad of Southern Territory soldiers were dispatched. Ye Feng watched all of this unfold and didn't go forward to help.

After all, these matters were now within the purview of the Southern King's responsibilities. If he were to intervene, it would be overstepping his bounds.

While he and Zhang Wenyuan were friends, they were also competitors. Thus, they both skillfully maintained a certain distance between themselves.

On the contrary, with Dugu Ming, Ye Feng appeared more at ease. The two drank freely and chatted about trivial matters. Most of the time, it was Dugu Ming talking, with Ye Feng quietly listening, interjecting only a word or two occasionally.

It wasn't until late at night, after Dugu Ming had drunk countless bottles, that he finally fell asleep. Then Ye Feng returned to his own lodging.

"What is the current situation at the border of the Southern Territory?" As soon as Ye Feng returned, he asked Xiao Chuanqi.

Though Xiao Chuanqi had also been drinking that evening, he knew Ye Feng well enough to understand that one must not let their guard down, even while socializing over drinks—especially now that battles to purge the enemy were underway along the border of the Southern Territory.

"Reporting to my lord, everything is under control. The Southern King has led the soldiers of the Southern Territory to completely purge all remaining soldiers of the Three Kingdoms from the frontier. While they did encounter some minor resistance from small enemy forces, all have been subdued!" Xiao Chuanqi bowed and replied.

This information did not come from the Southern Territory but rather from attendants under the Northern King's banner.

Standing at the doorway with hands clasped behind his back, Ye Feng continued to ask, "What about those three old farts? Have their exact whereabouts been discovered, and are they still within the Xuanyuan Nation's territory?"

"I am ashamed to admit that we have not been able to pinpoint the exact location of those three old farts. However, according to the accounts of the commoners near the border, there have been sightings of these three fleeing the Xuanyuan Nation and escaping back to the Ancient Yue Kingdom!" Xiao Chuanqi reported.

Ye Feng nodded, thinking to himself that most of his Hidden Army were currently preoccupied with secretly investigating something left behind by an emperor over two thousand years ago. Otherwise, had they been here, they wouldn't have allowed the enemy to reach the Southern Territory's Base Camp undetected, resulting in today's passive situation.

Overall, today's events had been close calls without actual harm done. The only thing that slightly displeased Ye Feng was the premature exposure of his Spear of the Ancestral Dragon. He had intended to keep the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon as his trump card for the World Martial Arts Tournament.

Now that it had been exposed ahead of time, he couldn't consider it a secret weapon any longer. Ye Feng believed that word of today's events would quickly spread to the Imperial City and that likely, the Imperial City was already aware of the entire situation by now. Furthermore, the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts would definitely be informed as well.

"Well, let them know then." Ye Feng thought with a faint smile, then spoke seriously, "Send a message to Sima Zhantian and Leng Wuming, ordering them to assemble here immediately. After a brief preparation, we shall leave the Southern Territory Base Camp immediately!"

"To leave the Southern Territory Base Camp now, my lord, aren't you going to wait for the return of the Southern King?" Xiao Chuanqi asked.

"The matters of the Southern Territory have essentially stabilized, so there's naturally no need to stay any longer. There's no need to wait for his return, just leave him a message!" Ye Feng said lightly.

The reason for his haste in leaving the Southern Territory Base Camp was that he needed to quickly make his way to the Spirit Channel to investigate whether it was as unusual as the legends suggested.

"As you command, my lord, I will go call the two of them immediately!" Xiao Chuanqi said, bowing before he promptly left.

Ye Feng, with hands still clasped behind his back, looked up at the bright elliptical moon above and thought inwardly, "Now that my trump card has been revealed, enemies at the World Martial Arts Tournament will surely come up with countermeasures. To win the tournament, I must strengthen my power as quickly as possible!"

Of course, in addition to enhancing his strength, Ye Feng was also contemplating finding another formidable trump card for himself. However, such a trump card wasn't easy to come by and couldn't be rushed. For instance, the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon had come to him by chance. Everything depended on luck and destiny.

That being said, Ye Feng believed his luck wouldn't be too bad.

Before long, Xiao Chuanqi soon returned, accompanied by Sima Zhantian and Leng Wuming. For this trip to the Southern Territory, Ye Feng didn't bring many people with him—only these three most reliable and strongest close subordinates were visibly accompanying him.

"My lord, where are we heading in such deep night?" Sima Zhantian inquired.

"You'll know once we get there!" Ye Feng said indifferently, then started walking.

Sima Zhantian, this simple-minded, brawny man, wanted to ask something more, but Xiao Chuanqi held him back, saying, "Can't you be a bit smarter? If the lord is mobilizing at such a late hour, it cannot be for some simple pleasure of looking at the night sky. There must be important matters afoot. Why ask so many questions? Just follow along."

Suddenly realizing his faux pas, Sima Zhantian smacked his forehead and said, "Look at me, must have had one too many earlier. Whatever the lord asks us to do, we do—why the hell did I ask so much?"

Xiao Chuanqi shook his head speechlessly, then quickly followed Ye Feng's pace. The other two followed closely behind, and the four of them took advantage of the cover of night to leave the Southern Territory's base camp, heading directly towards the southwest.
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At this very moment, far away in the capital at the Great General's Mansion—although it was already late into the night—the study in the mansion remained brightly lit, and the person inside had not yet gone to bed.

Staying awake at such a late hour generally meant one was unable to sleep, and that might well be due to encountering some tricky matter.

On the Taishi Chair in the study, Great General Duan Tian sat with his legs apart, eyes squinting at the lantern in front of him, seemingly lost in thought.

There was another chair at the side where a person stood restlessly beside it rather than sitting. This man was no other than the Great General Duan Tian's foster son, Sky-piercing, who was also the grandson of the Heaven Guard National Pillar.

"Foster Father, please say something! You're already aware of what happened in the Southern Territory today. The World Martial Arts Tournament starts in less than half a month, and we need to quickly come up with a complete plan," Sky-piercing urged.

"What's the hurry!" Duan Tian suddenly turned his head to glare at his foster son, coldly snorting, "You're usually so composed; why are you so flustered over such a trifle today? It's just that Northern King Ye Feng has obtained a Spirit Artifact Divine Spear!"

With a wry smile, Sky-piercing replied, "Foster Father, as you know, that's a Spirit Artifact. Northern King Ye Feng was already strong to begin with. Under equal conditions, I naturally wouldn't fear him, but with a Spirit Artifact in his possession, it's like adding wings to a tiger—his combat power has soared by several times, not that I'm boosting his morale and diminishing my own prestige."

Upon hearing this, Great General Duan Tian also let out a long sigh and said, "Indeed, a Spirit Artifact. The stuff of legends. Even I do not possess one, and even that old man Zhao Gongming only has the semi-Spiritual Artifact Xuanyuan Sword. How can that Ye lad be so lucky as to have such a powerful Spirit Artifact come to him out of nowhere!"

"Foster Father, to be honest with you, with that Spirit Energy Divine Spear in his hand, Ye Feng's combat power is almost on par with a Divine Ability Realm Level fighter. Not to speak of me being no match for him, within the entire World Martial Arts Tournament, I fear there are fewer than three people who could surpass him!"

"So, Foster Father, we must come up with a method or this time we're bound to lose!" Sky-piercing insisted.

Duan Tian frowned deeply and remained silent. After a while, he let out a long sigh and said, "There's no other way, it seems. We'll have to swallow our pride and ask for help from that person."

"Foster Father, whom are you thinking of asking? Who could help us?" Sky-piercing asked.

"The Pillar of the Heavenly Peace!" Duan Tian articulated each word.

"Heavenly Peace Family Pillar, but wasn't he, just like my grandfather, already passed away?" Sky-piercing questioned again.

"To be precise, it's the descendant of the Heavenly Peace Family Pillar. As far as I know, back in the day, it was precisely by wielding a Spiritual Artifact that he swept across all foes, making the nations of the Western Region tremble in fear!" Duan Tian uttered disdainfully.

"I've heard that the Heavenly Peace Family Pillar had a Spiritual Artifact, which has now become their family heirloom. They wouldn't lend it to us for no reason—after all, my grandfather, the Heaven Guard National Pillar, didn't have the best relationship with him," Sky-piercing responded with a hint of helplessness.

"No, don't worry, they will lend it to us," Duan Tian reassured as he slowly stood up.

"Foster Father, how can you be so sure?"

Duan Tian smiled faintly and said, "Eight years ago, I saved the life of the only grandson of the Heavenly Peace Family Pillar. With this favor owed to me, they have no reason to refuse. Besides, with this sole heir of theirs unable to practice martial arts, a mere wastrel, the Heavenly Peace Family needs to find a patron.

Otherwise, in another ten or twenty years, when the older generation is gone, they'll be done for."