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

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After finishing their conversation, Duan Tian and another person left the Great General's Mansion overnight. Taking advantage of the dim morning light, they boarded a special aircraft and directly headed northwest. Meanwhile, in a side courtyard of the Tianyong Pavilion of the Imperial Capital, an old man sat under a tree, continuously sighing.

"Spiritual Artifact, who could have imagined that the spear would actually... actually be a Spiritual Artifact!"

This elder, who was constantly sighing, was none other than Grand Sect Leader Zhao Gongming of the Tianyong Pavilion. He had accompanied Ye Feng when he entered the Tianyong Pavilion's treasure vault to choose that long spear. At first, he thought the long spear was just scrap metal, but who could have imagined...

Thinking of this, Zhao Gongming's heart bled. He had been in and out of the treasure vault for decades, yet he had failed to distinguish a true gem. Even now, he only possessed a single Half-Spirit Artifact.

"Indeed, the lad is exceptional. He even managed to deceive me that day. However, I am really curious how, on that day, you youngster were able to discern the true nature of this Spiritual Artifact?" Zhao Gongming bitterly smiled to himself, but soon his thoughts turned to his Direct Disciple.

Even though Zhao Gongming was defeated once again, defeated by Ye Feng, as a master, he still did not believe his disciple was inferior to Ye Feng. He thought that the current defeat was only temporary and that his disciple would ultimately be the best.

This kind of mindset is somewhat like that of all parents in the world. Even if their child is inadequate, in the eyes of the parents, they are still the best. Fortunately, Zhao Gongming was still a man of understanding. He lamented, "Now that this lad Ye Feng has a Spiritual Artifact, it is like giving a mighty weapon to a tiger, enhancing his might.

If Wen Yuan wants to contend with him, he needs to have a Spiritual Artifact in hand as well. However, finding a Spiritual Artifact is truly not easy!"

With that thought, he silently looked up at the tallest tower on the left. That tower usually housed two elderly individuals, unquestionably the two highest-ranking individuals in conventional influence within the Xuanyuan Nation.

"Seems like I'll have to swallow my pride and ask him for a favor," Zhao Gongming said to himself, thinking of elder Zhang who held Wen Yuan in high regard.

"Hopefully, he will not refuse to help, even if it's just a temporary loan." Rising to his feet and dusting off his bottom, the old man Zhao Gongming was planning to ask for assistance from none other than Tang Bai, one of the Tianyong Pavilion's two sovereign elders.

At this very moment, in a place not belonging to this timespace of Earth, there is a place with a wall stretching across the void - the Great Wall of Heaven. This winding wall of thousands of miles effectively seals off the space passages to the west.

An emaciated old man, wearing a coarse long robe and dangling a big tobacco pipe, sat leisurely on the edge of the Great Wall of Heaven, puffing away at his pipe. Next to him was a young girl with bright, moonlight-like eyes.

The girl appeared to be only twelve or thirteen years old, but the wisdom and slyness revealed in her bright, large eyes were unmatched by adults.

"Grandpa, how much longer do we have to guard this place?" the girl, tilting her head, asked suddenly while looking up at the hazy sky dome.

This world is different from the conventional Earth. There is no sun, no moon, and no stars. The sky is always murky. There is no concept of days here, and it seems that those who come to this place are not too concerned about it.

However, the girl seemed new to this world, so she couldn't help being concerned. This girl was none other than Long Nannan, who had left the Northern Cloud Residence.

The old man with the big smoking pipe didn't pay attention to his granddaughter but continued leisurely pulling on his big tobacco pipe. Long Nannan immediately grew impatient and pouted, "Grandpa, if you ignore me again, one of these days, I'm going to pee in your tobacco leaves, so you can't smoke anymore. You know me, I do what I say!"

This finally made the old man respond. After tapping his big tobacco pipe on the ground, he turned his head and glanced at her, "Why, you've been away for just a few days, and you're already missing that rascal?" Find your next read on My Virtual Library Empire

Even though her thoughts were read perfectly, Long Nannan, after all, was Long Nannan. Her skin was as thick as the Great Wall of Heaven below, so she shamelessly said, "Rest assured, I'll pee on your hidden tobacco leaves tomorrow!"

"Alright, alright, isn't grandpa answering your question right now?"

The old man felt somewhat helpless with his granddaughter and sighed before saying, "How much longer we must stay, grandpa doesn't know, and it's not something grandpa can decide. Since we were born and landed in that small mountain village, it's not up to us to decide anymore."

As soon as he said this, without waiting for his granddaughter to speak, he immediately added, "But there is one thing grandpa knows. That rascal you're thinking of in your heart, he will probably be coming this way before long."

"Really?" Long Nannan's eyes widened upon hearing these words, her cute face looking as adorable as could be.

The old man once again hoisted his big smoking pipe and continued on his own, "Up to now, he has acquired the first Spiritual Artifact that should have belonged to him, and he will soon find the second one. And I believe the third one won't be too far off either. Soon, very soon..."

Long Nannan couldn't fully grasp what her grandfather meant, but there was one thing she was sure of: it wouldn't be long before she would truly be able to see that person again.

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It's indeed strange when she reminisces; while she was with him, she didn't feel much. But when she left, Long Nannan realized her heart and eyes were almost filled with him, a sensation she herself couldn't explain.

Of course, the old man saw everything clearly—he had been through it all before. But he knew well that sometimes, speaking up isn't better than simply observing from a distance. After all, isn't it better to let things take their natural course or to let the uncooked rice cook into a meal?

Suddenly, Long Nannan asked, "Grandpa, I remember you once said that one day he will descend upon this place like a hero. Is that true?"

The old man smiled slightly and said, "Whether it's true, I dare not be certain, but one thing I can tell you is this: if there is anyone who can get us out of this place, it must be him. And if even he can't, then you'll have to honestly stay put until you become an old yellow-faced woman."

At these words, Long Nannan made a face and stuck out her tongue, then said, "Grandpa is making fun of me again. I don't care about you anymore, I'm going to find Sausage Sister!"

Having said that, Long Nannan's figure flickered, and she disappeared from the spot. If, at this moment, there had been a Divine Ability Realm Martial Artist of the Fifth Level present, they would certainly have been shocked to discover that although this little girl seemed to be only twelve or thirteen years old, her Cultivation Realm had actually reached the Divine Ability Level!

The gaunt old man sat atop the Great Wall of Heaven with a big smoking pipe in his mouth. All of a sudden, his expression changed as he looked towards the distant sky horizon, his face taking on an odd expression.

"Mu Rongtian, oh Mu Rongtian, do you really think you've calculated everything, that your thieving heart isn't dead? Twenty years ago, this old man forgave you once, but why haven't you learned your lesson?"

The old man shook his head as he spoke and then added, "Since you still don't know when to stop, you can't blame anyone in the future."

At this, the old man seemed to mind the wind here, because at night, a bone-chilling cold wind suddenly blew, and even someone with his Cultivation Realm couldn't stay long, seeing as this chilly wind was blowing from that Alien Space-Time.

And at this very moment, at the distant end of the Great Wall of Heaven, two men dressed in black robes stood. The older one, appearing to be in his forties, had a square and upright face that radiated integrity and handsome righteousness.

His posture was straight, exuding a commanding presence. He was none other than Mu Rongtian, the man the old man with the big tobacco pipe had just mentioned, and also Mu Tian's father.

At this moment, Mu Tian, whose figure was equally upright, was standing behind his father. The two stood in a muddled gray world, silently observing the desolate and ruined scene before them, neither speaking, the atmosphere steeped in desolation.

However, the silence didn't last long, for at that time, a white wind blew from the far North, a wind with a color that could chill even a High-Level Martial Artist to the bone.

Suddenly, Mu Rongtian said, "It's unimaginable to think what this space-time would be like without the Great Wall of Heaven. Would Earth still be called the green planet now?"

Although his words were vague, Mu Tian understood, nodding and saying, "Without the Great Wall of Heaven to hinder it, if that cold wind could sweep through unimpeded along with the Alien Race invasions from Alien Territory, Earth might not have remained Earth for over two thousand years."

Mu Rongtian laughed suddenly and turning around, asked, "I suddenly really want to know, what do you think of that person from over two thousand years ago?"

Even though he did not mention who that person was from over two thousand years ago, Mu Tian understood; after all, they were father and son, and no one in the world knew his father better than he did.

"That person from over two thousand years ago, no matter their grand contributions, achievements, or even how much they were despised by many, all of that is irrelevant now, isn't it? Everything has become dust. To judge them after they've turned to dust, isn't that superfluous?" Mu Tian calmly stated with what seemed like reasoned arguments.

Having heard this, Mu Rongtian sighed deeply, with an indescribable melancholy in his resignation.

Mu Tian couldn't help but ask, "Father, is what I said incorrect?"

Mu Rongtian replied, "It's not that it's incorrect, but it's not entirely right either, or perhaps it's just too one-sided. My son, your view is ultimately still too narrow. That person from two thousand years ago might have turned to dust, but look at the Great Wall of Heaven spanning the horizon in front of us; it still stands, doesn't it? Do you dare say that person really just became dust?"

This time, Mu Tian once again fell into silence.