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

Mu Tian remained silent for a longer time on this occasion because he was pondering. He was trying to decipher the meaning behind his father's words. However, as his father had said, his vision and understanding were still too limited, which of course meant that he couldn't fully comprehend it.

Seeing this, Mu Rongtian had no choice but to change the subject. "How is your good friend doing recently?"

Mu Tian, of course, knew who his father was referring to and immediately asked, "Let's hear it."

The corners of Mu Rongtian's mouth curled into a mocking smile as he said, "He has already successfully obtained the first expected spiritual artifact. Moreover, according to my predictions, it won't be long before he can get his hands on the second one."

Mu Tian also smiled and said, "I wouldn't have thought that he already has a spiritual artifact. With that, his combat power will inevitably surge. This makes things more interesting; otherwise, I wouldn't even be excited about facing him when he enters here."

Mu Rongtian then asked in return, "Aren't you afraid that once he obtains all the heritage treasures of that person from before, his power will soar tremendously, and you will no longer be his match?"

Mu Tian laughed heartily and said, "I'm not afraid, not in the slightest. Hasn't father already arranged a contingency plan, for example, that little girl? Once Ye Feng gets hold of the entire heritage treasure from over two thousand years ago, that could very well be the time of his demise."

This time, Mu Rongtian truly laughed, nodding with satisfaction as he said, "It seems you've fully grasped my plan. As such, I won't make arrangements for you to go back and compete in the World Martial Arts Tournament. That sort of thing is truly uninteresting when you get down to it."

Mu Tian replied, "Father, the World Martial Arts Tournament is indeed of little significance; it's merely a facade. However, the Martial Academy of the Xuanyuan Nation seems rather extraordinary. Don't you want to take it into your own control?"

Mu Rongtian burst into hearty laughter upon hearing this and said, "Rest assured, I've arranged everything already. Even if that youngster with the surname Ye obtains two heritage spiritual artifacts, he has no chance of winning at the World Martial Arts Assembly. The position of Martial Principal is tied to the future direction of the Martial Dao's luck, and I must firmly keep it in my hands!"

As he said this, Mu Rongtian's tone suddenly shifted. "As the chilly winds rise again, I believe the Alien Territory is no longer peaceful. Tian'er, I'm giving you half a year's time; you must step into that realm. Then, I'll take you into the Alien Space-Time.

Only there can it be considered a vast expanse of heaven and earth, and only there is it worthy to be the true battlefield of our father and son!"

"Yes, father. Half a year should be enough!" Mu Tian said, clenching his fist slightly. Even at his level of cultivation, the thought of that Alien Space-Time still filled him with indescribable excitement.

Not many people in this world could enter that Alien Space-Time. It wasn't that people didn't wish to, but rather that their cultivation levels were insufficient. Therefore, despite the known extreme danger of the Alien Space-Time, it also held a massive allure.

After all, there's a legend that the Alien Space-Time harbors the secret to immortality!

Meanwhile, Ye Feng had already left the Southern Territory Base Camp under the cover of night and, after four hours, finally reached the Spirit Channel in the southwest.

This Spirit Channel was not very large, but it looked incredibly ancient. The babbling clear water flowed, appearing tranquil under the veil of night.

"Shadow!" Ye Feng stood under the big tree, quietly observing the Spirit Channel in front of him, and suddenly called out.

The next moment, a slender and lean shadow emerged from under the shade of the big tree. The shadow bowed and said, "Master, you've arrived."

Ye Feng, with his hands behind his back, spoke indifferently, "Explain in detail, how exactly are those strange specks of light distributed?"

The shadow bowed and said, "Master, I cannot say exactly how they're distributed. They appeared and vanished so suddenly last time that I didn't have the chance to take a picture. But now that the moon is obscured, as soon as it reappears, you should be able to see them."

Saying this, the shadow, seemingly feeling that her words were still not convincing enough, extended her slender, pale jade hand and pointed towards the flowing water ahead, saying, "To be precise, the spot where the strange light appeared is just above that section of the Spirit Channel. It's mainly concentrated right there."

Ye Feng nodded and said nothing more. Although it was late into the night, he had heard that these strange lights only appeared after midnight, so he wasn't in a hurry and waited quietly.

He didn't wait long before the moon once again revealed itself from behind the clouds. The bright, clean moonlight shone down upon the Spirit Channel. Ye Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed intently on the area the shadow had indicated earlier.

At first, he didn't notice anything, but soon he spotted something unusual. The water flowing in the Spirit Channel suddenly emitted faint specks of light. The glow was very weak, nearly imperceptible unless one paid close attention.

And even if someone noticed, unless they were particularly interested, they wouldn't pay it much attention, dismissing it as merely the reflection of moonlight. Ye Feng did nothing but gaze intently; at this moment, his mind stirred and his Divine Sense suddenly surged out wildly, washing over the surface of the water.

Then he saw a pattern, and everything became clear.

Under the perception of Ye Feng's Divine Sense, the pattern he observed was made up of light points. It wasn't complex—it resembled the shape of a hand with the index finger pointing towards a certain direction.

Ye Feng immediately followed the direction indicated by the pattern's finger and saw a dilapidated City God Temple located there; beyond that, there was nothing else in the vicinity. In that instant, Ye Feng understood everything.

Initially, he had thought that the object must be hidden below the Spirit Channel, and that worried him since, if the object really was underneath, wouldn't that mean digging up the Spirit Channel and thereby damaging it?

Now that he thought about it, it seemed that the builder had already considered this and therefore specifically constructed a City God Temple nearby.

The City God Temple was very old and rundown, seemingly because it had stood the test of a long stretch of time. Ye Feng slowly walked over and stooped down to inspect it closely, discovering that the history of this temple stretched back over two thousand years, which made him even more certain.

Xiao Chuanqi and the others stood quietly in place, watching Ye Feng as he continued his observations, all of them curious. Even Shadow was somewhat puzzled as to why his master's interest had suddenly shifted to the City God Temple on the shore, but of course, they did not dare to ask too many questions.

Ye Feng inspected the temple repeatedly but noticed nothing unusual. Then, he thought to himself and decided that he would still have to use his Divine Sense since earlier it was only with Divine Sense that he could see that pattern; this time, he might only find something using Divine Sense as well.

As expected, the moment his Divine Sense enveloped the small City God Temple, Ye Feng immediately sensed the horizontal table inside. The table itself was not large, only about half a meter in length.

"It seems that the object should be hidden inside this table," Ye Feng said with a slight smile. He reached out with a Great Hand and gently pressed on the dirty stone slab of the table, which immediately shattered, revealing the contents inside.

It was a piece of purple cloth; it wasn't quite a cloth, as it wasn't made of fabric. Perhaps due to the ravages of time, the purple hue had faded, but the item was still intact.

"What exactly is this thing?" Ye Feng wondered, but his intuition told him that it was no ordinary object.

"This isn't the place to study it. It looks like it's better to take it back for a closer look!" With that thought, Ye Feng prepared to stand up, but right then, his Divine Sense stirred and shifted onto the broken statue of the City God Lord.

Under the observation of Divine Sense, the City God Lord emitted a faint yellow glow. Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh, "Who would have thought that even this City God Lord would have a treasure on him?"

After a moment's thought, he struck the statue with a palm and it shattered immediately, revealing a glinting golden armor.

"Is this actually a Spirit Artifact Level armor?" Ye Feng's heart leaped when he held the item in his hands, which somewhat resembled Golden Thread Soft Armor. He clearly felt the armor bursting with joy.

"So it seems that the real treasure of the Spirit Channel is indeed this Spirit Artifact Treasure Armor!" Ye Feng sighed to himself, grateful that he hadn't retracted all of his Divine Sense earlier, or he would have missed it entirely.

"I remember now, this Treasure Armor, it's almost identical to the one worn by the emperor I dreamt of in Fallen Dragon Valley. Could it be that this is that very same piece?" Ye Feng's heart stirred, and he was once again shaken, realizing that his Spear of the Ancestral Dragon was also the weapon wielded by the man in his dream.

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"It appears that the legacy of that man from over two thousand years ago includes not only the spear but also a sword, even more formidable. However, it's a pity that it isn't hidden here in the southern Spirit Channel!"

Ye Feng felt a pang of regret. As he delved deeper, the events that had transpired over two thousand years ago gradually became clearer to him, and he also came to understand the true nature of the Heritage Cultivation Technique he was practicing.

"Let's leave this place now!"

To be cautious, Ye Feng used his Divine Sense to scan the area thoroughly one more time before leaving the site of the Spirit Channel. He didn't head towards the Southern Territory's Base Camp since everything was already resolved; instead, he decided to head straight north, taking advantage of the night to continue his journey back to the capital city by transfer.