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

"True to the adage that heroes with Martial prowess defy prohibitions!"

Everyone on Heng Mountain knew that even though this was merely a verbal warning, if there were a next time, the Northern Border King would likely embark on a killing spree.

"The Martial Arts World has been peaceful for dozens of years, but now, it seems we must prepare for an upcoming storm of blood and fury!" Daoist Master Mingxu stood atop the summit, gazing longingly at Ye Feng's retreating figure and sighed deeply.

King Dugu Ming of the Southern Territory, though, wore a look of regret. As a King of One Realm himself, he felt considerably less impressive by comparison.

At this moment, Ye Feng had reached the Central Gate halfway up the mountain. After leaving his message, he didn't even enter through the gate, choosing instead to descend directly.

All the way down, none amongst Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhantian and the others spoke, as they could all feel the overwhelming aura of authority exuding from Ye Feng. It was unmistakable, the demeanor of a reigning king.

Even Hong Qingyan didn't dare to approach at this time, due to the immense pressure the aura of a king generated.

"Ouch..."

Suddenly, Hong Qingyan let out a cry of pain. She had been so focused on Ye Feng and, compounded by her existing leg injury, she had carelessly twisted her ankle.

Ye Feng abruptly turned around, only then realizing that he had been so engrossed in his thoughts that he had almost forgotten about his companions behind him.

"How are you, are you alright?" Ye Feng hurried over to support Hong Qingyan.

"I'm fine, Big Brother Ye, don't worry about me. I just wasn't careful and twisted it!" Hong Qingyan forced a smile, though the excruciating pain from her foot was almost too much to bear.

"Let me have a look!" Ye Feng said, bending down to lift the hem of her clothing, only then noticing the large swollen area around her ankle.

Without a second word, Ye Feng squatted down with his back facing Hong Qingyan and then said, "Get on, I'll carry you down the mountain!"

Hong Qingyan was struck dumb, staring with wide eyes and hesitating for quite a while before saying, "This... Big Brother Ye, is this really appropriate?"

Ye Feng, with an arched brow, replied, "What's wrong with it?"

Stammering, Hong Qingyan said, "Because Big Brother Ye, you... you have now publicly revealed your identity as a king. If the people around us were to see you, a king, stooping to carry a nameless woman like me down the mountain, it might cause ridicule, embarrassing you."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng's expression darkened as he retorted sharply, "Nonsense, it's my woman I'm carrying. If anyone dares to mock, I'll wipe them out with a single slap!"

Upon hearing these words, Hong Qingyan's mind exploded, and she was utterly dumbfounded. Throughout her life, she had seen countless idol dramas on television and heard plenty of sweet nothings, but she had never encountered anything as forceful as what she heard today.

Could this be the kind of domineering affection that only belongs to a reigning king?

All of a sudden, a wave of sweetness surged in the depths of Hong Qingyan's heart, leaving her feeling utterly elated.

Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhantian, and the others, watching from the side, didn't burst into laughter. It wasn't because of Ye Feng's threat to silence any mocker—it was because they knew their master was just that sort of person, and they were used to his character.

Without further ado, Ye Feng hoisted Hong Qingyan onto his back and then started striding down the mountain.

"Your ankle is already swollen. We'll find a place to treat your injury after we descend. You should recover in a few hours, no need to worry!" Ye Feng spoke softly.

Who says tough men lack tenderness? It's just that they haven't met the right person!

For example, Ye Feng, who had become famous two years earlier, had caught the eye of numerous daughters from the Noble Clan Gates of the capital. Many had dreamt of basking in the grace of the youngest and most handsome king, whose future was boundlessly promising.

But Ye Feng looked down on all of these, because he knew that what these so-called daughters of wealthy families truly valued was nothing more than his throne and power.

Until he met Hong Qingyan...

This woman, whose heart was as pure as the Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus, had gradually melted Ye Feng's heart, which was as hard as steel, during the more than three months of selfless care.

"Hmm..." Hong Qingyan's petite, delicate body lay on his back, almost at a loss on how to respond, managing only a soft hum from her throat.

After everyone descended the mountain, it was noon. Subsequently, they found a secluded small restaurant at the foot of the mountain to eat. Meanwhile, Ye Feng took the opportunity to treat Hong Qingyan's injuries in private.

"Right, Big Brother Ye, now that the matters in the Southern Territory are settled, what are your plans next?" Hong Qingyan suddenly asked.

Ye Feng stopped using his inner strength to dissipate the swelling in her ankle, thought for a moment, and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, I'll head back to Jiangdu first to see your grandfather, and then we'll go the imperial capital together."

"That sounds great. It's been quite some time since I've seen Grandfather," Hong Qingyan said with delight.

Ye Feng said no more. After taking a short rest, they set off again, driving northward.

Before long, the sky grew dim. The Southern Territory was mountainous, full of tortuous snaking roads, extremely rugged and steep. Moreover, as the sky darkened, the speed of the car had to decrease. Fortunately, Sima Zhantian was a Huajin Grandmaster after all, with keen perception, so there was no need to worry.

There were not many cars on the mountain road. However, after midnight, ahead in the distance on the mountain road, suddenly came the sounds of roaring engines.

These were the rumbles of car engines running at high speeds, resembling distant thunder. And from the sound of it, these cars must be of high value, many of them advanced sports cars.

From the passenger seat, Xiao Chuanqi could not help but hum coldly, "Doing a car chase on this kind of winding road in the middle of the night, they must have a death wish!"
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Sima Zhantian drove and snorted, "Most likely they are the second and third-generation offspring of wealthy families in the Southern Territory. These wastrels usually have nothing better to do, living off others, and enjoy seeking thrills in the middle of the night."

Ye Feng, sitting in the backseat with his eyes closed for rejuvenation, has always been too lazy to pay attention to such trivial matters.

But the roaring grew louder, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen luxury sports cars, as swift as the wind, were about to surge upwards.

At this moment, someone suddenly used a loudspeaker from below to announce, "Serpent Coil Mountain is used for usual car races. Bystanders, make way! Those of you above, did you hear that? If you don't want to die, find a wide area to stop immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Sima Zhantian got angry, grinding his teeth and cursing, "Dammit, they really are tired of living, expecting me to move over?"

Xiao Chuanqi furrowed his brows, worriedly saying, "The cars below are moving too fast. If those spoiled brats are careless and one changes lanes to overtake, crashing into us, it might be dangerous, especially since there are cliffs and precipices below."

At that moment, Sima Zhantian hesitated; they were not too concerned for themselves, but they had Hong Qingyan in the car.

Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, speaking in an indifferent tone, "What's the quality of our car like?"

Sima Zhantian laughed and said, "This car was procured from the Southern Territory. It may look quite ordinary on the outside, but it has been modified. Bullets can't even penetrate it."

Ye Feng further inquired, "What about collision protection?"

"Collision protection naturally isn't an issue either, it's more than capable of crushing any of these so-called supercars on the market," replied Sima Zhantian.

"Then good, no need to hesitate, don't stop the car, speed up!" Ye Feng calmly instructed and then closed his eyes once more.