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

At the beginning, Ye Feng was merely curious, but the more he watched, the more he felt that this little old man was abnormal. Firstly, the fact that this person appeared here was abnormal in itself, given that Ten-mile Slope was neither near a village nor near a shop. Furthermore, despite his advanced years, his movement was still so adept, and there was a faint sense of transcendence and purity about him. Especially after seeing so many imposing individuals on his side, the other party didn't seem to be scared at all. Clearly, this was a person of hermit-like stature, and Ye Feng speculated that he might very well be from one of the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts. And daring to wait here alone, this person was definitely not simple, at the very least, he must be a genuine powerhouse in the Divine Ability Realm. Upon seeing this, Ye Feng smiled slightly and then called out, "Old sir, after being busy for so long, how about coming over for a drink of wine?" The old man showed no hesitation, put down the work in his hands, and walked straight over to sit down opposite Ye Feng. He took up the bowl with such grace that he indeed appeared extraordinary. Ye Feng observed him discreetly, and after the two clinked cups, smiled and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you've come here especially to wait for me, haven't you?" The white-haired old man was slightly startled but did not answer and instead countered, "How can you tell?" Ye Feng became even more sure of his own thoughts. Of course, he didn't answer directly and instead asked, "Might you be from one of the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts, the question is whether you are from the Holy Mansion of Confucian Sect or the Underworld Sect, or perhaps the Flora Sect?" Upon these words, Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhantian, and the others standing around the pavilion tensed up instantly, their eyes turning watchful towards the thin little old man. The old man's expression remained unchanged, just the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a teasing smile. Then he tilted his head back and drank a bowl of wine, his demeanor and actions seemingly expressing a profound sense of disdain. Ye Feng's gaze sharpened. From this, it seemed the man was not from one of the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts. If he dared to show disdain for the Sects of Ancient Martial Arts, then this transcendent elder who even seemed to have reached the state of Return to Simplicity must probably be from the legendary Four Great Ancient Clans. Among the Four Great Ancient Clans, up to now, Ye Feng had only had dealings with the Bu Family. Thus, it seemed highly likely that this little old man was from the Bu Family of the Ancient Clan. What Ye Feng couldn't understand, though, was the implication of the man suddenly appearing here. The old man took a large swig of wine, put down the bowl, and, instead of answering directly, countered again, "With your keen observation, why not venture another guess as to where I come from?" At this point, the atmosphere became somewhat tense, with Xiao Chuan, Sima Zhantian, and the others unconsciously closing in around the old man. After being alerted by Ye Feng, everyone felt the old man's presence was clearly abnormal. Ye Feng waved his hand, signaling them to back away. If he hadn't guessed wrong, this might be the most powerful opponent he had encountered so far, even more fearsome than the two old men in the Utility Pavilion. After all, Ye Feng had also met the two elders from the Utility Pavilion. Although they felt strong and majestic, Ye Feng could still sense their limits. However, this little old man made him feel like he was facing a vast ocean or an endless abyss. One had to admit that this little old man had almost reached the legendary state of Return to Simplicity. What was more important was that the cultivation practiced by the Four Great Ancient Clans was that of the Ancient Daoist Cultivators, which meant they were Cultivators of the current age, naturally higher by one level than martial artists. Ye Feng dared to assert that this man had likely already transcended the Foundation Establishment Stage and stepped into the realm of the fabled Golden Core Great Dao! With this thought, Ye Feng felt an increasing pressure in his heart; his face, however, remained expressionless, and he smiled slightly, asking, "Would your surname happen to be Bu?" With that one question, the hand of the little old man holding the wine bowl suddenly froze midair, and his expression momentarily stilled, but it quickly returned to normal as he shook his head and sighed, "No wonder you surpass even Bu Tianyun. You are not only talented but also meticulous in thinking, truly a genius." Ye Feng also smiled and said, "Surely you haven't traveled all this way just to compliment me, have you?" The old man didn't rush to reply but instead took another large gulp of wine before saying on his own accord, "My name is Bu Zheng, and of course, you've never heard of it." Ye Feng indeed had not heard of it, so he remained silent. Old Mr. Bu chuckled and continued, "Normally, the Four Great Ancient Clans don't easily intervene in the world, for we have our missions. However, times have changed, and accordingly, our missions must also change." Ye Feng countered, "So you mean to say, your clans plan to intervene in worldly power struggles now?" Bu Zheng was briefly taken aback, then replied, "You could say that, but I'm here this time at the behest of another, and although I dislike taking advantage of the younger generation, I can't fail to complete a friend's request." Ye Feng laughed, looking at him, "If I'm not mistaken, that person who asked you must be Old Mr. Tang Bai, right?" Bu Zheng was truly surprised now and couldn't help but exclaim, "It seems, you do know quite a bit about the Four Great Ancient Clans, we really underestimated you before." Ye Feng humphed but said nothing. Although most people were not fully aware of the specifics of Tang Bai, one of the elders from the Utility Pavilion, the Old Northern King had already told him years ago that Tang Bai was indeed from the Bu Family of the Four Great Ancient Clans. However, he was not from the Direct Lineage of the Bu Family. Tang Bai was merely an Outer Sect Disciple of the Family. Nevertheless, even as such a disciple, Tang Bai had been able to turn the tide single-handedly and save the Xuanyuan Nation from peril in the last century, which showed that these Four Great Ancient Clans were indeed not to be underestimated. Ye Feng couldn't help but chuckle, "Since Elder Tang Bai is my senior, if he has something to seek with me, why doesn't he come in person?" "He is not at liberty, as you should know. With his status, it isn't suitable for him to show his face, let alone act rashly," Bu Zheng replied, narrowing his eyes slightly and looking at the young man in front of him with a teasing gaze. Truth be told, he was really curious about what was so special about this young man, that he could win the favor of the old fellow with the big smoking pipe from the Northwest Little Mountain Village, to the extent that he had even passed on a heritage that was more than two thousand years old to him. About the origins of the Northwest Little Mountain Village, no one knew better than Bu Zheng, and he also knew the great expectations that the old man with the big smoking pipe had placed on this young man when he gave him the Heritage Cultivation Technique. Bu Zheng couldn't understand what exactly was so special about this young man that he could gain the esteem of the old fellow with the big smoking pipe. Ye Feng fell silent, for by now, he had finally figured out the other party's background and understood his intentions. Although Tang Bai was one of the elders of Utility Pavilion, he clearly did not like Ye Feng, especially after Ye Feng had defeated Bu Tianyun at the Martial Dao convention and foiled Tang Bai's plans, earning himself vehement resentment from the other party. Of course, aside from this, Ye Feng was also aware that Tang Bai's displeasure with him was related to the Cultivation Technique he practiced. The other party was concerned that he might follow the same old path that someone did more than two thousand years ago. Since it was inappropriate for him to appear in person due to his status, he had specifically requested someone from the Bu Family of the Four Great Ancient Clans to come out. Of course, Ye Feng could see that Bu Zheng's visit this time was partly due to Tang Bai's request, but more so it was motivated by the desire to vent anger on behalf of Bu Tianyun. Ye Feng did not speak further but just silently watched his opponent. Although the man was of significant stature and his strength was unfathomable, Ye Feng was not the slightest bit afraid. After all, he was no longer the naive youngster that could easily be ambushed. No matter how mighty the Four Great Ancient Clans might be, there would come a day when he intended not only to unveil their mysterious veil but also to trample them all beneath his feet. At that moment, the old Mr. Bu finally finished his drink, placed the large bowl heavily on the table, and said in a deep voice, "With my status, I shouldn't really make a move against you, but since I've come today, I won't bully you. One move!" Ye Feng remained seated, unflinching, as Bu Zheng looked at him and said with a smile, "Of course, you may defend with all your might. I will only make one move, and after that one move, if you don't die, then you are indeed fortunate. However, if you do die, then you can only blame your insufficient mastery!" Ye Feng remained seated, unflinching. At this point, old Mr. Bu was taken aback and asked, "You don't plan to get up?" Ye Feng simply smiled gently and said, "There's no need." Old Mr. Bu's expression quickly turned grave, and he suddenly lost the aloof demeanor he had before, suddenly sneering, "Brave kid, to be so presumptuous in front of me. I felt a bit reluctant at first, but now it seems you are courting death!" The moment his words fell, the entire pavilion collapsed with a bang, shattered by the might emanating from the old man's body. Following that, his brow twitched, and a strand of golden thread shot out from his eyes, hurtling straight towards Ye Feng. Ye Feng still sat unmoved in his chair, not showing any change in his expression. However, at this moment, every nerve in his body was taut. Perhaps others could not see the terror of this golden thread, but Ye Feng, who was in the midst of it, could feel the fearsome power contained within it. It could even be said that this was the strongest attack he had encountered so far. Just this single strand of golden thread alone was probably enough to destroy a mountain. "As expected of a Golden Core Realm Great Power," Ye Feng sighed inwardly. At that moment, the Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll inside his Sea of Consciousness surged wildly. The opponent's Cultivation Level was too strong, and he was an Ancient Daoist Cultivator to boot. Ye Feng well understood that besides the Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll, the Emperor's Armor, the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon, or even the Emperor's Sword would be unable to withstand this strand of golden thread. Under Ye Feng's activation, the Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll erupted with rolling Source of Luck, which then formed a shield directly in front of his brow. At this moment, the golden thread charged forth and plunged into Ye Feng's brow as if it had met the vast ocean, becoming silent in an instant without causing even the slightest ripple. Seeing this, old Mr. Bu on the opposite side stood shocked, his eyes wide and his face filled with disbelief at the scene before him.