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

Chapter 218: The North Has Fierce Tigers, but the East Has No Dragons

Supernatural Ability Users are quite magical.

They can do many things beyond your imagination, and the changes they can effect with their abilities leave even Martial Artists in awe.

However, in Ye Feng’s view, Supernatural Ability Users are also quite useless—if their abilities cannot affect a person, then they’re no different from lambs to the slaughter.

In other words, Supernatural Ability Users belong to the cream of the crop within their own tier, but they lack the capability to battle beyond their rank; they have various methods, yet their limitations are too rigid.

The ship finally entered the port of the Eastern Border the next afternoon.

Coming and going took four days. Few people knew the purpose of Ye Feng’s long voyage. Even Hong Qingyan was kept in the dark by Ye Feng, who only told her he was going to scout the enemy’s situation and that there wouldn’t be too much danger.

"You’ve worked hard!"

The Old Eastern King personally came to meet them, and he was the only person in the entire Eastern Border who knew what Ye Feng went to do.

Seeing Ye Feng’s military uniform covered in bloodstains, the Old Eastern King fell silent, uncertain whether to feel happy or guilty. This was a matter for the Eastern Border, yet the young Northern Border King had to risk his life for it.

As the saying goes, the new waves of the Yangtze River push forward the old waves; it’s just sad that while the North has fierce tigers, the East lacks mighty dragons.

"Hmm!"

Ye Feng nodded, polite when it was appropriate to be so, but foregoing such pleasantries with the Old Eastern King.

"How did the mission go?"

The Old Eastern King asked with a smile, immediately resuming his normal expression.

"A complete victory."

"The Ronin Guild won’t be able to regroup for another three to five years. Seize this opportunity to work hard. I hope that the next time I come to the Eastern Border, you will present me with a fortress as solid as gold, one that can fight and win battles," Ye Feng said with meaning as he glanced at Xiao Chuanqi.

That Token; the man scarcely took a second look at it after the first. Passing it around, and now it’s still in his own hands—is the position of the King of the Eastern Border less appealing than that of a Northern Border Legion commander?

It must be his own overwhelming personal charm, Ye Feng thought to himself.

"Haha, of course, the old sword isn’t rusty yet; it can still charge into battle," the Old Eastern King laughed.

"Let’s go back, I’ve prepared a victory banquet for you all."

The Old Eastern King laughed heartily.

Ever since his breakthrough to Martial King, his entire spirits had been rejuvenated, and more importantly, his backbone was now stiffer than before. It was possible that he could experience a second spring in his life.

"Oh, you’re willing to spend a fortune this time?"

Ye Feng jested.

"What are you talking about, you are a great hero of our Eastern Border. If I don’t do something about it, wouldn’t people reproach me if they heard about it? They might even say I have no spine. Besides, look at this Eastern Border; can it really be that much poorer than your Northern Border?"

Show-off!

Buttering up too much, Ye Feng couldn’t be bothered to give the Old Eastern King any face.

It’s true, though; located along the coast, the Eastern Border lead the nation economically. But the Northern Border was also the birthplace of industry and included the capital city, so its economy wasn’t poor by any means. The two were simply on par with each other.

"Where is Qingyan?"

Not only had Sima Zhantian and others not arrived, even Hong Qingyan hadn’t, and this puzzled Ye Feng.

"She went to work," the Old Eastern King replied.

"Work? What kind of work is she doing?"

Hong Qingyan needed to work outside as well? Ye Feng grimaced.

"Don’t get angry when I tell you, but Miss Qingyan is working as an assistant for someone," the Old Eastern King said, feeling a surge of murderous intent the moment the words left his mouth, and he quickly moved away from Xiao Chuanqi.

Such intense killing intent!

The Old Eastern King was inwardly alarmed. While it was true that Xiao Chuanqi and he had broken through to Martial King at roughly the same time, if it really came to a fight, the one who would surely die would be him.

"It was Qingyan’s own request, right?"

The future Princess Consort, wife of the King of the Northern Border, working as an assistant—it was no wonder that Xiao Chuanqi let his murderous intent show.

Ye Feng wore a strange expression; Hong Qingyan’s ideas had always been unconventional. Others longed to be pampered their whole life, waited on hand and foot, yet she always found some trouble for herself.

Ye Feng couldn’t believe this, and even if the Old Eastern King had ten times the courage, he wouldn’t dare to take the initiative to arrange it without Qingyan’s approval.

"The two of you really are a perfect match," the Old Eastern King said, seizing the moment to flatter.

"Enough, give me the exact address later," Ye Feng cut him off, having no interest in useless flattery.

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The banquet was attended by many, but few were truly invested.

Xiao Chuanqi watched with a cold eye; these new leaders of the Eastern Border were at this moment exuberantly discussing matters, acting as if being associated with Ye Feng, the fallen King of the Northern Border, was beneath them. Little did they know the man they should truly be singing praises for was right there among them!

Unfortunately, they were all posturing, looking down on others; it was not a good banquet.

"What’s the matter, not happy even after a good meal and drink?" Ye Feng asked Xiao Chuanqi, who wore a gloomy expression as they walked along.

"Of course, my Lord. Do you know what they said about you?"

"They said that when you come to the Eastern Border, all you do is strut around, but you’re useless when it really counts. They claimed you’re more trouble than you’re worth. On East Pole Island, you fled when it mattered most, and on Qian Yuan Mountain, you didn’t dare to even let out a fart. I wanted to behead them all," Xiao Chuanqi said resentfully.

The victory banquet had stirred his desire to kill.

"So what if they said that? Aren’t I still well and healthy? In the Northern Border, I’ve commanded no less than a hundred battles, and I’ve killed more people than I can count. There are many who sing my praises, but even more who curse me and wish for my early death. If we were to take all of them into account, could you kill them all?"

"In this world, we’ve never sought praise. Where hasn’t there been brothers like us—in watchtowers, on ice fields and deserts, and at national borders? When have they ever received praise?"

"All we seek is a heart free from guilt, true to our duties, to our hometown, and to Xuanyuan. If you really want to vent your anger, it’s not like there’s no way."

Damn it!

When I say so much unpleasant stuff, do you really think I’m drunk or deaf?

Ye Feng’s gaze stopped jumping around. He was never a man without temper, he just didn’t want to ruin the Old Eastern King’s scene.

"What way?"

Xiao Chuanqi couldn’t help but ask.

"Take this and hit them as much as you like, just don’t beat them to death. Having them lay in bed for ten days to half a month is nothing."

A Golden Dragon Token was laid out in front of Xiao Chuanqi, who looked hesitant.

"What, you don’t want to go now?"

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes and asked.

"Go!"

"I will bring the good news to our master."

Xiao Chuanqi’s face set in determination, he grabbed the Token and swiftly walked away.

"It’s not easy!"

Watching Xiao Chuanqi leave, Ye Feng shook his head helplessly. It had not been easy to cultivate a Martial King under him, and now he had caught the Old Eastern King’s eye.

What was even more vexing was that he still had to scheme to lure him away—all for the sake of Xuanyuan Nation. Of course, Ye Feng wasn’t without his own selfish desires—if one day the King of the Eastern Border had been his subordinate...

How glorious would that be to speak of?

Linhai General Hospital.

It could be said that the biggest hospital in the Eastern Border was the Linhai General Hospital, which admitted no less than a thousand patients every day.

And this was where Hong Qingyan was working.

Ye Feng shed his military uniform and switched to urban fashionable attire. Even without the green uniform, his demeanor lost none of its distinction, resembling a dashing young nobleman.

After a wide detour, Ye Feng finally found the department where Hong Qingyan was working—the surgical outpatient clinic.

A simple general surgery—however, after asking around, Ye Feng was told that Hong Qingyan had gone to the operating theater.

The operating theater?

Ye Feng was somewhat surprised. She was quick to assist in the operating theater, undaunted by the possibility of making a big mistake.

"Young man, what are you doing here?"

Outside the operating room sat a middle-aged man, whose wife was undergoing surgery inside.

"I came to see my wife."

Ye Feng replied.

"Your wife is inside? Must be Miss Qingyan, young man, I must say you’re really impressive."

The middle-aged man asked tentatively, his tone cautious.

"I also think I’m quite impressive."

To his surprise, Ye Feng’s response was offhand, causing the middle-aged man to be taken aback. Such a young man,

and not modest in the slightest!

The middle-aged man sighed and shook his head without speaking further, knowing from Ye Feng’s expensive clothes that he was of a distinguished background, born either to officialdom or wealth.

And for someone who could get a department head to personally perform surgery on a family member, this middle-aged man was certainly no less perceptive or influential.

"Young man, standing here so long, what can you see?"

Watching Ye Feng stand at the door for over ten minutes, with his straight posture and concentrated gaze, the middle-aged uncle couldn’t help but feel a deeper respect and approached him as he stood up.

"I can’t see anything, but I can feel her presence."

In truth, Ye Feng could see, but he didn’t want to come across as extraordinary, and besides, peeping on others wasn’t a good thing.

"Who knew that you and she were so affectionate? No wonder many male doctors and some rich young masters here have pursued Miss Hong to no avail."

The middle-aged man heaved a light sigh.

"There have been such things?"

Ye Feng turned his head.

In just less than four days, Qingyan had already drawn attention. He hadn’t realized before that she held such allure—had he hidden her charm all along?

"Of course, I’ve been here for a week, and Miss Hong arrived three days ago. But in just those three days, those wanting to invite her out to eat may have tripled."

The middle-aged man went back to his place, which included his own son, though of course, he couldn’t say that.

Some twenty minutes later, the doors to the operating theater finally opened.

The first to come out was an elderly woman. Ye Feng stepped aside to make way, knowing she was the chief surgeon and also the department head, well-regarded in terms of character. Hong Qingyan was doing her internship under her.

"Old Liu, your other son?"

The female department head glanced at the middle-aged man.

"I’m not that fortunate, he’s waiting for your disciple."

The middle-aged man explained.

Great, another suitor!

The female department head Yan Yan didn’t think much of it and turned to head for the changing room. In fact, when she learned that Hong Qingyan was assigned to intern under her, she was a bit annoyed, but the latter quickly won her over with her actions.

Diligent, eager to learn, clever, and hard-working, what Yan Yan couldn’t understand was why a girl who could easily rely on her beauty chose to take on such grueling work?