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

Chapter 223 One of the Ten National Warriors

There is a type of madness.

It fears neither the heavens collapsing nor the earth splitting open, nor the change of mountains and rivers, let alone the oppression of the strong.

This is courage, something that cannot be learned or grasped through intellect; it is born from one's innate valor, and Sima Zhantian was such a person. He even dared to lift up someone in front of the visitors to show them.

"Zhan Tian, let him go,"

Initially looking fierce and ready for a desperate fight, Sima Zhantian, upon hearing Ye Feng's words, immediately submitted like a little cat, releasing the man without hesitation.

"Grandfather, you must stand up for us."

"These bad people, they come to our door demanding that our father cripple his own martial arts; if he refuses, they threaten to slaughter our entire Feng Family. They are a bunch of bastards, kill them!"

A girl around seventeen or eighteen years old, with a delicate and pretty appearance, ran over and knelt beside Feng Yansong, sobbing uncontrollably, her words filled with hatred.

"Our Feng Family has been established for over thirty years, and we have always prided ourselves on our honorable conduct. I don't know who this young brother is and why he has come here looking for trouble?"

The one-armed elder turned around.

This was an aged man full of vigor and tribulation, with a round, sharp face, gaunt and withered features, and also sporting a shiny bald head.

"Might you be Feng Zhen?"

Ye Feng did not answer but instead asked for the elder's name. In fact, as soon as Feng Yansong had used the Wind Fist Style techniques, Ye Feng had his suspicions.

With the name Feng Zhen mentioned, the air became almost terrifyingly still.

Everyone on Ye Feng's side went quiet, even Sima Zhantian, who had been so aggressive just a moment ago, now lowered his head.

"Indeed, I am Feng Zhen,"

The elder looked deeply at Ye Feng, his expression filled with puzzlement. He had been in seclusion for so many years and did not expect to be recognized.

"Northern Border King Ye Feng, pays respect to Senior Feng Zhen,"

"First Legion Commander Xiao Chuanqi, pays respect to Senior Feng Zhen,"

"Fourth Legion Commander Sima Zhantian, pays respect to Senior Feng Zhen. I apologize for the offense just now, and I hope you will forgive me,"

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One by one, four of them expressed their sincerest respect to the elder before them.

Dumbfounded!

At this moment, the members of the Feng Family were baffled. Weren't these visitors here looking for trouble? How did their attitude change so abruptly? Was the reputation of their old man really that significant?

Not only were the Feng Family members baffled, but Feng Zhen was even more so. The Northern Border King, the First Legion Commander—what kind of lineup was this? How did such esteemed figures from the Northern Border end up in a small city in the Eastern Border?

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In the last century, he was a celebrity well-known throughout the Xuanyuan Nation and also a Grandmaster of the Way of the Fist. If only for that, it would not be enough to earn Ye Feng's respect. In fact, not just Ye Feng, but anyone who still remembered the name Feng Zhen, would grant him ample respect.

Because Feng Zhen was one of the Ten National Warriors of the Xuanyuan Nation.

The Yanhuang Land had gone through over half a century of war last century, and with its people living in deep suffering and misery, that era of turmoil gave rise to numerous men of aspiration. It was thanks to their sacrifices, one after the other, that the birth of the Xuanyuan Nation was made possible.

After the establishment of the Xuanyuan Nation, ten great generals were selected for their outstanding military achievements, but simultaneously, ten individuals were also chosen and awarded the title of National Scholar.

Each of these ten had participated in no fewer than dozens of wars, with military achievements that qualified them to be generals. However, knowing their limited scholarly abilities, they quietly left the stage after the nation's founding and even denied public acknowledgment of their deeds.

Ten National Warriors, with Feng Zhen ranked third (the ranking was based only on the number of battles participated in).

Ye Feng had long admired the Ten Great Generals and Ten National Warriors even before he became the Northern Border King. How could he not recognize their portraits? Hence, upon seeing this face, Ye Feng was almost certain of his guess.

However, Ye Feng did not understand why Feng Zhen, who was supposed to have died twenty years ago during the Eastern Border's Whirlwind Decapitation Operation, was still alive.

"Isn't Ning Wuya the Northern Border King?"

Feng Zhen asked with his usual composure, expressing the doubt in his mind.

Uh!

Now it was Ye Feng's turn to fall silent. He sighed and said, "My teacher, due to years of continuous battles, had accumulated a multitude of ailments and has passed away many years ago."

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhen's gaze darkened. He paused, then said with a sigh, "Alas! The Great River of Time is merciless. Compared to General Ning, what kind of National Scholar am I?"

"It's just a pity that the Xuanyuan Nation, following the Ten Great Generals, no longer wishes to add any portraits for future generations."

Since ancient times, conquering a territory has been easy, but defending it is much harder.

Feng Zhen knew this well from experience, understanding the numerous difficulties the Xuanyuan Nation had faced since its establishment in order to achieve today's peace.

All these, known only to those with understanding hearts.

"While my teacher was alive, he often spoke to me about the Ten National Warriors. He said that you were the true heroes and stalwarts and regretted not being able to share a drink with you,"

Ye Feng did not want to delve into the matter too much and cleverly shifted the topic.

"Song'er, what's going on here?"

Feng Zhen, not even looking at Feng Yansong's injuries, asked sternly.

"Grandfather, it's because they were excessively bullying us,"

Feng Qingwu pointed at Ye Feng and the others, with her mouth still puckered in indignation.

"Qingwu, be quiet!"

"Speak, you. If you dare to twist the truth even a little, I will deny having you as my son,"

Feng Zhen did not ask Ye Feng because the position of a Northern Border King represented a degree of trust—one that could even be trusted with one's life.

Four of the Ten National Warriors hailed from the Northern Border, and Feng Zhen was one among them. For this reason, he felt a deeper affection for the Northern Border King.

Unfortunately, not all of the Ten National Warriors had the martial arts foundation like Feng Zhen; the remaining nine had either perished for their country or were long since deceased due to illnesses.

Of course, if not for seeing with his own eyes, Ye Feng would still believe that Feng Zhen had died twenty years earlier.

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The events were recounted in detail by Feng Yansong.

"Unfilial child!"

"How did I teach you? Never to bully men or overrun women, never to side with evil. I've been in secluded cultivation for less than two years, and you dare to openly order someone to kick down another's establishment. Do you want to anger me to death?"

Feng Zhen slapped Feng Yansong across the face with such a force that his cheek swelled at a visibly fast rate.

"Grandfather, how can you take the side of outsiders?"

Feng Qingwu's eyes brimmed with tears, a mix of stubbornness and distress in her expression.

"Outsiders?"

"Do you know who he is? He is the Northern Border King; do you realize what this resounding title entails? It's not only honor but also honor built upon the unseen sacrifices of blood and pain. Do you know that this young man, not even ten years your senior, has made contributions to the Xuanyuan Nation that you couldn't match in a lifetime?"

Feng Zhen's series of questions turned Feng Qingwu's face iron blue, unable to retort because she truly knew nothing.

On the other hand, after hearing Feng Zhen's words, Hong Qingyan's heart trembled endlessly. She knew that Ye Feng was the Northern Border King, but to her past self, that title was ultimately too foreign.

"I apologize, Prince Ye, for the unfortunate events within my family that have caused you embarrassment."

"You may kill or flay me, at your discretion."

With those words, Feng Zhen cleared a path, disregarding the pleading looks from the Feng Family members.

"Do you still want the position of the Leader of the Martial Alliance of Dongyun City?"

Ye Feng asked Feng Yansong directly.

"I do not."

"Hahaha, Prince Ye, you underestimate me too much. A mere Leader of the Martial Alliance of Dongyun City, how could I set my sights on such a trifle? What I want is Li Tiegang's position."

Since death was imminent, Feng Yansong did not hesitate to expose his ambition.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you right now?"

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Afraid!"

"But fear is useless. Even my father has abandoned me; a man's death is but the heavens' concern."

Feng Yansong spat out a mouthful of blood, a consequence of Feng Zhen's strike.

"You have great ambition, and you're not lacking in courage and responsibility."

"Feng Yansong, I can give you a chance. As long as you can help Li Tiegang secure the position of the Leader of the Martial Alliance of the Eastern Border, come to the imperial capital to follow me after two years. By then, I will offer you a broader world."

Ye Feng spoke earnestly.

"Prince Ye, there's no need to go to such lengths for me."

Feng Zhen turned his head away, fully aware that the Northern Border Kings of the past were ruthless in their killings, not sparing a single worry for the future.

"As an elder who has given so much to the Xuanyuan Nation without asking for anything in return, I, Ye Feng, may be the Northern Border King, but I am also human. This small favor is nothing."

Ye Feng waved his hand, signaling Feng Zhen not to continue.

Ye Feng didn't know how to describe this elder who was even urging him to kill his own son.

"Prince Ye indeed shows mercy because of my father's face."

"Having lived far so many years, Feng Yansong does not seek to surpass my father in reputation, but a hero's son cannot be a cowardly bear. I'll take the path you've offered, but please do not forget your words today, Prince Ye."

"In two years, I will go to the imperial capital."

The statement that followed radiated Feng Yansong's inner confidence. After all, only his hands were broken, and they could be set right again.

"Hmph! Prince Ye's words are always decisive, and you'd best remember what you've said today. Step out of line, and I, Sima Zhantian, will come for your head."

Sima Zhantian made a motion as if to behead someone.

"Just wait!"

"Sima Zhantian, in two years I will also come to the Northern Border to challenge you to a duel. If I lose, I'll kneel and be your mount, but if I win, you call me 'dad'."

Feng Yansong threw down his words and entered the Feng Family's residence without looking back.

"Prince Ye, now that matters are settled, let's turn our swords into plowshares."

"Why not be a guest at my Feng Family tonight? Join this old man for a drink and have a chat, how about that?"

Without waiting for Ye Feng's refusal, Feng Zhen took the initiative to speak.

"I would be delighted!"

Ye Feng smiled.

Indeed, the situation had taken an unexpected turn; he was truly going to be a guest at the Feng Family—all the more, not as a guest to be killed as before.

To drink and converse with the last living National Scholar was indeed a regret lessened in life, truly memorable!

"Elder, weren't you already declared dead twenty years ago?"

The two quickly set off together, and Ye Feng asked, with the three people behind pricking up their ears.

"Of course I didn't die; if I had, how could you be seeing me? It seems someone deliberately concealed the truth for me."

"During the operation twenty years ago, I unexpectedly broke through to the Martial King level and defeated my opponent. But I was also left with my left arm cut off by a ronin named Asano Forest who arrived later. Although I was lucky to escape back here, such a disgraceful occurrence is better left unmentioned."

"After losing my arm, I retired here and have since remained uninvolved with worldly affairs."

So, the ronin he had killed named Asano Forest, was it him?

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