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

Chapter 297: Protecting the People of a Nation, Slaying Through Ten Million Enemies

Doctors practice the art of healing.

Medicine King Yu Xianhe was one of the few people in Ye Feng’s life who garnered his utmost respect—not for the powerful Sacred Land Medicine God Valley behind him, nor for his title as the contemporary Medicine King, but because he was a true physician, a pure healer.

A true healer saves lives and eases suffering, provides benevolence and aid to the world, without shirking from duty.

As one of the rare Ninth Level Great Doctors of his time, their meeting was very brief. After Ye Feng shared some startling news, about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, he bid his farewell and departed. He set off to the Central District to search for a medicine capable of resisting the Ghost Qi, while the Medicine King continued to lead his physicians in the development of new drugs.

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"Can you drive?"

Outside the camp, Zhang Wenyuan was deep in conversation with several female disciples of the Medicine God Valley when Ye Feng cut straight to the chase with this question.

"Are you kidding? I can even pilot planes and tanks, let alone something as simple as a four-wheeled vehicle."

Zhang Wenyuan chuckled, his speech brimming with confidence.

"Good. Now go find a vehicle and follow me to Fallen Dragon Valley."

Ye Feng lit a cigarette for himself and commanded.

Ever since Hong Qingyan entered his life, Ye Feng seldom smoked. As the saying goes, "smoking dispels sadness while drinking dispels worries". The reverse holds true as well, and for this medicinal quest, he had little confidence—nevertheless, there were so many "lives" depending on him.

As a physician, how could he stand idly by and watch people eroded by the disease go untreated and ultimately become completely unconscious monsters?

Man does his part, and leaves the rest to fate!

"Going to Fallen Dragon Valley, you’re not joking?"

Zhang Wenyuan seemed to know something and asked with a frown.

"Do you think I am joking?"

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, signaling no time for pointless chatter.

"Wait a moment, I’ll be right back."

Seeing a hint of displeasure on Ye Feng’s face, Zhang Wenyuan did not dawdle any longer. After a brief promise of future meetings to the beauties, he swiftly disappeared.

Who is this man?

When Zhang Wenyuan left, the female disciples from the Medicine God Valley couldn’t help but curiously size up Ye Feng. They had come with their respective teachers for experience and to assist, and they had just witnessed this man walking alongside the Medicine King.

Could he be a reclusive expert?

Yet he didn’t quite seem like one. Noble in bearing, with profound eyes, he smoked a cigarette from the corner of his mouth, but his posture was erect as a pillar, standing tall and proud. There was an air of soaring ambition around him, subtly emanating.

However, the worry between his brows was heartbreaking.

The hearts of the women couldn’t help but be moved, not just because he was angry, nor just because he could walk with the Medicine King, but because this man was someone they could only look up to.

Less than two minutes later, Zhang Wenyuan roared up in a Land Rover.

"Ye Feng, are you really set on going to Fallen Dragon Valley?"

The car sped away, and Zhang Wenyuan drove with furrowed brows.

In the Eastern Dongchuan of the Central Region, Fallen Dragon Valley, the name alone didn’t mean much. Many local names within the Xuanyuan Nation had a legendary flair. If it were the past, Fallen Dragon Valley would be a place anyone could visit.

But things were different now. It had only taken three days since the outbreak of the Ghost Qi for Fallen Dragon Valley to become an unequivocal realm of death, reputed to be the originating location of the Ghost Qi, with unknown dangers hidden there.

Life is precious and should be cherished.

Zhang Wenyuan pondered whether he should join Ye Feng on this perilous venture. He had his reasons for coming to the Central Region, none of which included throwing his life away recklessly.

Silence is often the best answer. After some time, Ye Feng finally spoke coldly,

"If you don’t wish to go, then don’t follow me any longer."

The use of the word ’any longer’ revealed Ye Feng’s inner disdain. He did not actually dislike Zhang Wenyuan; it was just less comfortable to work with such people.

"Am I the kind of person who would flee in the face of battle?"

"But before we go, you should at least tell me why, so that I don’t blindly fall into a pit you’ve led me into."

Zhang Wenyuan did not take Ye Feng’s words to heart, and his foot remained firmly on the accelerator.

In the reflection of the car light, it wasn’t hard to see from his profile that this seemingly carefree and easygoing man had a resolute look on his face.

"Looking for medicine!"

Ye Feng pinched out the cigarette butt between his fingers.

Life, like fireworks, is full of splendor and also fading light. Murder and salvation had always entwined around Ye Feng, disturbing him continuously, yet never causing him a moment’s hesitation or confusion.

In the Northern Border, he had led countless battlefields, taking lives like reaping wheat, yet the act of killing contrasted with that of saving lives. As a physician, how could his heart thirst for blood?

Better to protect the people of a nation, than to slaughter countless enemies!

"Is there still hope?"

Zhang Wenyuan suddenly felt a heavy weight on his heart. He knew the ultimate purpose why so many had come to the Imperial Capital this time, including Duan Tian’s personal involvement.

"Hope is not given by the heavens—it’s something you make happen. If we haven’t reached the end yet, I will never give up the search for the antidote,"

said Ye Feng. There must be an antidote that could reverse the effects of those eroded by the Ghost Qi!

In the world, there are ways to balance everything. If you think about it seriously, it’s astoundingly intricate. As the adage says: there’s a remedy for every ailment. The Medicine King believed that the antidote would be found where the Ghost Qi first began to spill forth.

Whether it existed or not, Ye Feng had to try.

Ye Feng was not a Medicine King, nor did he have an army of physicians or a plethora of drugs to constantly experiment with. For this reason, this path was his to take without hesitation.

"Ye Feng, as the Northern Border King, is it worth it?"

Zhang Wenyuan’s question was somewhat solemn.

The mighty Northern Border King, braving unpredictable dangers for a group of unrelated citizens to find an antidote, is it worth it?

Or, as the Northern Border King, who do you think is more important? The entire Northern Border and the hundreds of thousands of eroded citizens, or something else?

Before you asked that question, did you ever consider what I went through to get to that position?"

"If one lives as a leader of soldiers and does not act for the country and its people, then what’s the point of it all?"

Ye Feng did not answer Zhang Wenyuan’s question. In his view, the question was completely superfluous.

Zhang Wenyuan shook his head, then said somewhat helplessly,

"Saying that makes me feel utterly ashamed."

Nonsense!

If he truly felt utterly ashamed, then how could he drive the car so steadily?

In Dongchuan, after the outbreak of Ghost Qi, Dongchuan was divided into three parts as a result. The outermost layer was a deserted area; the civilians there had already been ordered to move away, and the Imperial Capital Camp was stationed within the deserted area, which was where Qingyan initially arrived.

Further inside was the so-called Control Zone, divided into two parts: the Infection Zone and the Central Infection Source. The Imperial Capital sent people to establish two lines of defense, one located at the boundary between the deserted area and the Infection Zone and the other at the boundary between the Infection Zone and Central Infection Source.

The two sped all the way to the first line of defense before getting out of the car.

Looking ahead, a row of heavily armed soldiers stood outside the defensive line, rigorous to a degree not inferior to border defense, while inside was the so-called Infection Zone, where many people were crammed and clamoring.

Ye Feng noticed a layer of indistinct light screen above the line of defense.

"It’s a Daoist Family’s method, the Tai’a Big Dipper Formation!"

Zhang Wenyuan explained from the side.

"The Daoist Family, have the people from the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts also come?"

Ye Feng then asked.

The first time he heard about the Nine Great Sects was from Second Sect Leader Shi Yehong. The Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts, representing the pinnacle of the Martial Dao powers within the Xuanyuan Nation today, were respectively: the Buddhist Sect, Dao Sect, Mount Shu, Kunlun, Underworld, Tang Sect, Hundred Flowers, Heaven Poison, Sacred Mansion.

The Nine Great Sects, each with a two-character name, their heritage was incomparable to those prevalent among the populace, minor schools and sects of various kinds.

"They’ve come."

"Did you really think that so many experts came to the Imperial Capital just to cope with a group of ’ordinary people’ who’ve been eroded?"

Zhang Wenyuan’s words obviously had an implication.

"The Formation is strong but can’t stop the spread of the Ghost Qi."

The grey sky outside was the best proof.

"Don’t panic!"

Zhang Wenyuan stressed three words emphatically.

Indeed!

Ye Feng immediately understood, disaster was often not the most frightening thing; people’s hearts were even more terrifying.

"On what grounds, why can’t you let us out?"

"Let us go, or else I will die right here for you all to see."

"Please, please have mercy on us, let us out. If we don’t get out, we’ll all die."

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Before Ye Feng and Zhang Wenyuan were subjected to an inspection, perhaps because they saw important people coming, the emotions of the people inside shouting suddenly became more agitated.

Curses, disturbances, pleas for mercy... even threatening death, nothing was missing.

"Let’s go take a look."

Watching this scene, Ye Feng couldn’t help but sigh.

All sorts of offensive items were blocked by the light screen, yet those unbearable noise disturbances were truly heart-wrenching.

Two troublemakers looking for trouble!

No sooner had they managed to quell a major disturbance, it was "stirred up" again by these two. Many soldiers inwardly cursed, judging from the attire of the people in front of them, who else could it be but the offspring of officials from the Imperial Capital?

Despite the cursing, the soldiers standing guard naturally did not voice their thoughts. Soon, a commanding officer came out and asked,

"Why have the two young masters come to visit?"

The words were proper, but the disdain in his eyes was extreme. It was already bad enough for them to guard here, and yet they had to deal with these dignitaries.

"It’s nothing, carry on with your duties."

Ye Feng pointed towards the people behind the officer.

Officer Tian couldn’t help but frown, paused, and without another word, picked up the microphone hanging from his waist and shouted,

"Be quiet, my compatriots, please calm down a bit."

"I understand your desire to go out, but if you were to go out and cause more people to be infected, wouldn’t that be harming both yourselves and others? Everyone has family, and you all have many friends and relatives on the outside, surely you don’t wish for them to end up like you?"

"You’re not free, nor are we. But to allow more people to be free, we must stay here unfree. Please, my compatriots, patiently wait. Just ten days’ time. I, Tian Yan, assure everyone, you will regain your freedom."

Ten days!

Ye Feng realized that the appearance of the Ghost Qi was three days ago. If people in the Infection Zone could endure seven days without mutating, then it meant they were not affected.