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

Chapter 299 Born Fearless, Battle Soul Immortal

The roaring Range Rover, like the most agile cheetah on the grasslands, moved with unmatched swiftness. The somber sound of its engine fleeting yet profound as it sliced through the vast wilderness.

The silent night in Dongchuan gained an additional tapping noise due to this.

Approaching speeds of nearly two hundred kilometers per hour, and following the map, it took less than half an hour for the two to arrive at a small town. In the light, only the shadows of trees shivered in the cold wind, while human figures could vaguely be seen moving behind the glass of distant buildings, even though it was not yet midnight.

Ye Feng and his companion couldn't help but wonder if they had come to a deserted town.

"We can only spend the night here. People have moved out further in because of fear, leaving behind only a few stubborn elderly who refused to leave. It's almost like a ghost town."

Zhang Wenyuan slowed the car down, his tone tinged with a touch of emotion.

"Alright, let's find a motel nearby to stay for the night."

Ye Feng nodded, not insisting on going any further.

When you're on the road, sometimes listening to a friend's advice can save you from taking many wrong turns. Ye Feng, although overbearing in his methods, was not so arrogant as to ignore others' opinions. Besides, Zhang Wenyuan wasn't wrong; it's just that his demeanor was a bit too unrestrained.

"Who would've thought that we, the future leaders of Xuanyuan Nation, would also stay in a shabby motel."

After searching for a while, Zhang Wenyuan grudgingly parked the car in front of a small motel, which looked more like a refurbished private residence rather than a motel.

No choice, all the hotels nearby were closed.

"Better than sleeping outdoors."

Ye Feng also seemed somewhat amused, not to mention the future, but when had he, the Northern Border King, ever been reduced to such straits?

For the two of them, measuring their worth with money was an insult.

"That's the truth. Damn capitalist society, the wealthy hear the slightest rustle and hurry to transfer their money and run off, leaving behind a bunch of poor people who have nowhere to go."

Zhang Wenyuan complained briefly.

The success of Overseas Tianyi Group in a foreign land was inseparable from his shrewd mind. In just a short while, he had figured out the cause and effect.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

Ye Feng took the lead and stepped inside.

In fact, it wasn't a big deal. Back in the Northern Border, as a legion commander, Ye Feng had even slept on open grasslands, so why would he care about this? After all, if you don't mention it and I don't bring it up, such trivial matters won't spread to a third person.

"Boss, do you have any vacant rooms?"

Zhang Wenyuan tapped the counter lightly, putting on a warmly enthusiastic façade.

The person in charge of the motel was an elderly woman with presbyopic glasses, engrossed in watching TV. Only when she heard a voice did she turn her head.

"Yes, they're all vacant."

"You two just came from out of town, huh? Ah, the keys are all here. Choose any room you like upstairs."

The old woman took down a bunch of keys from the wall and casually placed them in front of the two men.

So casual?

Zhang Wenyuan looked slightly bewildered; he had never stayed in such a place before and didn't know the rules.

"Boss, how could you tell that we are from out of town?"

Ye Feng asked with a smile.

"Young man, who would need a room at this time of night but outsiders? One look at the lively spirit on your faces and I knew."

The elderly woman couldn't help but take another look at Ye Feng.

Quite handsome!

Possibly reminded of something, she quickly added:

"You shouldn't have come."

Then she shook her head and sighed to herself, thinking that nowadays in the Infection Zone, everyone wants to get out, but once you're in, getting out is tough!

"Thanks, boss. How much for one night?"

Zhang Wenyuan took the keys, which were quite heavy in his hand, and was about to pay.

"No charge."

"During these calamitous times... never mind, just go pick a room upstairs. Just don't break anything!"

The old woman skipped even the registration process and returned to her seat.

"Thanks a lot, boss!"

Ye Feng gestured to Zhang Wenyuan with a tug of the hand, signaling him not to say more.

Weathering hardships together!

Indeed, as people of Xuanyuan Nation, their customs were the same everywhere, still simple and honest. They merely laughed at the world's rich who fancied themselves elegant and noble, despising such customs deep down.

The two men quickly chose adjacent rooms on the second floor and then returned the remaining keys to the counter.

In the deep of night, the cold wind persisted. Ye Feng, who intended to cultivate for a while, discovered that the Primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth in this place had dwindled to nearly nothing. With no other choice, he could only pretend to rest, but unexpectedly, he slipped into dreamland as if bewitched.

It was a vast land that Ye Feng had never seen before, filled with the rich Primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth. In a daze, he entered a magnificent palace.

"Emperor, the scholarly families have betrayed us. They believed the lies of the Divine Race, thinking they could truly achieve immortality and escape death. They sold us out. The Ning Central Army suffered heavy casualties."

Inside the great hall knelt a general in red battle armor, his face as stern as if chiseled by a knife, now filled with rage and bloodshot eyes.

"There's no need to blame yourself, Tian."

"Undying life? I was born with a Martial Body, attained the Pill by ten, Condensed Spirit by twenty, became a Sage Sealing by fifty, gained Dao by a hundred. For a thousand years, I have been revered, and for ten thousand years, I have sought eternal life, understanding all too well that the so-called immortality is nothing but a deceitful scheme."

"Kill them. All traitors must be executed without mercy!"

On the throne sat a towering man clad in Golden Armor, his voice thunderous, his presence soaring to the Nine Heavens, his Divine Might unmatched. Alas, his features remained unseen.

"Understood!"

""

The general shouldered a great black sword and departed.

In the scene, chaos again fell upon the battlefield, where countless corpses lay on the ground, limbs mutilated, blood flowing and floating.

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"Emperor, do you truly intend to exterminate us all?"

At the end of the battlefield stood a group of cultivators with tall crowns, their anger palpable as they supported each other with serious injuries.

"Hahaha, when you all betrayed me back then, did you foresee such an end?"

"Not only do I intend to annihilate you all, but I also aim to destroy your Dao tradition, eradicate your lineage. Ning Central Army, heed my command and capture them alive."

Atop a war chariot, the emperor wielding a golden spear was cold and merciless.

"You are heartless, Emperor. I curse you to surely face divine retribution."

...

Many resisted, but under the coercive might of that Emperor, they were soon defeated.

Beacons of war set ablaze one location after another, and Ye Feng saw many mountains collapse, multitudes of people captured together, until one day, they were all forced into a deep pit.

Live burial!

"Burn!"

Mountains of books piled up, and with an order, flames soared to the heavens, reflecting on the faces of the Ning Central Army, not with satisfaction but with somberness.

Ye Feng's gaze shifted constantly until it clashed with that of the Emperor.

"Was I mistaken?"

A sentence full of complex emotions, it seemed to question Ye Feng, and also himself.

"You are tired."

Ye Feng didn't reply, in fact, he couldn't make a sound. In the moment he was lost in thought, the scene changed, and the Emperor arrived at the edge of a Lotus Pond, beside it was a woman of stunning beauty, her voice melodious and pleasant.

"Not tired, as long as the Divine Race does not perish, my battle doesn't cease."

"Are you going to die too?"

The Emperor looked at the woman with deep affection. Ye Feng knew he wanted to embrace her, yet for some reason, he did not, which was profoundly sad.

"Who in this world can avoid death?"

"Although I am a demon, having lived for tens of thousands of years, this moment is inevitable. Thank you for your care all these years. This is my gift to you, please continue its legacy."

The woman turned with a smile, enchanting all the flowers around her.

"You consumed humans in the first half of your life, why then did you choose to save people in the second half?"

The Emperor received the gift, which contained three needles, and at that moment Ye Feng felt a tremendous shock.

"Because I wanted to become human!"

"In this life, I couldn't be your wife, but I hope in the next life, we may meet again."

In the shimmering light, a white glow emanated from the woman.

The towering Emperor, in silent contemplation, shed two streams of tears, and unnoticed, Ye Feng's eyes also began to moisten.

"Emperor, the Divine Race's army has arrived."

It was still the same grand hall, but now there were more people. The general named Heaven was still present, and looking at the silhouettes, one person shouldered the Twin Swords, another had protruding gauntlets.

"The Divine Race, they are but a bunch of beasts who have lost their humanity."

There was another person, a woman draped in black Battle Armor.

"Fight!"

"As long as we live, they shall not dominate Heaven and Earth nor fabricate Reincarnation."

The golden spear once again appeared in the Emperor's hand.

"Kill!"

Blood rained from the sky, and the flames of war swept across the Nine Heavens.

From the heavens to the earth, countless figures were engaged in battle, Ye Feng saw many strange creatures, including the legendary dragons roaring, bizarre creatures spewing thunder and lightning, and people with wings on their backs.

This battle lasted for a very long time.

Ye Feng saw the bare-handed general get completely destroyed, the great general who bore Twin Swords coughing up blood as he bravely fought an Eight-Winged Divine General, until at last his Twin Swords shattered, and his abdomen was pierced.

"Even in death, I shall fight you to the end, the Battle Soul will not perish!"

In the end, as the sky went mad, he laughed wildly, dragging the enemy with him to be buried at the bottom of the sea.

"Did you see that?"

In the now-empty grand hall, Ye Feng knew that the voice belonged to the Emperor.

"The Sword Maniac died, the Fist Emperor died, Heaven also died, and now it is also my time to die."

"There are no gods in this world, they do not save people. I have watched this world for far too long, hated to the point of death, loved to the point of madness. As the last Emperor, I have not failed my ancestors nor the people of this great earth."

"This life has passed, I bestow upon the world, my Battle Soul unextinguished!"

In Ye Feng's hand appeared a box.

It was the last gift from the woman beside the Lotus Pond to the Emperor. The Imperial Palace had vanished, replaced by a wall soaring into the clouds.

Why you?

Ye Feng looked at the gift box in his hand, but the dream suddenly shattered.

The three needles represented the Three Great Needle Techniques of the Ancients. The ancient characters from Ye Feng's old Brocade Book, although understandable to all, now revealed to him his own misunderstanding.