Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 230 Sword Intent

"Silence is golden."

Ye Feng turned his head to look at the Inspector Li from the Southern River Region Jiangnan, who was indeed quite handsome and had the appearance of a gentleman. However, his conduct was anything but; he was corrupt and abused his power, neglecting his duties while in his position. It was questionable how such a person even became the Deputy Inspector in the first place.

"Tie him up!"

Ye Feng coldly spat the two words, though it was unclear to whom he was speaking.

"Inspector Li is tired, send him back to rest."

After a brief contemplation, Yan Xu waved his hand casually and ordered his subordinates to deal with the matter.

"You... You dare to bind me, Yan Xu? I will definitely report this to the higher-ups, have you expelled, and all of you fools with you," Inspector Li roared as he saw himself being carried away.

"Expel him, just with your say-so?"

"I am quite curious to know who you are running errands for. I hope they step forward, but I guess they don’t have the courage to expose themselves, let alone come out for your sake. Think carefully about how you want to spend the rest of your life in prison."

Interesting!

With both the righteous and the wicked present, this show of power was quite meaningful. Ye Feng no longer paid attention to this so-called Inspector Li. Such a person wasn’t even worthy of being a pawn and probably wouldn’t reveal anything of significance.

The Long Family revered martial arts. Therefore, there was a martial arts training field in the front courtyard.

"Handsome, what is your name?"

Sha Yan licked her lips and posed like a siren, her heart racing at the sight of the man’s unapproachably cold demeanor.

"Dead men don’t need to know so much."

Xiao Chuanqi stood with his sword embraced, his gaze seeming to fall on Sha Yan but at the same time not really on her. His mind was clear and undisturbed.

"So unfriendly."

"Handsome, you’re staring at me so intently. Am I really that beautiful?"

In the presence of everyone, Sha Yan began to undress herself right then and there.

What is this all about?

It is said that women from the Western Region are passionate and open, but to do such a thing during a duel wasn’t being open; it was madness.

Admittedly, Sha Yan, having shed her upper garment to reveal a peach-red transparent gauze dress, displayed a spring view both vague and distinct. Her figure was truly exquisite, causing Long Shaowu and his brother Long Shaogong’s eyes to nearly pop out, their mouths drooling.

Charm Technique!

Of course, Ye Feng didn’t think Sha Yan’s act was futile. He saw through her intentions at a glance.

"Suppress!"

The same word echoed in the minds of both Sima Zhantian and Xia Lengchan, snapping them back to reality. They looked at Ye Feng and then back at Sha Yan, their faces filled with lingering fear.

Just a moment ago, as they watched her, their minds had begun to drift away, as if their thoughts consisted solely of Sha Yan; if she were to ask, they’d do anything for her without hesitation.

"My lord, I..."

Sima Zhantian looked ashamed.

As a military man, he understood all too well the disaster it would mean to lose oneself on the battlefield, becoming nothing but a weapon wielded by another.

"You needn’t blame yourself. She has cultivated the Charm Technique. It’s only natural that with your current power, you are unable to resist it," Ye Feng consoled, seeing right through what Sima Zhantian wanted to say.

In the Western Region, many strange and eccentric left-path techniques have emerged, such as the Talisman Spell, Puppetry Technique, Charm Technique... even the legendary Pet Training Technique. A Charm Technique cast by a Martial King, even those of the same level struggle to withstand it, not to mention Grandmasters below the rank of Martial King.

Back on the training field, Xiao Chuanqi had at some point closed his eyes. He still stood still as ever, straight as a tall pine.

"Handsome, come play with me!"

Sha Yan’s voice became even more seductive, as if layered with magnetism, irresistibly enticing to the ear.

Yet the man before her remained unmoved. But how could Sha Yan stay still? She continued to perform strange dances, gradually inching closer to Xiao Chuanqi.

Finally, when she was just two steps away from Xiao Chuanqi, Sha Yan launched her attack. A ribbon flew from her hand, lashing out toward Xiao Chuanqi with astonishing speed.

A Great Accomplishment Charm Technique could turn an enemy into an ally in the blink of an eye. However, Sha Yan had not yet reached that level; her technique could only confuse her opponent’s mind, making it difficult for them to fight properly.

"Rise!"

All gentleness vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold intent to kill.

Unexpectedly!

In the instant Sha Yan exerted force, intending to lift Xiao Chuanqi off his feet and throw him down, a sword light had already flared forth.

"How is this possible!"

Sha Yan was filled with horror. She was certain the man hadn’t drawn his sword, and his hands were still bound. Where had this sword light come from?

"Not dancing anymore?"

Xiao Chuanqi opened his eyes, filled with mockery.

"Dance of the Fluttering Heavens!"

Sha Yan’s face turned cold as ribbons whipped out from behind her, ruthlessly lashing toward Xiao Chuanqi.

"To kill you, I need only one sword strike."

Xiao Chuanqi drew his sword where he stood.

A sword light cleaved through the air, devoid of any fancy moves, the Sword Qi was vast like a flood. In an instant, it severed each ribbon and finally landed on Sha Yan’s wrists.

"Sword Intent!"

A line of blood appeared on Sha Yan’s forehead. She managed to block the sword light, but the Sword Intent was unblockable.

Why had she encountered such a genius?

A figure fell backward, Sha Yan’s last expression filled with self-mockery. What kind of sword heart would one need to develop Sword Intent at just the Early Stage of Martial King? If she had known she was up against such a being, why did she even bother dancing or using her useless Charm Technique?

"My lord, I have not disgraced your command."

Xiao Chuanqi sheathed his sword and reported back.

Counting the time, it had been less than three minutes, far from even half an incense stick’s burning time.

"Well done!"

"When did you comprehend it?"

Ye Feng’s eyes showed appreciation and a measure of admiration as he looked at Xiao Chuanqi.

The initial sword light that had cut the ties was clear to him; it was not merely sword light but sword intent. Ye Feng did not understand how Xiao Chuanqi did it, but that sword intent was indeed extraordinary, turning from incorporeal to corporeal.

"It seems as if I was born with it ever since I broke through to Martial King," Xiao Chuanqi said.

Xiao Chuanqi’s right hand slightly lifted, with a phantom-like small sword floating above it.

"This is strange; why do I feel it’s very dangerous?"

Sima Zhantian stared at the small sword, reached out to grab it but caught only air.

Who could imagine that such an illusory sword without a real form could instill a genuine chill in a Peak Grandmaster like him? He did not doubt that if the small sword struck him, it would have dire consequences.

"Put it away. Perhaps the road ahead will be even smoother for you than it has been for me."

Ye Feng spoke words that were incomprehensible to the others.

Sword Intent!

Xiao Chuanqi had already comprehended sword intent early on, or rather, as he himself said, he was born with it. Ye Feng, who had fought with Sato Shinichi, understood that there was a level above Martial King—Divine Path.

...

"Endure a bit, Second Brother."

Ye Feng didn’t dwell on Xiao Chuanqi’s matter for long and turned to help Fu Shen back to the hall.

At this moment, looking at Fu Shen’s right palm, it was already swollen and purplish-green, with many bones evidently malformed by Sha Qing’s grip. What Ye Feng had to do was to correct them. Experience new stories on novelbuddy

"Hmm!"

Fu Shen nodded, placed his hand on the table, and bit down on his molar.

"There’s no need to be so resigned to your fate; it will be over soon."

Ye Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth and, in the instant that Fu Shen was astonished, moved his hand.

"Ao!"

Poor Fu Shen had no time to react before he let out a wail, but it was brief as the pain came and went quickly.

When he came to his senses, Ye Feng had already finished.

"Sister, take Second Brother back to rest first. I’ll look for you after dealing with things here," Ye Feng told Hong Qingyan.

In the hall, aside from that Inspector Li, no one else had left. Not that they didn’t want to leave; at the very least, Fu Zuoxing really wanted to, but with two Vengeful Gods standing by the door and the swordsman from before in the center, who would dare leave?

"I spared you all once before, but knowing full well the nature of the Sha Family Gang and what you’re really after, you still chose to aid them. Tell me, how should I deal with you this time?"

Ye Feng took the seat of Inspector Li, his expression grim.

To his right, clan leaders headed by Fu Zuoxing looked terrified. They indeed knew the intentions of the Sha Family Gang and were aware of Hong Qingyan’s reputation. But if they could overthrow the three great families, wouldn’t that be their opportunity to rise?

"No one’s talking? Fu Zuoxing, you speak. If you speak well, I’ll spare you. But if not, none of you will leave this place today."

Ye Feng had no regard for this great uncle of his.

"I will hand over half of my family’s property."

Fu Zuoxing said, keeping his head down. He had thought that with the support of the Sha Family Gang, he could regain control of the family, only to have Ye Feng cast him back into the abyss so quickly.

"Half of the Fu Family’s property has already been given to the Sha Family Gang by you. You’re still using it as a bargaining chip now, don’t you find that funny?"

"Having martial skills but not dealing with people properly, leave Jiangdu and never let me see your family here again."

With that, Ye Feng directly disabled Fu Zuoxing’s inner strength.

"We are also willing to hand over half of our family’s property."

As Ye Feng turned his gaze to those fair-weather friends, several of them quickly bowed their heads in agreement.

"Not enough!"

Ye Feng coldly uttered two words, then added, "I want all of it."

All of it then!

Who would dare not comply? The family heads mournfully conceded—this time they truly lost both their wife and their soldiers.

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"Young Master Ye, please wait."

Ten minutes later, just as Ye Feng was about to leave, Long Dingchang, unable to mind his severed arm, quickly followed.

"Is there something you need?"

Ye Feng asked with a frown.

"My father was injured by a palm strike from Sha Hong during a match and has been unconscious in bed ever since. I have heard of Young Master Ye’s medical skills and humbly ask for your help."

Long Dingchang spoke while supporting his broken arm and leaning to the side.

"I can do that, take me to see him."

"However, my services do not come cheap. Hand over half of your family’s property to Fu Shen, or else find someone more capable."

Having incapacitated a Half-Step Martial King like Long Zaitian with a single palm strike, Ye Feng had already begun to suspect who Sha Hong really was. It couldn’t truly be that unfortunate soul from the night before,

Thinking of the man in black, Ye Feng really felt he should have let him finish his sentence.

Four hours later.

Ye Feng and his party leisurely left the Long Family. Long Zaitian’s injuries were indeed severe; his inner strength was sealed and his organs severely damaged. But with the Phoenix Returns to Heaven Needle Technique, such a profound Ancient Needle Technique, it was hardly a problem.