Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 416: The Doomsday of the prestigious Qiu Family

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Atop the Forbidden City, as dusk fell, a duel of life and death was set!

With Hong Jiutian's words, the scene immediately became noisy, while Duantian from the Great General's Mansion secretly smiled, thinking that the two of you have finally come head-to-head, and it's a life-and-death fight right from the start. He had been thinking about how to incite the conflict between the two, but now it looked like he didn't have to worry anymore.

Tang Bai simply snorted and then lightly stepped on the ground, soaring into the sky. It was clear that both he and Hong Jiutian could essentially fly, and their cultivation realm had even surpassed the Divine Path Realm.

Watching Tang Bai leave, the people from the Great General's Mansion and the Three Offices naturally would not linger. They quickly departed, and instantly, the bustling Martial Academy became quiet. Ye Feng had not left yet, and Xiao Chuanqi and the others naturally remained as well, along with the Second Sect Leader and a few old friends from the Imperial Capital.

Zhuge Wuming suddenly sighed loudly, "Ye Feng, you shouldn't have been so impulsive. Do you really not know what kind of background Hong Jiutian comes from, even now?"

Ye Feng indifferently said, "Of course I know."

"If you know, then why are you going head-to-head with him so stubbornly? This person is even stronger than the previous Bu Tianyun and is not someone you can contend with right now," Zhuge Wuming said, clearly very troubled and worried.

Ye Feng waved his hand dismissively, "No need to say more, Senior Zhuge. Besides, I'm well aware of what I'm doing."

Zhuge Wuming shook his head with a sigh, then nodded and said, "Well then, since you both have a reputation to uphold, and the words have been said, they can't be taken back. Although I am one of the two elders of the Utility Pavilion, there's not much I can do to help you. The only thing I can do tomorrow is to try and save your life."

No matter what, Ye Feng felt moved upon hearing this and immediately responded with a bow, "Thank you, Senior!"

Zhuge Wuming waved his hand, "You don't need to thank me. This is what I should do. In truth, it is my lack of ability that led to this situation, but you must understand one thing. If I really have no choice but to save your life tomorrow, then I'm afraid you won't be able to hold onto your position as the manager of the academy."

After saying this, Zhuge Wuming turned and left. All the while, Shi Yehong sat there silently, his expression full of infinite melancholy and even shame, because he realized that he had no role to play in today's events. He didn't even have the right to speak.

There was a time when Ye Feng was just a little kid in his eyes, but now he had grown so much, and even left him far behind.

Thinking this, Second Sect Leader Shi Yehong sighed deeply and said, "Ye Feng, things have come to this point. More words would be useless. Now that you have completely grown up, the road ahead is yours to walk. We old fellows can't be of much help, but remember, whatever you do, you must have a clear understanding in your heart."

Ye Feng nodded; he could see who truly cared about him among those present, and clearly, Old Man Shi Yehong was one of them.

Shi Yehong looked around and then said, "It seems that the Martial Academy's recruitment will have to be postponed. Without the support of the Utility Pavilion and resources from the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts, it will be hard for you to stand alone. I still have some resources left, and after tomorrow, I will bring them all to you. Of course, I hope they will still be needed."

After finishing his speech, Shi Yehong also left because staying there would only increase his sorrow.

Though the living room was large, it felt very empty at that moment. Ye Feng looked at his many subordinates who remained silent and shrugged with a smile, "Why all the long faces? It's just a contest, not like the sky is falling. Cheer up, everyone."

Nobody felt cheerful, as the aura of Hong Jiutian had been too overwhelming, and the pressure was too great.

Ye Feng had originally planned to take a walk in the Martial Academy and check out the environment, but now he suddenly had no interest. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Alright then, let's return to Northern Cloud Residence!"

Having said that, he got up and left the Martial Academy. While the people around him were full of anxiety, Ye Feng himself appeared utterly relaxed.

Of course, this wasn't an act, as he truly had that level of confidence—especially since his Sea of Consciousness had undergone a transformation today, resulting in the materialization of nuclei from his spiritual power, his assurance had grown even greater.

What of the legendary Sacred Realm? He was now fearless. Of course, Hong Jiutian was born from one of the Four Great Ancient Clans and had cultivated the Heritage Dharma Door of Ancient Daoist Cultivators. The path he took obviously wouldn't be the ordinary Martial Artist's path.

Ye Feng guessed that the guy was probably at the Half-Step Golden Core Realm, a level that would likely be stronger than an ordinary Sacred Realm Martial Artist.

Even so, Ye Feng was still confident because, at this moment, in the Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll within his Sea of Consciousness, there was still an unprecedentedly vast amount of Source of Luck. Once all of it is refined and absorbed, the Technique of the Three Thousand Acupoints could possibly break through a thousand acupoints, reaching the Minor Achievement Level.

Even his Qi Essence might be half-transmuted into Spirit Essence, making him half a Daoist Cultivator, and the quantity of his Spirit Essence would likely far exceed that of a Half-Step Golden Core Realm!

That was the source of Ye Feng's confidence!

With that thought, Ye Feng suddenly instructed, "We've been to the Imperial Capital several times and haven't even visited a decent restaurant. It seems I haven't really lived up to my role as a leader. Turn left, to the Sky King's Rear Sea Pavilion in the Imperial Capital. Let's go have a meal first!"

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Xiao Chuanqi was about to say something, but after thinking it over, he simply turned the steering wheel and the car directly changed direction, racing towards the direction of the Sky King's Rear Sea Pavilion. For the ordinary people of the Imperial Capital, the Rear Sea Pavilion might not mean much, but for those in upper circles, it was a dining hall of the gods.

Anything that flew in the sky, ran on the ground, or swam in the water—land, sea, and air—they had it all here, and everything was the most exquisite and luxurious. Moreover, the chefs here could cook fine delicacies from ancient and modern times, from all over the world. In short, anything you couldn't imagine, they could make.

Normally, a place like this would require a reservation a week in advance, but when Ye Feng saw that one of the people with a reservation was Qiu Kuzhen from the Utility Pavilion's Nine Sect Leaders, he didn't say a word and simply crossed out this person's name.

Despite Qiu Kuzhen being dealt with so severely by Ye Feng during their time at the Martial Academy, as a Sect Leader of the Utility Pavilion, he was a prominent figure in the Imperial Capital. The Qiu Family was even considered a powerful family there.

Seeing the extraordinary air of Ye Feng and his group, the manager didn't dare to object openly and simply made a discreet phone call to the Qiu Family.

When the eldest son of the Qiu Family learned that someone dared to take over their reserved number one private room, he flew into a rage: "You worthless thing, do you know that today my father needs to entertain a very important person, yet you let someone take our spot? How can you manage like this?"

Not daring to argue, the manager thought that since even the Qiu Family's eldest son had to refer to the guest as a VIP, the person they were hosting must be even more terrifying—after all, the power of the Qiu Family in the Imperial Capital was already overwhelming.

"Who is the other party?" Qiu Shuangtian, the eldest son of Qiu Kuzhen, demanded. He did not have any martial arts talent and was unable to inherit his father's martial arts study. Fortunately, he had a knack for business, and it was precisely because of him that the Qiu Family's business reached both domestic and international levels.

"I, I don't know. They didn't say, and there were only a few of them, who all looked quite young!" the manager stammered.

"A few young people? Could it be those second-tier, blind nouveau riche scions of the Imperial Capital? Truly courting death. Today I want to see which heir is tired of living!"

After finishing his call, Qiu Shuangtian went to his father's study to relate the incident, fearing it might delay his father's plans to entertain the VIP.

But to his surprise, Qiu Kuzhen roared on the spot: "Damn it all, kill them, kill! It doesn't matter who it is, if they dare to take the spot reserved by Qiu Kuzhen, they'd better prepare to be slaughtered, regardless of whether they're from an Imperial Capital's powerful family!"

Qiu Kuzhen was seething with rage. Having lost so much face at the Martial Academy today, he was already looking for a place to vent his anger, and now someone dared to provoke him further—it was like giving a death wish on their birthday.

"Then father, what about the banquet with the VIP?" Qiu Shuangtian asked.

"Everything should proceed as planned. This VIP is no ordinary person. We absolutely cannot let this delay things; it relates to whether our Qiu Family can take a step further and if I can personally advance further. Do you understand?"

Understanding dawned on Qiu Shuangtian, and although he lacked martial arts talent, it didn't mean he was stupid. His father was already one of the Nine Sect Leaders of the Utility Pavilion, so taking "a step further" wasn't that tantamount to attaining the position of one of the two elders? The thought sent a shiver of excitement through Qiu Shuangtian.

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Seeing this, Qiu Kuzhen gave him a glare then coldly huffed, "Remember, don't make any careless mistakes, and keep this matter strictly confidential. Once this goes well, that Ye fellow—I must shatter his body into thousands of pieces!"

"Hurry, move quickly. Take care of it before the VIP arrives!"

"Yes, father!" said Qiu Shuangtian before he quickly retreated.

Qiu Kuzhen was currently applying medicine; after all, he had been badly injured by Ye Feng at the Martial Academy, especially around the mouth, where it had even split open. But then it occurred to him: "Wait, isn't this injury an advantage? This way it will be easier to gain sympathy from the VIP and make negotiations more convenient."

With this thought, he promptly stopped applying medicine and instead began to dress and groom himself.

Meanwhile, Ye Feng had reached the highest floor's number one private room through the Tian Di entrance. Here, seated with a 270-degree panoramic view through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could overlook almost the entire Inner City of the Imperial Capital, offering a spectacular view, which was, of course, part of the reason for the high price.

However, Hong Qingyan and Xiao Chuanqi seemed to have lost their appetites, whereas Ye Feng was enjoying his meal. But he hadn't been eating for long when suddenly, a ruckus from outside disturbed his good mood.

"Go check it out!" Ye Feng furrowed his brows and put down his chopsticks. Sima Zhantian stood up without a word and pushed open the door.

Just then, the manager's pig-like screams could be heard—the sound of someone having their arms and legs forcibly broken.

"Motherf*cker, you couldn't even hold onto the spot I reserved. What's the use of having a manager like you? If I didn't give a damn about the power behind your boss, I'd skin you alive today!"

The speaker was Qiu Shuangtian, who, along with over ten Martial Kings and Grandmaster Level experts, had kicked the manager away like a dead dog and was about to burst through the door when they encountered Sima Zhantian, the iron tower Vajra, emerging from the room.