Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 438: You’re Actually Serious

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"Three moves, three moves have passed, so what? I'm still standing up just fine!"

Sima Zhantian cracked a big smile, and it was obvious to everyone that he had sustained serious injuries. Yet, the fact that he could still stand was beyond everyone's expectations, indicating that the strength of his physique was far superior to what it had been before.

Upon further thought, it seemed only natural. During the process of converting his Qi Force into Spirit Essence, his flesh body was also being transformed and tempered—a stage commonly referred to as Foundation Establishment. Moreover, with his innate Blade Attribute Physique, he was far beyond ordinary people.

Chuwu was enraged, his face completely darkened. Just moments ago, he had boasted that he'd knock his opponent down in three moves, even claiming he'd take his life. But now, Sima Zhantian was standing right in front of him, wasn't this a blatant slap to his face?

"Damn it, you, to think you had such ability. I underestimated you before!" Chuwu gritted his teeth and shouted.

Sima Zhantian sneered, "Let me tell you the truth, my strength isn't even one-tenth of my lord's. You can't even defeat me, and by comparison to my lord, you're far inferior. You trying to show off in front of my lord? What a joke!"

"What did you say?" Chuwu flew into a rage, his aura bursting forth once more as the dark clouds in the sky dome began to churn again, "Do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you? Since that's the case, I'll completely obliterate you today!"

As he spoke, the dark clouds roiled wildly, condensing into a giant sword—except this time, the thunderous blade was not azure blue but had turned to gold; the gold-colored lightning coiled around it, exuding the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Ye Feng saw this and knew he had to intervene, for with Sima Zhantian's combat power, it was unlikely he would be able to withstand this strike. After all, Sima Zhantian was already gravely injured, and was barely keeping himself upright by sheer willpower.

Just as Ye Feng was about to step forward, Sausage Sister had already rushed out and shouted, "Chuwu, what are you doing? We agreed it was just a friendly contest of three moves, and now you're getting serious. Going back on your word like this, do you even qualify as a man?"

Long Nannan also said, "Yeah, Chuwu, we are all friends here. There's no need for such hostilities; we're not enemies. Just a friendly competition should be enough. Calm down, so you don't spoil the goodwill!"

Upon hearing this, Chuwu dispersed the rolling clouds in the sky, though the anger in his heart had not yet abated. He pointed at Sima Zhantian and said, "Today, out of respect for the two senior sisters, I won't quibble with you, but one day, I will have a life-and-death contest with you!"

Sima Zhantian was angry as well and was about to speak when Ye Feng stepped forward with a light smile, "You're called Chuwu, right? Regardless, this matter started because of me. Since you're not satisfied, why don't we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal do you want to make with me?" Chuwu shouted coldly.

Ye Feng glanced at Sausage Sister and Long Nannan, then said, "I could have intervened today, but there's a big battle tomorrow. Three days, in three days, I will challenge you to fight, and then I'll let you see if I, the king, deserve your salutation."

"Fine, let's do as you say!" Chuwu agreed immediately.

Ye Feng shook his head and chuckled, "Perhaps, we won't even need three days. After tomorrow's battle, you'll probably lose even the courage and boldness to challenge me."

At this point, Ye Feng gestured with a sweep of his hand and said, "Steward, please show the guests to their rest."

"Such audacity! Very well, we'll see in three days!" Chuwu shouted coldly as he followed the steward down.

Sausage Sister, seeing this, could only shrug helplessly and said to Ye Feng, "I'm really sorry; probably even my martial uncle didn't expect that Chuwu would turn out like this. Normally, he just looks like a blockhead who doesn't speak, but today he inexplicably blew up."

Ye Feng laughed lightly and said, "No worries, but I saw it wasn't without reason."

"Oh? You know something?" asked Sausage Sister.

At this moment, Long Nannan stepped forward and said, "Isn't it obvious? Although Chuwu is thickheaded, everyone in the village knows he likes you, Sausage Sister, and they also know that you've taken an interest in the big guy Sima Zhantian. That's why Chuwu isn't convinced and tried to intimidate our Little Martial Uncle as soon as he came in."

At that, Long Nannan sighed helplessly, "Alas, the ancients said that beauty is a source of trouble. I didn't believe it before, but now it seems there is some truth in it, don't you think so, Sausage Sister?"

Sausage Sister just rolled her eyes at her and said, "You impertinent girl, nobody would think you mute if you kept silent."

Long Nannan stuck out her tongue at her playfully. Teasing Sausage Sister into an awkward embarrassment was something she found exceptionally fun.

Just then, Sima Zhantian finally couldn't hold himself up anymore, staggering as if about to fall. Sausage Sister quickly moved to support him, asking, "How are you feeling, is everything alright? Honestly, you big lug, always trying to act tough."

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Long Nannan wasn't one to pass up such an opportunity and immediately giggled, "Look at your Sausage Sister, not even married yet and she's already schooling her man. If she were ever to cross that threshold, wouldn't she turn into a real tigress?"

Sausage Sister glared at her fiercely. If circumstances had been different, it's likely her temper would've exploded, and she would've struck out.

Seeing that Sausage Sister was about to blow her top, Long Nannan quickly grabbed Hong Qingyan, who was beside her, saying they should go shopping. It seemed she was still a little scared of this tigress.

Very soon, Hong Qingyan took Long Nannan, and also brought along Yu Feiyu for a shopping trip. Ye Feng didn't mind. Although the three women appeared delicate and naive on the surface, when united, he feared there weren't more than three people in the entire imperial capital who could stop them, so he did not bother to send a trusted aide to follow them.

"How are you doing, big guy? You're not hurt, are you?" Sausage Sister asked, full of concern.

"No harm done. What's a little injury? Although my body is in pain, my heart is blooming with joy," Sima Zhantian immediately replied, laughing heartily.

Sausage Sister couldn't believe he was joking at a time like this and pushed him away with a huff, "Well, if you look like you're not going to die, you can just go heal yourself."

Sima Zhantian immediately howled, "Ow, hey! My hips and my back are busted, my heart's shattered too—badly hurt, seriously! I really need someone to take care of me right now."

Seeing this, Ye Feng knew it wasn't suitable for him to stay and be the third wheel any longer. He shook his head with a smile and walked away, no longer paying attention to these two lovebirds squabbling.

Leaving the Martial Arts Training Plaza, Ye Feng just happened to see Chuwu in the corner of the chambers, his face somber with anger, glaring daggers at Sima Zhantian. Shaking his head with a sigh, Ye Feng thought that their grudge seemed irreconcilable now.

Deciding to ignore such trivial matters, Ye Feng went straight into the study and once again chose secluded cultivation. Although cultivating without the aid of the Source of Luck meant a slower pace, he had no trouble manipulating spiritual energy. However, once the Technique of the Three Thousand Acupoints reached the Minor Achievement Level of a thousand acupoints, the difficulty of opening each subsequent acupoint increased significantly, hence the progress became excruciatingly slow.

Of course, aside from practicing the Technique of the Three Thousand Acupoints, Ye Feng also dedicated a portion of his mind to studying the Spirit Nucleus in his Sea of Consciousness. Since it had strengthened somewhat after he had overused his spiritual power previously, Ye Feng's interest in it grew even more.

"According to my previous inference, this spiritual power needs constant tempering. Currently lacking any other cultivation technique, it seems I'll have to endure and fortify it bit by bit," Ye Feng mused. Indeed, he was well aware that the Spirit Nucleus in the Sea of Consciousness was much more powerful than the Technique of the Three Thousand Acupoints, and even more crucial than the Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll.

Indeed, the two things were not on the same level, with spiritual power belonging to a higher category!

"Condense!" All of a sudden, Ye Feng's eyes sharpened as the Spirit Nucleus within his Sea of Consciousness began to spin rapidly, releasing a burst of spiritual power that surged forth from his forehead.

Of course, this almost tangible burst of spiritual power was invisible and intangible to those who hadn't yet reached this threshold, yet, through Ye Feng's eyes, the Spirit Nucleus stretched out like a trickle, spreading outwards.

Ye Feng's gaze was firmly on the bookshelf in the secret chamber, and his spiritual power reached out to it, instantly wrapping around the book and, in an incredible sight, causing it to float in mid-air.

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"This book is too small. I should find something bigger!" Ye Feng remarked to himself. Immediately letting go of the book, he turned his attention to a three-meter-long bookshelf.

In fact, Ye Feng knew that since his spiritual power was still too weak, he could only affect the divine ability martial skills of those Martial Artists in the Divine Ability Realm, but as for the martial artists themselves, the impact was negligible.

Under Ye Feng's direction, the trickle of spiritual power split into four streams, which then wrapped around the four corners of the shelf. The whole shelf started to shake and gradually began to lift.

But when it was less than two centimeters above the ground, the shelf suddenly dropped back down. By that time, Ye Feng was panting like a bull, the color drained from his face, and large beads of sweat covered his forehead.

It was clear that using spiritual power at such a high intensity and overloading himself was a significant strain on him.

"Again!" Gritting his teeth, Ye Feng once more activated his spiritual power, lifting the shelf, which again quickly fell back down.

At this moment, Ye Feng had a distinct feeling; without the use of any Qi Essence or Spirit Essence, relying solely on spiritual power, the shelf in front of him was like a minor mountain range, making it incredibly difficult to lift.

But Ye Feng understood that this was a way of honing strong spiritual power. And so, despite the steep challenges and sheer exhaustion, he didn't intend to stop.

"Again!" Ye Feng unleashed his spiritual power in relentless repetition, hardening it in the process.

Time flowed like water, and soon it was deep into the night. Ye Feng still showed no signs of ending his seclusion. Only when dawn broke and night fell again did he finally come out. By then, it was evident to Ye Feng that the Spirit Nucleus in his Sea of Consciousness had grown substantially.

Compared to initially being able to lift the shelf just two centimeters, he could now raise it four centimeters, clearly indicating that his spiritual power had been significantly boosted by a day and a night of cultivation.

"It's time to leave seclusion. Heavenly Movement Mountains, here I come!" Ye Feng straightened his clothes and then proceeded to push open the door of the study and walked out.