Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 478 - 475: One day, you will not be able to climb high

The mahjong game for four they had arranged was naturally postponed due to the change of events with Hong Qingyan. Long Nannan, though easy-going, was not foolish and could tell that something was off with Hong Qingyan's emotions. Therefore, she simply decided to take Yu Feiyu to another room to rest.

Ye Feng sat quietly on the sofa, watching Hong Qingyan, because he could tell that she had a lot to say.

But Hong Qingyan's heart was tangled with complex emotions. She indeed had a lot to tell Ye Feng, yet she didn't know where to start, especially because the demand made by Hong Tianguo was too embarrassing to voice, it simply seemed too excessive.

In the end, it was Ye Feng who broke the silence. He knew that if he didn't speak up, this kind-hearted woman might never reveal her thoughts. So he asked, "How is it? You should know everything about your background now, right?"

Only then did Hong Qingyan nod her head. Ye Feng smiled and said, "Aren't you going to tell me? At least tell me about your mother's deeds."

Hong Qingyan was slightly startled, then laughed and said, "I almost forgot. It was me who was too caught up in my own emotions that I overlooked Big Brother Ye."

Ye Feng smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, I understand. Go ahead, I'm also very curious about what kind of woman could give birth to such an outstanding daughter."

Hong Qingyan couldn't help but laugh at his words, and her mood lightened considerably. So she recounted what Hong Tianguo had just told her.

After listening, Ye Feng pondered for a long while before finally sighing deeply, "She was indeed a great mother."

Hong Qingyan nodded and said, "Big Brother Ye, just now the Chief of the Hong Clan, that's Hong Tianguo from before, he said that he wants me to return to the clan but won't interfere with or obstruct our relationship."

Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh, "Does he have any other demands?"

Hong Qingyan nodded but hesitated to speak.

Ye Feng pretended to be angry and said, "Come on, what can't we talk about between us?"

Hong Qingyan couldn't help but ask, "Big Brother Ye, if I say it, you can't get angry, okay?"

Ye Feng nodded slightly, and Hong Qingyan then bit her lip and said, "Hong Tianguo said that if we want to continue, you would have to marry into the Ancient Hong Clan, and any children we have would also need to take the Hong surname."

To Hong Qingyan's surprise, Ye Feng did not get angry, and his expression did not change at all. He simply smiled slightly and said, "I thought as much."

"You thought about it, Big Brother Ye?" Hong Qingyan was somewhat taken aback.

Ye Feng sneered, "Of course, it's the usual style of the Four Great Ancient Clans. However, I can understand. Hong Tianguo, as the clan leader, must consider the entire Hong Family. He has his reasons for this."

The weight in Hong Qingyan's heart finally lifted, and she looked up at Ye Feng, saying, "Then Big Brother Ye, what do you plan to do? I'll state my position first: no matter what choice you make, I will stand by your side without any hesitation, even if it means never returning to the Hong Family."

Ye Feng was in a dilemma. If it were just about him, there would be nothing to consider, but Hong Qingyan was after all from the Ancient Hong Clan and carried the Hong bloodline. He naturally had to consider things from Hong Qingyan's perspective.

After pondering for quite some time, Ye Feng said, "If I were just an ordinary person, I would certainly not hesitate to marry into the Ancient Hong Clan, but as you know, I can't do that, I won't marry in. It's not that I'm selfish and not considering you, I hope you understand."

"I understand!" Hong Qingyan nodded firmly, saying, "Anyway, I don't have the slightest affection for the Hong Family. In fact, I even have some animosity towards the Four Great Ancient Clans, to be honest, I don't want to go back."

Ye Feng nodded slightly and said, "Let's put this matter aside for now. We'll find a solution eventually. At least now you know your own background, and that settles the vexation buried for many years."

While saying this, Ye Feng couldn't help thinking that the Hong Family's demand for him to marry in simply showed the Ancient Hong Clan's belief that they, being one of the Four Great Ancient Clans with a powerful legacy, considered themselves above others, viewing those in the Mortal World as insignificant.

Even he, Ye Feng, was probably nothing more than a slightly stronger ant in the eyes of the people of the Ancient Hong Clan.

"Ancient Hong Clan, you're underestimating me. Since you look down on me today, one day I will make sure you can't even aspire to reach me. When that time comes, I will bring Hong Qingyan to the Ancient Hong Clan with an air of transcendence, and I would like to see what faces you will be making!" Ye Feng thought to himself.

Suddenly, Hong Qingyan spoke in a timid voice, "But Big Brother Ye, according to Hong Tianguo, my mother is buried within the Ancient Hong Clan. If there's a chance someday, I mean, if it's possible, could we go back to pay our respects to her?"

"Of course, we will definitely go someday!" Ye Feng immediately responded.

"Good!" Hong Qingyan finally truly felt relieved, her last bit of worry dissipated.

Ye Feng also finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's late and you must be tired, rest early. I'll go to the study, there are some things I still need to take care of."

Hong Qingyan nodded, and Ye Feng then stood up and walked out of the bedroom. The night sky was dotted with stars, and a crescent moon hung high, giving the tranquil night an expansive and remote feeling. Now that Qingyan had finally clarified her own origins, he himself still had no concept of his Qi Force, as if he had emerged out of thin air, completely unaware of his own background.

Since Ye Feng could remember, he had been the Fu Family of Jiangdu's foster son, and it was only due to a stroke of fate that he encountered Old Long from the Northwest Little Mountain Village, after which his life's trajectory changed drastically.

For many years, Ye Feng had asked his foster father more than once, but he had said that Feng was just picked up from the roadside. When he was picked up, there were no marks on Ye Feng's body, nor any clues. Ye Feng even suspected that Old Long from the Northwest Little Mountain Village might know his roots; otherwise, why out of the millions of people in this world, had he specifically sought him out?

However, the Big Smoking Pipe old man still claimed he knew nothing and said that finding him was purely an accident. Ye Feng could only let it be.

Of course, regarding his own origins, Ye Feng never mentioned it to anyone—not even to Hong Qingyan—because he did not want her to share in his sadness. Some things, as a man who should hold up the sky, it's better for him to bear silently alone.

The night grew deeper, and Northern Cloud Residence became even more desolate. Ye Feng had no desire for sleep, so he simply turned and walked to the back courtyard where Leng Wuming was staying. To his surprise, the light was still on in this fellow's room in the middle of the night, and when he approached, he found Leng Wuming sitting on the bed cultivating with the Dao Technique Ye Feng had given him.

"Quite diligent, indeed, and the talent isn't bad either. In just one day's time, he's almost at the point of Foundation Establishment!" Ye Feng was surprised, then took steps to approach the door.

Leng Wuming immediately sensed something and called out, "Who's there?"

"It's me!" Ye Feng replied.

Leng Wuming leapt off the bed and briskly came to open the door, then promptly bowed and said, "This subordinate did not know the master was coming late at night and failed to open the door in time, please forgive me."

Ye Feng waved his hand and said, "I just thought of coming to have a look; there's no need for such formality. You seem to be recovering well, and your talent is not bad."

Leng Wuming welcomed Ye Feng in, then immediately gave a bitter smile and said, "Compared to Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian, my talent is still somewhat lacking. After almost half a day, I still haven't succeeded in Foundation Establishment. With my current cultivation strength, I'm afraid I can only barely contend with an ordinary Martial King."

"In that case, I will lend you a helping hand!" Ye Feng, struck by a whim, said in a deep voice, "Next, I will fully infuse Spirit Essence into your body. Take whatever you can absorb; use this Spirit Essence to reach Foundation Establishment in one fell swoop!"

"Master, I'm afraid this is not appropriate, I can't just..." Leng Wuming started.

"Sit down cross-legged quickly, don't dilly-dally like an old lady," Ye Feng snapped. "It's just a small part of the Spirit Essence, I can repair it in one night."

Leng Wuming didn't persist and sat down cross-legged. Ye Feng's palm instantly pressed on the other's back, and then he began to infuse Spirit Essence.

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What followed was unbelievable to Ye Feng—Leng Wuming's body was like a bottomless pit, and even after half a quarter-hour, there was no sign of saturation.

"This guy has already absorbed a third of my Spirit Essence and still hasn't stopped. Can he really endure it?" Ye Feng marveled in his heart. However, seeing that Leng Wuming's face was still calm with no sign of pain, it seemed he had not reached his limit.

"If that's the case, I want to see just how much of my Spirit Essence you can ultimately endure!" Ye Feng gritted his teeth as the Spirit Essence from the acupoints in his body slowly entered the other's body through his palm.

At this moment, if Ye Feng had used his spiritual power to probe, he would have undoubtedly discovered that inside Leng Wuming's body, specifically in his Dantian, a whirlpool had appeared, a very special one that was continuously absorbing Spirit Essence.

An hour passed, and nearly half of the Spirit Essence inside Ye Feng had been infused, yet there was still no sign of saturation from Leng Wuming. Ye Feng was increasingly astonished.

"It seems that Leng Wuming is also no ordinary man. There must be something strange within his body, but this seems to be a good thing." Ye Feng thought, deciding to help to the end. With this situation, the more Leng Wuming absorbed, the more likely his talent would be stronger.

After four hours, when the Spirit Essence within Ye Feng was nearly exhausted, Leng Wuming's body finally showed signs of saturation, even appearing a bit restless. Ye Feng then withdrew his Palm Power.

"Control your mind and spirit; establish your foundation in one go. At that time, your whole body will receive a thorough baptism, and even the hidden injuries on your body will be completely healed due to this. This is an opportunity for transformation; you must grasp it well!" Ye Feng reminded aloud.

Stabilizing his slightly restless state, Leng Wuming began to establish his foundation step by step.

As dawn approached, and Leng Wuming had completely stabilized, Ye Feng then left and returned to the study, afterward secluded himself to recover the Spirit Essence he had lost earlier.

By the morning, Ye Feng fully recovered to his peak state. When he walked out of the study, he saw that the sun was already high. He shook his head with a light smile, then thought, "Next, I should start preparing to enter the Outer Battlefield. Not just the Great Powers of the Xuanyuan Nation, but even several foreign powers, have already entered one after another. I cannot lag behind, lest I end up without even a drop of soup to taste."

As he was thinking, a guard suddenly came to report, "Master, someone from the Utility Pavilion has come with a message, Lord Zhuge Wuming invites you to go over for an important discussion."

"Lord Zhuge is inviting me?" Ye Feng was momentarily taken aback, then immediately thought, this probably had to do with the Outer Battlefield, and promptly instructed, "Tell the messenger that I will arrive in half an hour!"

"Understood!" The guard bowed and retreated.