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

Chapter 312: The Old Man Smoking a Dry Pipe on the Great Wall

At the break of dawn, after the General’s Residence of the Utility Pavilion as well as the members of the Nine Great Sects had departed, two figures suddenly appeared on the highest peak of the Central Region Fallen Dragon Valley.

One of them was a stern, awe-inspiring figure who sported a high crown and hairstyle unusual among ordinary folks, and was dressed in a black robe that rustled in the mountain wind.

This man’s gaze was sharp as he looked out over the vast Central Region, with a posture of arms behind his back that conveyed a sense of looking down on the world. He was none other than the enigmatic Mu Rongtian.

Standing behind Mu Rongtian was a handsome young man in white, with the delicate features of a pretty boy. He was Mu Tian, Rongtian’s son and the close friend Ye Feng had known in the past.

"Father, you’ve lost again," Mu Tian spoke up first, breaking the silence of the predawn.

"I’ve lost?" perched atop the summit, Mu Rongtian was momentarily taken aback upon hearing this.

"Isn’t it so? It was also my good friend Ye Feng who ultimately thwarted the grand scheme you had been plotting for many years.

Father, your stratagem has been in the works for over a decade, not hesitating to secretly persuade the Nine Great Sects for a long time, and even finding the ancient Dual Yi Dragon Gate, but in the end, it all came to nothing and was spoiled by my good friend," said Mu Tian, his tone steady, almost dangerously so. Continue your adventure at novelhall.Côm

Even when speaking to his own father, he maintained this manner, showing none of the subservience expected of a son.

However, Mu Rongtian simply chuckled and said, "True or false, false or true, it seems on the surface that I have indeed lost, but do you really think I have lost?"

Mu Tian did not quite understand what he meant. In fact, he often found the words of his father murky and usually only comprehended them partially.

So Mu Tian immediately continued, "Father’s plan was to use the Nine Great Sects to open the gate to an alien space-time, thereby achieving your ultimate goal, but now, the gate has been destroyed by my good friend Ye Feng, and the channel connecting to the alien space-time can no longer be opened. Doesn’t this mean that Father has lost?"

Mu Rongtian laughed again, "My son, do you really think that the gate guarded by the Nine Great Sects is the culmination of your father’s plans?"

"Isn’t that the case..." Mu Tian’s words halted abruptly, because from his father’s expression, he knew that his father indeed had a grander scheme still in play.

"As the saying goes, those who plan for one domain cannot plan for the whole. A truly great power’s schemes are never just surface-level, nor are they merely the immediate steps before you," Mu Rongtian said slowly.

Mu Tian said nothing further. He had always prided himself on his exceptional intelligence, having even calculated against Ye Feng, the King of the Northern Border. Yet compared to his father, he was vastly outclassed.

Even though he had been following his father closely, he was still utterly unable to see through his true plans.

Mu Rongtian’s gaze swept over the Central Region, looking towards the distant horizon and suddenly muttered to himself, "My true scheme lies over there..."@@@@

"Over there?"

Mu Tian’s expression suddenly turned solemn, and his face seemed to become anxious as he said, "But Father, over there, there is that person in charge, and there are also the Four Great Ancient Clans. Father, you..."

Mu Rongtian finally smiled, a smile of satisfaction, a father’s affirmation of his son.

Yet Mu Tian couldn’t help but laugh. "No wonder I had my suspicions before. Why would such a mysterious little girl appear in that place out of nowhere? It turns out it was arranged by Father. I finally understand."

At this point, Mu Tian shook his head with a wry smile. "I must admit, compared to Father’s stratagems, my own plans are far too inferior. I had intended to use that woman Hong Yuting to restrain Ye Feng, but compared to the little girl Father has arranged, my plan is truly negligible."

Mu Rongtian then declared loudly, "Come, follow me to the Outer Battlefield!"

Having finished speaking, the two immediately soared into the air, flying nonstop toward the east. It took them half a day’s time before they reached the eastern sea of Xuanyuan Nation. They then went straight out to sea until they arrived at the Outer Sea.

The massive whirlpool that had appeared in this High Seas region a few days prior had gradually calmed down. Although the space was still highly unstable, it was no longer as chaotic as before.

Mu Rongtian grasped his son, and a faint golden glow suddenly emanated from his body, enveloping the two of them before diving headlong into the huge whirlpool wormhole.

Just as the two disappeared from this world, far in the distant sky—perhaps a sky that no longer belonged to this space-time—a vast, towering wall radiated a dim, gray-golden glow.

Atop the wall sat an unremarkable old man dressed plainly, with an aura just as average. He seemed like an old man who had spent years toiling in the fields, casually seated on the wall, chewing on a stem, puffing away at his pipe.

The smoke was strong and harsh, causing the old man to cough repetitively. Suddenly, though, he looked up toward the distant eastern horizon and sneered coldly, "A truly cunning scheme, a terrifying setup. Yet do you also know that your so-called arrangement, all of your calculations, are actually within my own?"

As he said this, the old man’s demeanor suddenly turned fiercely sharp. An overwhelming aura burst forth from his body involuntarily. He spoke coldly, "Mu Rongtian, you better quit while you’re ahead, or else don’t blame me for my lack of sentiment!"

As his voice fell, the old man’s figure vanished into thin air, and in the void above, a Sword of the Divine Dragon materialized, its radiance spanning three thousand miles. The Demon Clan members who had climbed upon the wall were immediately decapitated, their blood painting the sky.

Meanwhile, in the Valley of the Medicine God, Valley Master Yu Xianhe had already harvested a number of enchantingly green fruits from Ye Feng. With just a whiff, he instantly recognized that these fruits were the antidote to remove the Ghost Qi and miasma.

Yu Xianhe immediately convened a grand meeting of the Valley of the Medicine God and handed the fruits over to two Vice Sect Leaders, charging them to develop as many antidotes as possible as quickly as they could. Afterwards, he returned with an elder to a small loft.

For three whole days, they did not leave the chamber, and outsiders did not know what was happening inside, nor did anyone dare to inquire.

However, with the enchantingly green fruits, the pharmacists of the Valley of the Medicine God did not disappoint Ye Feng’s expectations. They quickly developed a medicinal solution, and then they used helicopters to sprinkle half of the solution into the sky, completely removing the lingering Ghost Qi.

The other half of the solution was distributed by the soldiers of the Central Region, administered to the civilians affected by the Ghost Qi. In the end, several hundred thousand people were spared from disaster.

Those who were rescued were naturally immensely grateful, even though they did not know that their benefactor was still lying unconscious.

For three consecutive days, Yu Xianhe and the elder from the sect had been in the underground secret chamber attempting to save Ye Feng. From the third day on, they no longer intervened, as they had done all that they could.

Surprisingly, from the third day, Ye Feng’s injuries started to miraculously heal on their own. They had initially thought it would take at least half a year, but by the fourth day, Ye Feng’s injuries had healed, and he had even returned to his peak condition.