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

Chapter 353 Trouble at the Valley of the Medicine God

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Within a moment, over a hundred acupoints were opened, evidencing the formidable strength of this luck. It should be known that Ye Feng had been practicing this martial arts study for no less than ten years, yet only managed to open a little over two hundred acupoints by yesterday.

However, just now, in a mere moment, he had opened over a hundred, truly befitting of an ancient cultivation technique from the Ancient Era.

"The Emperor's Dao Fortune Technique is indeed extraordinary!" Ye Feng felt boundless emotion in his heart when suddenly, a stream of information appeared in his mind, about the origins of the Technique of the Divine Path Heavenly Edict.

According to the information, it is said that during the Ancient Era, when heroes rose and Immortal Sects stood in great numbers, these Sects, constantly at strife, were immensely powerful, so much that even the states of the time did not compare. Thus came a remarkable prodigy who emerged from a minor country.

This small country, frail and often suppressed by the neighboring Immortal Sects, inspired the young prodigy to dream of strengthening his homeland. Eventually, he created the Technique of the Divine Path Heavenly Edict. From a minor nation, it eventually became an Immortal Kingdom, and this unparalleled prodigy was revered as the Great Emperor of the Immortal Kingdom.

The once numerous Immortal Sects were deemed illegal!

What stunned Ye Feng even more was that this Great Emperor of the Immortal Kingdom had only cultivated to the Second Level, the stage of the Dao of the Immortal King, after unifying the realm. The Third Stage that he conceived remained theoretical and had never been practiced to this day.

"Merely reaching Great Perfection in the Second Level, the stage of the Dao of the Immortal King, he already possessed such terrifying and formidable strength, truly worthy of an ancient cultivation technique!" Ye Feng was utterly shocked in his heart.

Having opened up to three hundred acupoints, Ye Feng clearly felt he had reached a bottleneck, since opening so many in a short time required him to stabilize his cultivation realm somewhat. The troubling part was that there was still an abundance of luck inside him that he had yet to absorb.

A crazy and bold idea suddenly emerged in Ye Feng's mind, which was to combine this luck with his Qi Force, thereby indirectly enhancing the quality of his Qi Strength.

After all, Ye Feng was well aware that in terms of the quality level of his Qi Strength, he was still considerably below the Spirit Essence cultivated by Hong Qingyan. In other words, if he were to use his Qi Force in a confrontation against a cultivator with Spirit Essence at the same cultivation realm, he was bound to lose.

However, if the luck were to transform it, then it would be a different story altogether; after all, the ancient Great Emperor of the Immortal Kingdom had swept away those Immortal Sect cultivators. Hence, the idea once conceived was irresistible to Ye Feng, who immediately began to try it out.

Following his speculation, if that ancient Great Emperor could sweep aside all Immortal Sect cultivators, then the Qi Force within him must be of a higher class than Spirit Essence.

Thus, for Ye Feng to be more powerful than a martial artist of the same rank, and even more so to confront those alien races from an Alien Space-Time in the future, he could not rely solely on Qi Force, for its limitations became apparent after reaching higher levels.

Thereupon, he sat down cross-legged again, repeatedly performing seal formations, compressing his Qi Force with this profoundly mysterious luck and integrating it into his Qi Force during the whole process.

Soon, the effect manifested as Ye Feng anticipated; although the overall quantity of his Qi Force diminished, its quality had improved tremendously. If previously his Qi Force resembled a faint mist, it had now undoubtedly become much denser.

This also meant that Ye Feng's combat power had once again increased significantly!

The visitor was the deacon steward of the Valley of the Medicine God. Ye Feng was also familiar with this old steward. Not long ago, when he was seriously injured in Fallen Dragon Valley, he was sent to the Valley of the Medicine God by an elder from the Utility Pavilion, Zhuge Wuming, and it was this old steward who had taken care of him.

"It turns out to be Senior Liang. I was in secluded cultivation the day before yesterday and was unaware of Senior Liang's visit. I neglected the senior and hope the senior won't take offense," said Ye Feng as he quickly walked into the hall and greeted with a cupped fist salute.

Although he was known as the Northern Border King, Ye Feng still lowered his stance and showed enough respect to an elder who had done him favors. Moreover, in the eyes of people from the martial arts world, the position of Northern Border King didn't count for much.

Deacon Liang quickly returned the gesture with a cupped fist salute, "Mr. Ye is too courteous."

In the eyes of people from the martial arts world, they never address someone by their official position, because what they respect more is one's character, righteousness, and cultivation level; the importance of an official rank is secondary.

Ye Feng asked anxiously, "Senior Liang has come for a visit, has something big happened in the Valley of the Medicine God?"

Deacon Liang, twisting his grey-white mustache, smiled and said, "To say it's a big affair is indeed a big affair, but to say it's a big affair, it doesn't really qualify as one."

Ye Feng was left speechless. This old man seemed to like playing with words. If someone with a short temper met him, they could be driven mad. Fortunately, Ye Feng had dealt with him before and knew how to handle him.

Ye Feng asked straightforwardly, "The Valley of the Medicine God sent you, is there any order? I have other matters to deal with, so please be direct, Senior Liang."

Indeed, upon hearing this, the old man said directly, "The Valley of the Medicine God indeed encountered a problem, as for what the problem is, Master of the Valley has instructed me not to tell Mr. Ye for now. But he said that no matter what, Mr. Ye must be asked to visit the Valley of the Medicine God."

"You're asking me to go to the Valley of the Medicine God, now?"

"Yes, now!"

"Is it absolutely necessary?" Ye Feng frowned.

"Yes, it is absolutely necessary. This is something the Valley Master himself has ordered. Mr. Ye must go!" Deacon Liang said, continuing to twirl his long gray-white mustache.

After pondering for a long while, Ye Feng asked, "By the way, is the young girl Yu Feiyu currently in the capital? Or has she returned to the Valley of the Medicine God? Be honest with me, Senior Liang, does this have to do with Yu Feiyu?"

Senior Liang was shaking his head and rocking back and forth, "I can't say, I can't say. The Valley Master has instructed that nothing shall be said. You'll know once Mr. Ye arrives. The message has been delivered, and whether you go or not is now up to you."

In reality, everyone was quite clear that as long as the message was conveyed, Ye Feng would surely go. After all, everyone understood Ye Feng as a man of deep loyalty and righteousness. Moreover, the Valley of the Medicine God had once saved his life. Out of both sentiment and reason, it was impossible for him not to go.

What depressed Ye Feng was precisely this point; knowing he couldn't refuse, yet that old man, Yu Xianhe, wouldn't tell him what the matter was, clearly relying on the fact that he had no fear.

"This old man, he has always wanted me to be the Valley of the Medicine God's son-in-law. Could it be that he's laid a trap for me, like the banquet at Hong Gate?" Ye Feng was rather speechless at the thought.