Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 467 - 465: Sword Saint Palace, Martial Dao Heritage Holy Land?
Three days later, after Cao Yi was buried, a fierce wind howled and relentless rain poured down as if even the Heavens were weeping. Of course, after entering spring, rains in the Capital had gradually increased. After returning to Northern Cloud Residence from the public cemetery, Xiao Chuanqi and the others had just returned, having finally clarified the entire course of events over three days.
"How is it?" Ye Feng asked coldly, seated in front of the living room tea table.
Over these three days, he had been desperately suppressing his murderous intent, all to ensure that Lord Cao was properly laid to rest. Of course, during these three days, Ye Feng also knew that everyone in the nation was watching to see what he would do next.
Even as the incident fermented, by now everyone across the country had come to know of it, it could be said that the whole nation's citizens were paying attention to the direction this matter would take.
Of course, everyone was also very clear that, with the Northern King's iron-blooded nature, he would never let this go; this was absolutely a matter of revenge, but to what extent no one knew.
Xiao Chuanqi saluted, "Five days ago, Lord Cao Yi boarded his private yacht and left the East Sea to reach the High Seas boundary. There, he happened upon a swordsman from Fusang Sword Saint Palace practicing swordsmanship at sea. At that time, there were no conflicts between the two parties, but this Fusang swordsman unsparingly made a move without explanation!"
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"According to the messages sent back by our secret agents in Fusang, at that moment, the swordsman treated Lord Cao and his companions as if they were practice targets. In the end, not a single one of the twenty-plus people aboard the yacht survived, and that swordsman from Fusang has since returned to Fusang," Xiao Chuanqi said in one breath.
"Practice swordsmanship? Using people to practice swordsmanship, that was a full one hundred and eight strikes," Ye Feng clenched his teeth, and then demanded word by word, "What is the name of that swordsman?"
Xiao Chuanqi saluted again, "Okamoto Matsuki! He is a third-generation disciple of Sword Saint Palace. However, according to the message, this man's talent in the way of the sword is extremely formidable. Although he's less than thirty years old, he has already overwhelmed the elders of the Sword Saint Palace with no chance to retaliate. Furthermore..."
"Furthermore what?" Ye Feng pressed.
"Furthermore, according to the most covert intelligence, this Okamoto Matsuki, it's said, has once been to the Outer Battlefield. His swordsmanship has advanced by leaps and bounds since emerging from the Outer Battlefield. Initially considered to have average talent among the third-generation disciples, his sudden surge in strength has been extraordinary, even earning him the title of Sword Saint Palace's Saint Heir!"
"Outer Battlefield? In that case, it seems that this person must have had a fortuitous encounter there!"
Ye Feng said this and then slowly stood up. He strolled to the door, looking towards the east and then stated, word by word, "I don't care who you are. You dared to kill my benefactor and elder without any reason, even if you are the Heavenly King, I will still slaughter you!"
"Issue the command, we set off this afternoon, the target is Fusang Sword Saint Palace!" Ye Feng ordered coldly.
"As Your Majesty commands!" Xiao Chuanqi and the others immediately saluted, clearly having anticipated such a scene.
The heavy rain continued to pour down. Soon, the courtyard of Northern Cloud Residence gathered around thirty men, each of whom was a trusted guard of Ye Feng and a top-notch master. Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhantian, Long Nannan, Sausage Sister, and so on were among them.
Even the guards provided by Second Sect Leader Shi Yehong and Lord Cao Yi had managed to break through to the Fifth Realm of Divine Ability under Ye Feng's guidance. Each person stood in the rain with a murderous air; despite the torrential downpour, not a drop of water could seep through the protective shields around them.
A total of thirty-five people at the Divine Path Realm, all at the fifth realm of Divine Ability Level—a force that would be terrifyingly formidable in any sect or power.
Ye Feng swept a glance over them and then with a wave of his Great Hand, commanded, "Set off!" He then stepped out the door, only to be surprised by the mass of people standing just outside.
"Lord Northern King, please let us accompany you!" said the leader of the crowd outside. This throng turned out to be over a thousand strong.
Realizing these were family members and guards of Lord Cao Yi, Ye Feng managed a faint smile and said, "All of you go back. I will avenge this on your behalf."
"Lord Northern King, please let us accompany you!" the crowd of over a thousand reiterated their plea.
Thereupon, Ye Feng declared in a stern voice, "This time, our sights are set on the Fusang Sword Saint Palace; victory cannot be achieved with numbers alone. I can understand your feelings, but I shall say no more, please leave!"
At this point, Second Sect Leader also spoke, "Everyone, please go back. Earlier, the Utility Pavilion wanted to send masters to accompany us, but they too were stopped by the Northern King. Just as the Northern King has said, more is not necessarily better. Otherwise, why wouldn't the Northern King command his Northern Border Army of three hundred thousand to move?"
The leader of the Cao Family thought for a moment, then said, "Initially, we only wanted to contribute our strength, fulfill our duty as members of the Cao Family. Since Lord Northern King has said thus, we shall not persist. Lord Northern King, please accept our bow!"
After saying this, the dense crowd of over a thousand people outside immediately saluted and bowed. Ye Feng did not accept the gesture, stepping aside instead because he felt this was something he ought to do. Lord Cao Yi had been very kind to him during his lifetime, and he could not fail to reciprocate.
All personnel then boarded vehicles, driving eastward. Upon reaching the East Coast, they transferred to a ship. Ye Feng once again chose not to travel by airplane, since the larger target could be exploited; if the airplane was attacked, even those at the Divine Path Realm could be injured or even killed, as those at the Divine Ability Level could not sustain flight for long durations.
Thirty people boarded the ship like lightning, their speed unbelievably fast, and then the steamer surged through the waves, continuing eastward. Fusang lies to the east of Xuanyuan Nation, small in size, but Martial Dao is extremely prevalent, especially in recent years where Martial Dao has all but become a national pastime in Fusang Kingdom.
However, as Fusang is small and its heritage not long-standing, it simply cannot compare to the vast and resourceful Xuanyuan Nation in terms of depth and foundation. It was at this moment that everyone noticed Ye Feng was carrying a blade in his hand, the inherited blade of Fusang, the Demon Blade Muramasa, a blue, hauntingly eerie sword.
He had snatched this blade from the hands of a second-generation disciple of the Sword Saint Palace. All this time, the Sword Saint Palace had tried everything to recover it. Although it wasn't a symbol of the palace, the theft of the Demon Blade was absolutely a disgrace to Fusang.
Perhaps it was for this reason that when Okamoto Matsuki, a third-generation disciple of the Sword Saint Palace, met Cao Yi and the others, he did not hesitate to treat them as sword practice targets and mercilessly killed them.
However, the Sword Saint Palace was the pinnacle of Martial Dao in Fusang, home to many powerful and capable individuals. But Ye Feng did not care. After defeating the two old men from the Buddhist and Confucian Sects, Ye Feng knew that a so-called Sword Saint Palace could not stop his advance.
The rain was not only heavy but covered a wide area. Even after reaching the high seas, it continued to pour unceasingly, the waves churning and the steamer heaving up and down. Only beings of great power like them dared to set sail at such a time; ordinary people would never venture out to sea.
About four hours later, the Sword Saint Palace was already visible in the distance!
And at this very moment, the Sword Saint Palace was already a place of alarm and anxiety. Given the commotion stirred up by the Imperial Capital of Xuanyuan Nation, secret agents from Fusang had long since gained wind of it, and the Sword Saint Palace had activated its highest-level Great Formation.
On the top floor of the highest building in the Sword Saint Palace, eight people were in a meeting—eight old men with white hair, all shadow-level elders of the palace, each with an incredibly strong aura, all surpassing the Divine Ability Realm, almost reaching Sacred Realm Level, with even the weakest being half a step into the Saint Realm.
"One of the Sword Saints is not here, and from Xuanyuan Nation's side, especially that Ye Feng, the Northern King, will definitely come to attack. We must be fully prepared to respond!" An old man spoke up.
"Hmph, he's just a minor Northern King from Xuanyuan Nation. Last time, we considered him only at Martial King Level and beneath our notice, which is why we let him make a small fuss in the Sword Saint Palace. He really thinks our Sword Saint Palace is a place where he can run wild!" Another old man retorted coldly.
"That's exactly it. If it were not for the fear of the hidden powers of the ancient clans in Xuanyuan Nation, plus the strength of those two old men from the Utility Pavilion, I would have marched into the Northern Border long ago to retrieve the Divine Blade Muramasa."
"Enough chit-chat. Based on the intelligence, this Northern King Ye Feng, just a while ago, joined some Martial Arts World convention with the Buddhist Sect of Ancient Martial Arts, where he defeated and even slew two old men from the Buddhist Sect and the Holy Mansion of Confucian Sect on the spot, didn't you know?" the elder in the main seat snorted coldly.
"So what if we know? The reason why those old men from the Buddhist and Confucian Sects were killed was entirely due to their overestimation of themselves, thinking Xuanyuan Nation was truly the holy land of Martial Dao heritage. For years they've thought themselves the rightful inheritors, not knowing that our Sword Saint Palace is the true source of Martial Dao inheritance. Let that youngster come, and I will make sure his head hits the floor!"
"Indeed, there's actually no need for discussion. The absence of the two Sword Saints represents no concern to us. Even with the two Sword Saints and five Saint Heirs entering the Outer Battlefield, there's nothing for us to worry about," one of the old men declared confidently.
Yet suddenly, someone said, "Should we really not inform the Sword Saints? And the instigator of this event, Saint Heir Okamoto Matsuki, is no longer in the Sword Saint Palace, should we really not tell them? Also, is there no need to ask the Onmyoji for help?"
"Hmph, those Onmyoji are always so eccentric, acting as if they represent the heavens, putting on airs. What need do we have to call upon them? To invite them to be honored? Unnecessary; the eight of us here are more than enough!" All the old men stated their position swiftly.
Seeing this, the elder main seat finally nodded, "Since that is the consensus, we will not inform them. It should not be a big deal; as long as the eight of us are here, there should be nothing serious happening in the Sword Saint Palace."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, "To report to the eight shadow-level elders, according to the latest intelligence, the Northern Cloud Residence has set sail three hours ago. Judging by the time, they should arrive at our Sword Saint Palace in half an hour."
"Good, this Ye fellow really isn't afraid of death, daring to come here. This time, I will make sure he doesn't return alive!"
"This Ye Feng, how many people has he brought this time, and has he brought his Northern Border Army?" the elder on the main seat immediately inquired, his biggest concern this very point—if the enemy really came en masse, then it would no longer be a simple matter for the Sword Saint Palace but something the entire Fusang Kingdom would have to treat seriously.
Of course, if Ye Feng had only brought a group of martial artists, it would be considered a private vendetta within the Martial Arts World and not warrant such a grand mobilization.
"According to intelligence, that Ye Feng has brought only about thirty people on a single steamer, without any unusual movement detected," reported the secret agent.
"Good, we understand, you can leave," they dismissed.
"Yes!" With that, the secret agent was gone without another sound.
"Good, just thirty people—this Ye Feng really isn't afraid of death. I'll be the first to fight; you just watch. This time, I will ensure he doesn't return alive, and the Sword Saint Palace will be their burial ground!" One of the shadow-level elders stood up with a fierce declaration.
