Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

No one could understand the kind of sorrow, disappointment, and indescribable pain and anger Ye Fan

was feeling at that moment.

Ye Fan believed that he had sacrificed a lot for the country and the people.

Back then, he unconditionally offered Yuan Lingguo, which he exchanged his life for, to the country.

Despite how War God Castle persecuted him in every possible way, he still showed mercy and even

pledged to protect the country in critical situations.

Later, he also imparted the Chu family's secret techniques to Ye Qingtian.

On top of that, he wiped out Chu Sect, killed Chu Yuan, and saved China's martial arts world from a

crisis.

It was true that he killed quite a lot of people.

But those people truly deserved to die.

It was a pity no one ever remembered his merits.

All they remembered was that people had died at his hands.

Perhaps that was how people in this world had always been—afraid of power and authority but never

grateful for one's good deeds.

Although Ye Fan had so many merits, everyone only remembered him for his viciousness and brutality.

And now, even Ye Qingtian chose to harm him.

Ye Qingtian used to be the only person he cared about in China's martial arts world.

But from the way things looked, he reckoned there was nothing worth for him to hold back anymore.

If that's the case, then there's no need to show any more mercy. I shall settle the many years of

grudges and entanglement with War God Castle today.

Meanwhile, several figures appeared in Yunzhou while Ye Fan was snickering away.

They were none other than the three pillars of China, namely War God, Ye Qingtian, Sword Saint, Xiao

Chen, and King of Fighters, Mo Gucheng.

As soon as Mo Gucheng arrived, he dashed toward Mo Wuya in a crazed manner.

“Are you okay, Wuya? Hang in there. Quit messing with me. You're my only son. You have to hang in

there. If anything bad happens to you, how do I explain to your dead mother?”

The sight of Mo Wuya on the verge of dying hit Mo Gucheng like a sledgehammer in the chest and

made his heart wrench.

Tears ran down his wrinkled face due to extreme worry.

“I-I'm fine, Dad... It's just that... it hurts...”

Seeing his father's arrival, the despair-overwhelmed Mo Wuya instantly felt much more relieved and at

ease.

It was a feeling that resembled how he would hide in Mo Gucheng's embrace when he was hunted

down by others after getting into trouble when he was a child.

Back when Mo Wuya was younger, he probably felt that the safest place in the world was none other

than his father's sturdy embrace.

In the blink of an eye, a few decades soon went by, and the once youthful boy had also stepped into his

thirties.

Mo Wuya had always been trying to prove his self-worth for all those years. He wanted to handle

problems and responsibilities independently and not live in his father's shadow.

However, in the end, Mo Wuya realized he was still hiding in his father's arms, just like he did as a

child.

“Silly boy. I've warned you not to meddle in Jiangdong's matters, but you refused to listen to me and

insisted on going ahead with your plans. Do you think Jiangdong is just any random place? I'd be able

to help you no matter how big a trouble you've caused if it was any other province. Even if you turned

the world upside down, I could flip it back for you. But this is Jiangdong... You punk. You refused to

listen to me. See what happened to you now? If Mr. Ye didn't predict Chu Tianfan's return, prompting us

to quicken our pace coming here, you would've already turned into a corpse by now...”

A mix of heartache and rage surged within Mo Gucheng as he carried Mo Wuya into his arms.

Chen Jiuzhou was eager to establish his authority quickly and was planning to use Chu Tianfan as his

stepping stone.

Without a doubt, Mo Gucheng and the others were clear about his intention.

Chen Jiuzhou was now the new Hall Master of War God Castle, the person in charge of China's martial

arts world, and a disciple of Mu Zihua, a Grandmaster on the Empyrean Ranking.

As he was beyond Mo Gucheng's and the others' control, and neither could they be bothered about

him, they let him be and allowed him to do as he wished.

Nevertheless, Mo Wuya took the initiative to be Chen Jiuzhou's lackey and helped him deal with

Jiangdong's matters because he wanted to build a good relationship with the latter.

That was something Mo Gucheng was firmly against since the beginning.

Having fought with Chu Tianfan for many years, Mo Gucheng was well aware of the former's terrifying

capability.

Unfortunately, the foolish Mo Wuya refused to heed his father's advice.

As if he had been cast a spell, he stubbornly headed toward Jiangdong, refusing to listen to anyone.

He even argued that he was already a grown-up and had the right to decide for his own future and that

his father should not interfere.

Unquestionably, that left Mo Gucheng immensely furious.

Well, it seemed like it was indeed true that children would have their own piece of mind upon growing

up and no longer obey their parents.

There were many things in life that one would wake up to the truth only after personally experiencing it.

“D-Dad, I-I know I was wrong...”

Mo Wuya finally lowered his head in shame after hearing his father's reprimand.

Like a child who had made mistakes, he finally realized his mistake after running into serious trouble.

“All right, Mo. That's enough. He's already in this state, yet you're still reprimanding him? Quick, help

him up first. Let me transfer some Internal Energy to him to strengthen his heart meridian and save his

life.”

Mo Wuya grew up in War God Castle since young.

In other words, Xiao Chen, Ye Qingtian, and the rest had watched Mo Wuya grow up and had treated

the youngster like their own.

It was only natural for them to feel heartbroken after seeing how badly injured Mo Wuya was at that

point.

After helping Mo Wuya up, Xiao Chen immediately attended to the former's injuries.

Mo Wuya was probably the only one in the whole of China who had the luxury to enjoy such treatment.

Not only did he come from a prominent and respectable family, but he also had many powerful and

influential people surrounding him.

That kind of life was nowhere comparable to Ye Fan's. That man had always been living in solitude.

During the battle in Japan back then, no one appeared to help or save him when he was on the brink of

death.

In the end, Ye Fan had to travel across the world, crawl up to the doorsteps of the Chu residence, and

knock on Old Madam Chu's door, all while dragging his heavily wounded body.

There was a saying that humans were all created equal and life was fair.

Sadly, Ye Fan could not help but question if life was indeed fair for all.

Some people were born with a silver spoon in their mouth.

People who watched Mo Wuya grow up and surrounded him were all supreme grandmasters and

pillars of China, for example, War God and the Hall Master of War God Castle.

And now that he was gravely injured, these pillars of China even made a trip over specially to save him.

On the contrary, Ye Fan was an illegitimate child and had never been recognized by his family since

birth. To put it bluntly, he was a b*stard child.

When he was little, he suffered so much humiliation and abuse. He became an abandoned child after

he was kicked out of the family and later an unremarkable live-in son-in-law.

Then again, Ye Fan did not need any of those things.

He needed not rely on his family, background, or anyone.

Essentially, fate could only decide one's starting point.

How far one would go would ultimately still depend on one's own effort and perseverance.

That perfectly explained the current state Ye Fan and Mo Wuya were in.

No one would probably believe that the two, whose starting points were worlds apart, would have

swapped places so drastically at that instant.

Ye Fan was now high and mighty, while Mo Wuya was on the brink of death and awaiting to be saved.

When Ye Qingtian saw that Mo Wuya was still alive, he heaved a long sigh of relief.

Thankfully, we came just in time.

Anyway, the trickiest problem for Ye Qingtian now was not Mo Wuya's condition but Chu Tianfan, the

man in front of him.

“Please don't misunderstand, Ye Fan. I saved Wuya because I was too anxious earlier. It was a matter

of life and death, after all. It wasn't out of my original intention,” Ye Qingtian hastily explained in the face

of the enraged Ye Fan.

They were, after all, old friends for decades. Clearly, Ye Qingtian had no intention of fighting against Ye

Fan or making things go out of hand to the point beyond salvage.

That was why he was willing to put away his identity as War God and used a submissive tone as he

explained and apologized to Ye Fan.

“That's enough! There's no need for you to explain anything, Ye Qingtian. Mo Wuya must die today. Get

out of my way if you want to live. Otherwise, I don't mind taking more lives!”

Ye Fan's tone was as cold as ice. As he bellowed furiously, he showed no intention of having any hint

of mercy for Ye Qingtian.

“Ye Fan, we can talk this out. We are compatriots, after all. There isn't anything unresolvable to the

point that we need to take someone's life, right? If Wuya is at fault, we can get him to apologize and

beg for your forgiveness. Don't worry. As long as I'm here, I will ensure you get the justice you deserve

no matter what happens.” Ye Qingtian continued with his persuasion.