Chapter 10 - A Tender, yet Murderous Intent (2/2)

Bang!

Mu Linger punched him at the shoulder and pushed him aside. She frowned and said: “What did you just say? Who said I’m ugly?!”

“Hmm, I wonder who said that? I’ll definitely kick his ass if I know who that brat is! My sister is so beautiful, that guy must be blind.”

Mu Feng pretended to be serious and looked around. Mu Linger couldn’t help but burst out laughing when she saw him doing so.

“Okay, you win. Let’s get back to the main topic. I heard that your Meta-pulses were damaged when I was in the academy, so I took a leave to pay you a visit. Is there some sort of cure?”

Mu Linger said worryingly.

Mu Feng couldn’t disclose any details about the sacred book of Asura, as that method restores Meta-pulses through killing. So, he said: “The doctor said that I have to either find a sixth-class panacea or an extraordinary doctor. There’s no other way.”

“A sixth-class panacea!”

Mu Linger almost fainted when she heard him say that. It was already extremely difficult to obtain a third or fourth-class panacea, not to mention a sixth-class panacea. She didn’t even know whether such a panacea existed within the whole Nan Ling kingdom.

“Don’t worry. There’s always hope. I believe that I’ll find a way. Besides, I have this feeling that my Meta-pulses will be fully recovered one day. Your brother is a genius after all.”

A bright smile appeared on his face. Mu Linger’s heart ached when she looked at him still able to have such positive thinking.

At a young age, Mu Feng had lost his mother. Now, he lost his father too. On top of that, God took away his hope to become a powerful Wudo cultivator.

Wait, maybe she can help!

Suddenly, Mu Linger thought of a person and her eyes gleamed. She bit her lips and looked at Mu Feng with a decision in her mind.

On the other hand, Mu Feng changed the topic and talked about other things as he didn’t want Mu Linger to worry about him anymore.

In a huge and luxurious mansion on the other side of Nan Ling kingdom, many armored soldiers were on patrol.

Three words were carved on the mansion’s gate — North King’s Residency.

This was the mansion of the Nan Ling kingdom’s prince, the residency of the North King, Nan Hao. (EN: Despite the title of “North King,” Nan Hao is a prince of the Nan Ling Kingdom, not its actual king.)

In the backyard of this mansion, Nan Hao was dressed in silk robes and was playing with a rare canary.

Beside him stood a bearded, middle-aged man dressed in green.

“Qian Mou, have you wiped out all the traces of the battle in Jiu Quan city?”

Nan Hao asked softly while playing with his canary.

Duan Qian Mou, the prince’s advisor, replied with a smile: “Rest assured, my lord. Only our men in the army know the truth, but…”

“Hmm? But what?”

“But… one soldier from the Mu army survived. He’s Mu Tian’s son, Mu Feng!”

Nan Hao frowned and said: “Mu Feng. I’ve heard of his name before. He’s a Wudo genius that was recruited by the Royal Wudo Academy. Although he’s still a kid, he is very talented. We can’t leave him alive!”

Nan Hao said with murderous intent.

“Yes indeed. However, please don’t worry, my lord. According to a reliable source, although that kiddo didn’t die in battle, all his Meta-pulses were destroyed and his Wudo cultivation has gone down the drain. He is now a cripple with no future.”

Duan Qian Mou replied.

“His Meta-pulses were destroyed?!”

Upon hearing his words, Nan Hao was stunned at first but then sneered coldly: “God indeed wants to destroy the Mu family. However, a small leak will sink a great ship. A dead body is much safer than a cripple.”

“Yes, I understand, my lord.”

“Good. Settle it fast and leave no trace. The Mu family may have lost Mu Tian and his army, but even though they’re like a toothless tiger, they can still fight.”