Chapter 447: I Want One Of The Secret Realms Quotas (1/2)

Chapter 447: I Want One Of The Secret Realm's Quotas

Translator: CatatoPatchEditor: Vermillion

”Xuanying died? How it's possible for him to die? How could that bastard Nangong Wuque kill the second elder?”

Nangong Xuanhe emitted his aura without restraining himself. A terrifying fluctuation filled the whole hall and a whistling wind swept through it.

The Ancient Shura City's experts looked at Nangong Xuanhe with indifference. The corners of their mouth curled upwards as they revealed faint smiles. Their smiles seemed to have a hint of mockery in it...

However, the current Nangong Xuanhe didn't have the mood to pay attention to those experts. His mind was already in enough of a mess. Xuanying died? Xuanying was his little brother...

How could he just die like that?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. In the end, Nangong Xuanhe almost unleashed a roar in order to vent his anger.

”Tell me, who did it?” Nangong Xuanhe, whose eyes were bloodshot, roared out as he ruthlessly glared at the guard who delivered the news. The guard was an expert who broke through one of the Supreme-Being's shackles.

The guard's body was slightly trembling and shaking after hearing Nangong Xuanhe shout at him. It was obvious how terrifying Nangong Xuanhe was.

The whole Nangong Family was stolen by him. From just this point, it could be seen how fearsome he was.

The guard really didn't want to be the one to face the enraged Nangong Xuanhe, but...

”It's a small restaurant... The second elder, Xuanying, disappeared in that restaurant. Other than the second elder, we found the corpses of everyone else.”

That guard spoke as he trembled.

A small restaurant?

Nangong Xuanhe controlled and suppressed his anger as he glared at that guard.

What the hell did he mean by a small restaurant?

Heavenly Mist City actually still had something like a restaurant?

It was impossible. Even if there truly was a restaurant in Heavenly Mist City, it should be one which was barely surviving. How could a restaurant still exist in Heavenly Mist City which had the Multi-Taste Fasting Pill invented by the Nangong Family?

Moreover, that restaurant still had the guts to protect a criminal who was being hunted by his Nangong Family.

This was truly an unforgivable matter.

Flames of anger surged out of Nangong Xuanhe's body as a stifling aura filled the area. World's pressure was emitted from Nangong Xuanhe's body and it spread across the room.

Nangong Xuanhe was an expert who broke through two of the Supreme-Being's shackles. He was someone who had almost broken through the third shackle and his cultivation was extremely powerful. The aura which he emitted was terrifying. There were countless people who trembled with fear when he released his aura.

However, the Ancient Shura City's experts were still alright. After all, their cultivation was quite powerful. When facing Nangong Xuanhe's aura, they only slightly furrowed their brows.

”Great elder Xuanhe, it seems like your excellency is occupied right now. We shall take our leave first. Please remember what you promised us… Let's meet again tomorrow.”

Misha, who wore a blood-red robe, stood up and calmly spoke to Nangong Xuanhe. After he spoke, he left the hall along with his companion. When he left the hall, the corners of his mouth curled upwards and he looked at the raging Nangong Xuanhe. He lightly chuckled to himself and continued to walk forward.

....

On the following day, in the Cloud Mist Restaurant.

The sky quickly lit up. Countless sun rays penetrated the cracks on the wall of the restaurant. The rays of light shone upon Nangong Wuque, whose face was soaked in blood. It caused his face muscles to spasm involuntarily.

He slowly opened his eyes and the sight before him gradually became clearer in his eyes.

”Where am I? Didn't I die?”

He suddenly felt an acute pain coming from his waist. He couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. That old dog, Nangong Xuanying's attack were really too ruthless.

He was actually kicked heavily in the waist by a man like that. Looks like Nangong Xuanying really wanted his life.

”Um? Where am I?”

Nangong Wuque finally got a clear look of his surroundings. He couldn't help but squint his eyes in confusion.

He was in a neat and clean boudoir which still had the lingering fragrance of a young maiden.

Nangong Wuque got up and sat on the bed. The injuries on his body had already mostly recovered. Despite that, Nangong Wuque still took out an elixir from his Spatial Spirit Tool and consumed it.

Quietly revolving his true energy, he started to digest the elixir. He started to size up his surroundings in earnest.

His complexion became extremely grave and solemn.

This should be the boudoir of a woman.

Moreover, from the pink coverings which filled the room along with the mesmerizing fragrance which filled the boudoir, Nangong Wuque could guess that this boudoir belonged to an extremely beautiful and intelligent woman.

However, he had no idea whose boudoir this was.

Nangong Wuque clearly remembered that when he fainted, he was outside Owner Bu's restaurant.

Was this… Was this Owner Bu's boudoir?

Hiss! Hiss!

Nangong Wuque sucked in a breath of cold air and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Did this Owner Bu possess the heart of a young maiden? Nangong Wuque felt as though he shouldn't judge people by their appearance any longer.

An image of Bu Fang wearing a solemn face sitting on this pink bed appeared in Nangong Wuque's mind...

This weird scene appeared in his mind. The strange atmosphere cause Nangong Wuque's body to shudder involuntarily.

When Nangong Wuque was letting his imagination run wild, the door of the boudoir suddenly opened.

A person slowly walked into the boudoir… It was precisely Bu Fang. Right now, in Nangong Wuque's mind, Bu Fang seemed quite weird.

”Did you wake up?” Bu Fang calmly asked him.

Nangong Wuque widened his eyes and repeatedly nodded at Bu Fang. However, he quietly took a step back.

Bu Fang was somewhat confused by Nangong Wuque's actions. He felt as though there was something wrong with Nangong Wuque. Did his brain suffer some shock when Nangong Xuanying kicked his waist? Was his brain spoilt right now?

However, Bu Fang still felt as though something was amiss…

”Who cares. Since you are awake now, hurry up and go down… I have something I need to discuss with you.” Bu Fang spoke as he looked at Nangong Wuque.