Beauty's Supreme Expert

However, the current him, his strength had already reached the Bright Strength.    

    

Therefore, he was confident that he could settle this matter.    

    

Under the raging flames, cracks began to appear on the hard surface of the Purple Heart Wood.    

    

"..."    

    

While Lin Fann was busy concocting pills, Nangong Yun, who left the high-energy family, returned home.    

    

"Young Master, do you need any help?"    

    

A girl in maid attire quickly walked over and bowed towards Nangong Yun.    

    

Looking at the girl's bulging body, Nangong Yun's eyes lit up with evil fire.    

    

Just as he was about to extend his hand and play with it, in the end, he let out a heavy snort and asked, "Where is father?"    

    

Surprised that Nangong Yun didn't touch her, the girl was stunned for a moment but quickly recovered: "Young Master, Master is training in the study room."    

    

"Training, this is a phrase I like."    

    

Nangong Yun walked towards the study room with a cold voice.    

    

Whispers could be heard unceasingly, as well as the breathing of a man.    

    

Ten minutes later the excitement in the study was over.    

    

"Father, your son requests an audience."    

    

After waiting for another ten minutes, Nangong Yun knocked on the door.    

    

"Come in." A deep male voice rang out.    

    

He pushed open the door and entered the room. What entered was the corpse of a woman lying on the ground.    

    

A shriveled female corpse.    

    

Blood was still flowing out of the two holes in his neck.    

    

A chill rose from the bottom of his feet, causing Nangong Yun to shiver.    

    

Most of the rage in his heart vanished under the coldness.    

    

He even felt fear towards the man sitting in front of the desk.    

    

Fear of the man named Father.    

    

"Yun'er, what can I do for you?"    

    

A voice brought Nangong Yun back to his senses and he instinctively looked up.    

    

What he saw was his father's warm eyes. He didn't know why, but the fear in Nangong Yun's heart deepened.    

    

In particular, there were traces of blood at the corner of his father's mouth.    

    

"Dad, the Purple Heart Wood is gone."    

    

Saying that, Nangong Yun lowered his head.    

    

"What's going on?"    

    

Nangong Duan, who was laughing a moment ago, suddenly turned cold: "Is there a mistake with the information?"    

    

"The information is correct. It is just that the appearance of a person has ruined my plans."    

    

Zhan chestnut quiveringly told the whole story. Nangong Yun clenched his fist and said, "Dad, this matter …"    

    

"You're saying that the other party is able to use his true qi to support the falling water, right?"    

    

Standing up from the chair, Nangong Duan walked in front of Nangong Yun with his hands behind his back, looking down at him with cold eyes: "Is your late stage Bright Strength any match for him?"    

    

"Not a match."    

    

He wanted to argue, but in the end, Nangong Yun clenched his teeth and nodded.    

    

"Yun'er, I remember what father told you before, that the Purple Heart Wood is very important to me."    

    

Nangong Duan put his hand on his son's shoulder and smiled, "But you failed. What do you think I should do?"    

    

"Dad."    

    

Nangong Yun's hair stood on end as he said with difficulty, "Please, please give me a chance."    

    

"Don't be nervous, I'm only reminding you."    

    

Withdrawing his hand, Nangong Duan sat back down on the chair: "I'll give you one more chance. Go."    

    

"I know."    

    

After bowing, Nangong Yun left.    

    

However, when he glanced at the female corpse on the ground out of the corner of his eyes, his heart tightened and he quickly left.    

    

The shriveled female corpse that he had just seen had now turned into a pool of blood.    

    

"Yun'er, remember to close the door. Your father still needs to read."    

    

Nangong Duan reminded his son as he looked at his pale face.    

    

"Yes …" "Father."    

    

After closing the door, Nangong Yun started to pant heavily.    

    

As the night breeze blew past, a cold feeling spread throughout his entire body. Unknowingly, his clothes had already been drenched in cold sweat.