\"call......\"
A scorching breath escaped Nangong Wentian's lips, leaving a charred mark on the opposite wall. Just as he was about to withdraw his finger, he suddenly felt Nangong Ao's pulse quicken.
\"grandfather......?\"
Nangong Ao weakly opened his eyes, his gaze unfocused for a few seconds before gradually sharpening. When he recognized the figure beside the bed, tears instantly welled up: "Your grandson has disgraced the family..."
Nangong Wentian pressed down on his grandson, who was trying to get up: "Don't move." His voice was unusually gentle. "Tell Grandpa, who did it?"
Nangong Ao's pupils contracted sharply, as if recalling something terrifying: "It was that Han Feng!"
"Han Feng?" Nangong Wentian frowned. "Is that the Han Feng who boasted in the Liu family that he would trample my Nangong family underfoot?"
Nangong Ao nodded weakly: "Yes, he... he also asked me to pass on a message to you..."
"What did you say?"
"He said..." Nangong Ao swallowed hard, "He said the Nangong family should prepare... he'll personally come to their door in a couple of days..."
\"boom!\"
The explosion-proof glass of the ward shattered instantly, and three feet of true energy flames rose around Nangong Wentian. Screams from the medical staff echoed from afar, but no one dared approach the ward.
"Fine, very well." Nangong Wentian laughed angrily, "A mere junior from the mortal world dares to plot against my Nangong family?"
Nangong Ao said to Nangong Wentian, "Grandpa, he seems to know that the Shangguan family is behind our Nangong family."
Nangong Wentian frowned and asked, "How did you know that?"
"He attacked me then, and I couldn't withstand a single move from him. He told me this himself after he captured me." Nangong Ao's eyes were filled with malice.
Nangong Wentian was dumbfounded: "Isn't he at the same Acquired Realm as you? Did he bring other helpers with him?"
Nangong Ao replied, "He did bring someone with him, but that person didn't make a move. However, Han Feng's energy is very strange, and he has already reached the Innate Realm."
"Innate Realm?!"
Nangong Wentian's fingers dug fiercely into the bed railing, the steel bars warping as if they were made of clay. He stared intently into his grandson's eyes: "Are you sure you didn't see wrong? Half a month ago at the Liu family, he clearly only had the cultivation of the late stage of the Acquired Realm!"
Nangong Ao swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing beneath the bandages: "It's absolutely true... his true energy can already take form externally. I didn't even have time to circulate my Crimson Sun Technique before he captured me..."
The temperature in the ward suddenly rose, and Nangong Wentian's true energy overflowed uncontrollably, blackening the ceiling. The medical staff had already retreated to the end of the corridor; no one dared to approach this ward, which resembled a volcano.
"Half a month... from the day after tomorrow to the innate realm..." Nangong Wentian muttered to himself, the anger in his eyes gradually replaced by vigilance. "Even the direct descendants of the three great families don't have this kind of cultivation speed."
Nangong Ao struggled to sit up: "Grandpa, that kid is really strange! His energy seems to have some kind of weirdness; my cultivation technique is completely suppressed, and I can barely even circulate it!"
"What did you say?" Nangong Wentian's pupils contracted sharply, as if suddenly remembering something. "Has the Dongfang family made any unusual moves recently?"
"Grandson doesn't know." Nangong Ao shook his head, then a ferocious expression appeared on his face. "But no matter who his backers are, I must avenge this! I'll make him wish he were dead!"
Nangong Wentian pressed down on his grandson's shoulder, his voice deep and thunderous: "Don't worry, Grandpa will make him pay the price." A red light flashed at his fingertips, flowing into Nangong Ao's body. "You recover first; I'm going to the Shangguan family."
"Will the Shangguan family intervene?" Hope ignited in Nangong Ao's eyes. "If we could get Senior Shangguan Ce's support..."
Nangong Wentian snorted coldly: "It's hard for them not to make a move. The Shangguan family is even more wary of unpredictable changes than we are right now." He turned and walked towards the door, his true essence leaving burning footprints beneath his feet. "A suddenly appearing Innate Realm expert, with strange attributes... that's enough to attract the attention of those old fogies."
Pushing open the ward door, Nangong Wentian's imposing aura had returned to calm, as if the enraged old man from moments before was merely an illusion. The medical staff in the corridor remained silent, watching the Nangong family patriarch stride away.
On the hospital rooftop, a pristine black helicopter had been waiting for some time. Nangong Wentian leaped into the cockpit and gave the pilot a brief order: "To southern Yunnan."
As the helicopter took off, Nangong Wentian took out his encrypted satellite phone and dialed a series of numbers. On the seventh ring, a hoarse voice finally came from the other end:
"Old Ghost Nangong... what's wrong that you're calling me at this hour?"
"Patriarch Shangguan," Nangong Wentian said solemnly, "there's a young man named Han Feng who broke through from the Acquired Realm to the Innate Realm in just half a month. His energy is extremely strange. I feel he's the person your three great families are looking for, and the Dongfang family has already made contact with him."
There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone; even breathing ceased. A full ten seconds later, Shangguan Ce's voice rang out again, this time with a noticeable tremor: "Can the authenticity of the information be confirmed?"
"My grandson experienced it firsthand," Nangong Wentian sneered. "Now that brat is saying he'll raze my Nangong family to the ground. If your Shangguan family is planning to join forces with Miss Mu to enter that social class..."
"Tomorrow at noon, come to my family's secret realm." Shangguan Ce interrupted him crisply, "Take all the information about that kid with you. As for the Dongfang and Zhang families, I'll figure that out."
After hanging up the phone, Nangong Wentian looked out the window at the surging sea of clouds, a cold smile curving his lips. The fact that the old fox Shangguan Ce could lose his composure like this meant he was right—the strange energy emanating from Han Feng was very likely related to what Mu Xiaoxiao had told them.
The helicopter sped through the clouds, heading southwest. Nangong Wentian closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, his internal energy circulating along a specific route, forming a layer of crimson patterns on his skin—this was the Nangong family's secret technique, "Crimson Sun Skill," in preparation for the upcoming meeting.
Nangong Wentian thought to himself: No matter what fortuitous encounters Han Feng has had, or who stands behind him, this time he will face a joint attack from two ancient martial arts families. Breaking through to the Innate Realm in half a month? Faced with absolute overwhelming strength, such talent will only hasten his demise.
Nangong Wentian opened his eyes, and the temperature inside the cabin rose sharply. In the reflection of the porthole, his eyes had turned a molten crimson.
"Han Feng..." the old man murmured the name, as if carving an epitaph for someone on the verge of death. "My grandson wants you to suffer a fate worse than death, and I will grant his wish."
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