Chapter 1942: Chapter 1941: Do Not Wait for Flowers That Are Gone, Lest You Break Empty Branches

Hearing Nangong Ren’s instigation, dozens of female cultivators, who were stunningly beautiful and of distinguished birth, began to feel restless.

"Nangong Ren, I will seek you out, for I wish to witness your robust and vigorous prowess."

"Rumor has it that the men of Heaven Beyond Heavens are very robust."

Wuhan Tian licked his lips.

Eyes sparkling with life.

Who doesn’t know that Wuhan Tian is the city’s outstanding beauty?

Countless Young Sect Masters have had their eye on him, but were all decisively rejected by her.

The reason is that these Young Sect Masters lack status and aren’t robust and muscular enough.

"Indeed, I will go as well, for I am persistent."

Another woman showed a determined expression.

Vowed to break into Nangong Ren’s boudoir.

Nangong Ren looked at these ravenous gazes and shook his head helplessly.

This feeling is like someone seeing a pack of ravenous dogs.

He missed Heaven Beyond Heavens a little.

The women of Heaven Beyond Heavens possessed floating Immortal Qi, unlike these worldly ones.

Finally, Nangong Ren walked towards a group of female cultivators.

Found an empty seat and sat down.

"Young Master Nangong, I’ve heard you can heal, can you take a look at me?"

Chen Chen extended her jade-white wrist.

Her tone was slightly trembling.

It was obvious she was very nervous.

However, Chen Chen’s performance was rather well, as the woman beside her directly fainted from excitement.

Nangong Ren beamed brightly.

"You look quite healthy, you don’t need healing, I only heal those who truly wish to rid of their ailments."

Nangong Ren resolutely refused.

"Young Master Nangong, thank you for curing my illness, I toast to you."

A burly man approached.

Holding a cup of wine.

Face filled with respect.

Nangong Ren accepted the cup and smiled calmly.

"How has your health been lately?"

"Thanks to Young Master Nangong’s treatment, my body has improved greatly."

Kui Jun rolled up his sleeves to display his muscles as thick as a leg.

"That’s good to hear."

Nangong Ren nodded in satisfaction.

Kui Jun’s eyes were filled with gratitude, suddenly recalling Zhen Shui’s dominance.

"Young Master Nangong, did you go watch the martial arts competition today?"

Kui Jun thought of Zhen Shui’s cultivation technique, his face showed a worried expression.

If Zhen Shui faces Nangong Ren, it’s uncertain who will win.

He sincerely hoped Nangong Ren would become the Alliance Hierarch of Blackwater Alliance.

Nangong Ren slightly shook his head.

"I’ve already reached the finals, why bother watching the martial arts competition, I don’t have that much time."

If truly bored.

Wouldn’t it be better to pick a few spectacular female cultivators to enjoy the time with?

"Young Master Nangong, you have a competitor."

"Yes, Young Master, today a person named Zhen Shui fought four thousand people alone and won, also making it to the finals."

"You cannot take him lightly, Young Master Nangong."

More than ten male cultivators showed worried expressions.

But Nangong Ren didn’t mind, showing a look of confidence.

Holding a teacup, thinking of someone.

That person is the Sect Master of Tianyong Mountain, regrettably having come to Blackwater Secret Realm for several days without meeting.

"No matter, it’s just an Alliance Hierarch of Blackwater Secret Realm?"

Nangong Ren’s lips curled into a faint smile.

He wasn’t so obsessed with the position of Alliance Hierarch.

His ambition was far greater.

The night grew darker.

Nangong Ren left the inn, heading towards his inn.

Behind him followed dozens of female cultivators, with Wuhan Tian staying the closest.

"Young Master Nangong, don’t walk so fast."

A female cultivator panted from exhaustion.

"Nangong Ren, I won’t let you off tonight."

"Nangong Ren, don’t miss the opportunity, seize it while the flower blooms, don’t wait till no flower to only break branches."

"Indeed, after a thousand years, when you become an old man, who will still fancy you?"

"That’s right, by then all female cultivators of Blackwater Secret Realm would disdain you."

"..."

A group of female cultivators wailed to Nangong Ren.

Nangong Ren stopped, thought for a bit, these girls had a point.

When he becomes old, indeed few would fancy him.

The myriad female cultivators saw Nangong Ren understand, all showed delight, seems tonight will be a success.

They quickly followed.

More than ten female cultivators entered Nangong Ren’s room.

That night, Nangong Ren faced numerous dream lovers of many male cultivators, leaving no time to cultivate.

...

The bright moon hung high.

Shen Biyue and Xia Yurou’s eyes already showed drowsiness.

Last night they had already driven Wang Ye out of the room, it seemed a bit unreasonable to drive Wang Ye out of the inn again today.

Wang Ye looked at the two sleepy women.

"I have business tonight, won’t return."

He glanced out the window, seeing someone waiting outside.

That person was Zhou Wushuang.

Zhou Wushuang was holding a stick of Spirit Smoke, waving to him.

Wang Ye finished speaking and left the room, gently closing the door.

Soon, he arrived at the street.

"Brother Zhou, so late, you still don’t rest?"

Wang Ye asked.

Zhou Wushuang shook his head helplessly.

Just before, he had quietly returned to his home.

Only far from home, he felt his home brimming with killing intent.

Apparently someone wanted to harm him.

Thus he came seeking Wang Ye’s help.

Zhou Wushuang approached Wang Ye, whispered in his ear.

"Someone is lurking in my home, seems they want to kill me."

"It’s fine, I’ll accompany you home." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Wang Ye’s eyes flashed with a murderous gleam.

This Zhou Wushuang was blind, and crippled, yet someone still wanted to harm him.

If these people are not eradicated, the atmosphere of Blackwater Secret Realm will only deteriorate.

Moreover, to Wang Ye, Zhou Wushuang is still useful to him later.

After all, Zhou Wushuang is the all-knowing of Blackwater Secret Realm.

The two’s figures gradually faded under the pavilions, vanishing into the distant moon.

Xia Yurou and Shen Biyue watched them walk afar, then closed the window.

Though the two women were within the pavilion, their hearts were with Wang Ye.

Shen Biyue’s eyes turned, asked.

"Sect Master Xia, do you think Wang Ming was killed by the Sect Master?"

"Could the Sect Master be out killing evildoers tonight?"

Xia Yurou pondered, also agreeing with Shen Biyue.

"The Sect Master didn’t say, we shouldn’t ask."

"Alright."

Shen Biyue stretched lazily, yawned and headed to bed.

Meanwhile, Xia Yurou sat cross-legged, opened a book, waiting for Wang Ye’s return.

Soon they arrived outside Zhou Wushuang’s room.

Wang Ye pushed the door and entered, Zhou Wushuang stood beside him.

The pavilion was very quiet.

Only one person sat by the garden.

That person was Zhao Daoran.

His face was pale, like an enraged lion, looking at the two with a dignified expression.

As the two entered the room, the door slammed shut.

Zhou Wushuang’s eyes showed a trace of panic.

"Zhou the Lame, you have two paths to choose, one is death, one is life."

"Will you choose death or life?"

Zhao Daoran roared.

Attempting to scare the two with his voice.

This sound was, of course, the famous Tiger Roar Technique.

Ordinary people upon hearing this would have kneeled on the ground in fright.