Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1119 - 1117: Heavenly Clan Leader, Dongmen Buju
Dongmen Nu was carried into the Heavenly Clan like a dead dog.
"Something bad! Something bad!"
Dongmen Buju, the clan leader of the Heavenly Clan, was disturbed by the noise while leisurely sipping tea. He opened his eyes slightly, his gaze as sharp as a knife.
Furthermore.
His eyes were one blue and one green, appearing as if they were fake, quite terrifying.
It was as if he was being stared at by a demon from hell, causing a chilling sensation down one's spine, as though their soul was being sucked away.
Dongmen Buju remembered clearly giving an order.
Those who disturb his tranquility shall be killed without mercy.
Who is it?!
Who dares to come so boldly?!
Dongmen Buju's face was full of anger, and with a slight force from his two fingers, the cup instantly shattered into several pieces, clattering to the ground, spilling tea everywhere.
He pinched a piece and hid it in his palm.
"Who's there?"
His voice was icy, as if it came from an ancient ice cave.
The messenger hurriedly, without even reaching Dongmen Buju, knelt down with a thud, then moved forward on his knees.
"Clan, Clan Leader…A-a-a…a big problem!"
Dongmen Buju glanced impatiently. This attendant always had good judgment, never having offended him in over ten years. How could he be so abrupt today?
He did not ask what the matter was.
In his view, no matter how big the issue, it was not worth disturbing his tranquility.
"Do you know the consequences for disturbing my tranquility?"
The attendant was stunned, terrified to the core, his body trembling violently, swallowing hard, his eyes confused and panicked.
"K-know…"
"Knowing that, you still dare to come in? Have you cultivated into an immortal, invulnerable to death?"
"N-no…no…"
"Then you've got some guts."
"Clan Leader…something really, really happened…Master Nu…he…"
The attendant, lying prostrate on the ground, said with trembling voice.
Dongmen Buju was taken aback, Dongmen Nu? What could happen to him?
Not to mention the power of the Heavenly Clan on the Sumeru Continent, who would dare provoke it. Even if there were some reckless fools, with Dongmen Nu's abilities, dealing with them would be more than enough.
Moreover, it's said that he had mastered the Supreme Strength a few days ago, further increasing his power.
On the Sumeru Continent.
The older generation dare not provoke; the younger generation cannot afford to provoke.
What could possibly happen to Dongmen Nu?
Dongmen Buju sneered, raising an eyebrow, his blue-green eyes fixed on the attendant, saying nothing.
"It was…Lady Yun who asked me to come… I… Lady Yun has already fainted from crying…"
"What exactly happened? Panicking like this, doesn't look like someone from the Heavenly Clan."
Upon hearing about Lady Yun's condition, Dongmen Buju finally spoke coldly.
Lady Yun was his wife, Dongmen Nu's mother, always doting on Dongmen Nu. At the slightest injury, she'd make a big fuss, crying day and night; he was already used to it.
However, fainting from crying…that had never happened before.
"Young Master Nu…has been crippled…"
The attendant spoke with trembling voice, his back already soaked, drenched in sweat.
Dongmen Buju half-closed his eyes, his differently colored pupils emitting a strange light, his eye twitching slightly.
He had seen all sorts of storms, and hardly anything could make him show a surprised expression.
But upon hearing this news, his heart couldn't help but tremble, showing surprise and confusion in his eyes.
"What happened?"
Although he tried to remain calm, his voice still trembled slightly.
"You…you better go and see…Master Nu…was just carried back…"
Dongmen Buju furrowed his brows, his expression seemingly still calm and collected.
He suddenly stood up, his long robe swinging behind him, striding out barefooted.
The attendant then scrambled to get up, just about to follow.
But who knew.
Dongmen Buju suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"Although you came to report on Lady Yun's orders."
The attendant froze, as if realizing something, his body stiffened suddenly, widening his eyes in disbelief.
"But you ultimately violated the rules. I said, those who disturb my tranquility shall be killed without mercy."
With those words.
Whizz—
A shard of the teacup flew out, exactly the piece Dongmen Buju had been hiding in his palm.
Like a cannonball, it moved so fast it almost vanished from sight.
In a fraction of a breath.
The shard pierced through the attendant's throat with immense force.
The attendant hadn't even reacted, eyes not even blinking, as a warm stream surged from his throat. He frantically clutched at it with both hands, falling to his knees with a thud.
Soon after.
He lay motionless like a dead dog.
Dongmen Buju did not spare a glance, leaving straight away.
He would never go back on his word.
Before long.
He arrived outside Lady Yun's chamber and pushed the door open to enter.
The people inside were startled, quickly standing up.
"Clan Leader."
"Clan Leader."
Every face was marked with fear and terror, heads down avoiding Dongmen Buju's eyes.
"Buju! Buju…"
At the sight of Dongmen Buju, Lady Yun anxiously called out, tears immediately streaming down.
Dongmen Buju furrowed his brows.
"What's going on?"
"Nu'er he...he…"
Lady Yun could not finish before she began wailing and crying heartbreakingly, collapsing into Dongmen Buju's arms, her voice hoarse.
Seeing Lady Yun unable to speak, Dongmen Buju grew impatient.
A bad feeling flashed by.
Perhaps Nu'er really was in trouble.
"What exactly happened?!"
He hugged Lady Yun, suddenly raging at the attendants.
"Young, Young Master Nu has already…been taken to his room…"
Dongmen Buju's face was heavy, gently pushing Lady Yun aside, heading straight out towards Dongmen Nu's room.
In a few steps, he arrived outside Dongmen Nu's room.
Standing at the door was the attendant, Ling Wudeng.
Ling Wudeng had followed Dongmen Buju for nearly a hundred years, conquering lands east and west, with unparalleled wit and exceptional courage, becoming Dongmen Buju's most trusted person.
With a cultivation realm of Middle Heavenly Venerate at the second level, unmatched among the Heavenly Clan attendants.
He had already received the news, arriving before Dongmen Buju.
Suddenly, he stepped forward, blocking Dongmen Buju's path.
"Clan Leader."
A hint of cold light flashed in Dongmen Buju's eyes.
"Why are you blocking me?"
"Clan Leader may choose not to enter."
Ling Wudeng's expression was blank, hands clasped in respect, bowing slightly, yet refusing to step aside.
Dongmen Buju coldly spat out two words.
"Move aside."
"Clan Leader, please reconsider."
"Move aside!"
Dongmen Buju already had an exceedingly strong premonition, smacking Ling Wudeng on the face, sending the latter flying.
He pushed the door open and barged into the room.
Ling Wudeng sighed softly, slowly getting up from the ground.
Just as he steadied himself, roaring and howling could be heard from the room.
"No! No————"
"Who?! Who did it?! Who crippled my son?!"
"I will make them die a terrible death!"
