Chapter 101: Cultivation Went Berserk
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The three words ‘Nangong family’ were like a thread that tied Su Qian’s heart. As soon as Qian Rong spoke, Su Qian’s heart skipped a beat and made her stand up abruptly. “What has happened?”
Qian Rong was extremely anxious and quickly said, “I don’t know the specifics, but I heard that Old Master Nangong is about to pass away. Now, the second and third branches of the Nangong family are pressuring him to hand over the position of the family head. They even want to drive your uncle out of the Nangong family. It’s a big mess. You should go and take a look!”
Bang!
Su Qian was extremely angry. She slammed her fair and harmless palm on the hard stone table, and instantly chipped off a corner. “Let’s go!”
“Mother, we’ll go with you!” Su Ye and Su Qingqing stuck to Su Qian’s side, and the three of them flew toward the direction of the Nangong family like a gust of wind.
Meanwhile, in the Xiangrong Courtyard where the head of the Nangong Family resided.
The room was lit with soothing incense. The Nangong family’s branch was all here.
Nangong Lie, the head of the Nangong Family, was withered and lifeless. His white hair was disheveled and scattered on the pillow. His cloudy eyes had lost focus. His cheeks were deeply sunken, and a thick layer of deathly aura hung over his eyebrows. At this time, he lay weakly on the bed, with more breaths going out than coming in.
Nangong Lie’s eldest son, Nangong Mu Feng, stood behind him, with the Nangong Family’s mistress, Lady Zhou, and his beloved wife, Lady Wen. The three of them were looking anxiously at the doctor who was taking Nangong Lie’s pulse in front of the bed.
The doctor’s face grew more and more grim, and then he sighed.
“Doctor, how is my father’s condition?” Nangong Mu Feng asked anxiously.
“Eldest Young Master, I’m sorry, but I’m not skilled enough to cure him,” the doctor said as he shook his head.
When Lady Zhou heard this, her legs went soft and tears streamed down her face. “What should we do?”
Lady Wen quickly supported Lady Zhou’s body and said with tears in her eyes, “Mother, you must hold on. You have to trust the doctor. Father will definitely be fine!”
Nangong Mu Feng’s eyes turned red as he grabbed the doctor’s arm and begged, “Doctor, you are the most skilled physician in the imperial capital. I beg you to think of a way, even if it’s just to give my father some medicine.”
The doctor shook off Nangong Mu Feng’s hand and sighed, “Eldest Young Master, I understand your filial piety, but Master Nangong was seriously injured five years ago. His body has already been hollowed out from constant illness. Unless you can get a fourth-grade elixir or above, even if the Great Immortal comes, they won’t be able to help. Just let me go!”
After the doctor finished speaking, he hurriedly shook off Nangong Mufeng’s hand and left.
The three people present frowned. Nangong Lie suddenly opened his mouth on the bed, as if he had something to say.
“Father, I’m here. What do you want to say?” Nangong Mu Feng quickly leaned forward and asked while holding back his tears.
Nangong Lie breathed heavily, his lips moving. After a long time, he squeezed out two words, “Xue’er.”
Upon hearing this name, Nangong Mu Feng was stunned for a moment before tears burst forth from his eyes uncontrollably.
Xue’er, that was the name of his elder sister before she got married.
Back then, when his elder sister insisted on marrying Su Chenghua, causing his father to be angry and never set eyes on her again. No one in the family was allowed to mention her name until Nangong Qingxue passed away.
But even if he didn’t mention her, his father had always missed his elder sister. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so deeply saddened after his elder sister died that his cultivation went berserk and suffered a decline in his strength. It was only five years ago when he was injured by the Ximen family head that he ended up in such a state today..