Chapter 197 The Enraged Nangong Wan.
Having contained the two great treasures of the Xishui Alliance, Wu Xuan clearly sensed that the operation of his Wind Element Martial Soul had become much more sluggish, far from its previous ease of use. Even the release of his Soul Skills was nearly ten times slower than before.
However, the impact was not significant; he still had another Martial Soul.
"Let's go, Miss Ye!" Wu Xuan waved, indicating that the two could leave.
Ye Guyi nodded blankly and followed behind Wu Xuan.
Because Wu Xuan and Ye Guyi had almost wiped out the high-ranking evil Soul Masters of the Xishui Alliance, they didn't encounter a single person along the way, and the two safely exited the underground passage.
"Miss Ye, farewell, until we meet again!" Wu Xuan waved, marking his final goodbye.
"Hey! You stingy bastard, is Yang Xuan really your real name?" Ye Guyi suddenly asked, looking at Wu Xuan waving goodbye.
"My real name is Wu Xuan! A great philanthropist from Shrek Academy!" Wu Xuan turned around and said casually.
"You're Wu Xuan?" Ye Guyi's eyes suddenly brightened.
"Miss Ye, you know me? You've heard my story?" Wu Xuan asked, somewhat surprised.
"Of course! Two years ago, in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Tournament, you were Shrek Academy's most dazzling genius. There shouldn't be anyone on the entire continent who doesn't know your name, right?" Ye Guyi suddenly changed her expression and flattered him.
"Sigh! Just empty fame, nothing to mention, nothing to mention!" Wu Xuan waved his hand cheerfully.
"Idol, I admire you so much! So, could you lend me some money for an emergency?" Ye Guyi stepped forward and said with a fawning smile.
"What! You went through all that trouble just to borrow money?" Wu Xuan pouted, somewhat disappointed.
"Yes! Idol, I'm penniless right now, it's incredibly miserable." Ye Guyi said pitifully.
"Alright then!" Wu Xuan pointed to his storage soul tool, and the next moment, he tossed a small bag of gold soul coins to Ye Guyi.
"Here are a hundred gold soul coins. Remember to pay them back later! I'm going back to the hotel to rest." Wu Xuan stretched and slowly walked towards the hotel he had booked yesterday.
He hadn't left a single penny of the three treasure vaults. He didn't know if the higher-ups of the Xi Shui Alliance would go crazy tomorrow, but of course, those people would never come after Wu Xuan.
The next day!
After a night of heavy drinking, Nangong Wan and the other two titled members of the Holy Spirit Sect didn't get up until the sun was high in the sky. Not for any other reason than that good things had been happening one after another recently. After the exchange of benefits last night, he had successfully obtained another level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannonball. With the previous one, their Xi Shui Alliance now had two level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannonballs.
With such merit, his position in the Holy Spirit Sect would only be more secure.
"It feels really good to have a hangover once in a while!" Nangong Wan got up and stretched vigorously.
"Hmm! Why is the alliance so quiet today? Strange!" Unaware of the danger, Nangong Wan muttered to herself.
"Li Mang! Li Mang! Where have you been? Come out here for me!" Nangong Wan was annoyed that Li Mang hadn't come to greet her immediately after she woke up.
Hearing Nangong Wan's reprimand from inside the room, a rather pretty maidservant hurriedly ran in, knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice, "Second Elder, please forgive us! We haven't seen Steward Li since this morning."
"Haven't seen him? Given Li Mang's work ethic over the years, that shouldn't be the case!" Nangong Wan immediately sensed something was wrong.
"Go and inform the Third and Fourth Elders! Have them notify all the stewards to assemble in the main hall," Nangong Wan ordered.
"Yes!" the maid replied and hurried off to inform them.
Less than half a minute later, Nangong Wan left the room. The further away he went, the stronger his unease grew.
"What's going on at headquarters today? Where are all those usually diligent middle and high-ranking members?" Reaching the main hall, Nangong Wan finally noticed something amiss and frowned in thought.
"Second Brother! What happened? Why did you call us here so urgently?" The Third and Fourth Elders chatted as they arrived at the main hall entrance.
"Third Brother, Fourth Brother! Where are the core members of the alliance? Have you sent them out on missions?" Nangong Wan asked the Third and Fourth Elders.
"No! Second Brother, what happened?" the Third Elder asked, puzzled.
"Quick! To the underground vault! I suspect there's a traitor within the alliance!" Remembering the bald man's indignation, Nangong Wan shouted and dashed towards the underground vault.
The Third and Fourth Elders clearly sensed Nangong Wan's panic and quickly followed without a word.
The three soon arrived at the gate leading to the treasure vault. As expected, the gate was open, and there were no guards in sight.
Nangong Wan's face was extremely grim. He went to the first door of the secret vault, took out the key, and attempted to open it.
When it came to manipulating his opponent's mentality, Wu Xuan had truly mastered it. Not only had he emptied the entire treasure vault, but he had also relocked the secret vault door and completely destroyed the internal mechanisms with his Annihilation Light. Now, no matter how the key turned, the door remained unmoved.
"Damn it!" Nangong Wan's emotions finally erupted like a volcano. He slammed his fist into the door, producing a low, muffled thud. However, the rare metals used to design this door were extraordinary; it was no wonder he couldn't break it. "
Break down the door! Third Elder, Fourth Elder, let's break down the door together!" Nangong Wan roared.
The third and fourth brothers finally realized something was wrong and, without hesitation, launched a powerful attack together, blasting the iron gate alongside Nangong Wan.
Mingdu Grand Soul Arena! Infinite Defender.
"Number Three Arena, contestant number one, Yang Xuan, has won! The champion remains Yang Xuan! Let's cheer for him!!" The host announced loudly, holding a megaphone.
The audience who had bet on Wu Xuan to win erupted in deafening cheers.
"Idol! So handsome, so handsome!" Ye Guyi in the audience cheered without any restraint.
The reason for her joy was simple: she had used the one hundred gold soul coins Wu Xuan had borrowed from her as a bet, betting on Wu Xuan to win ten consecutive matches. That was a 1 to 10 odds ratio.
The result was naturally a huge profit; in half a day, her initial one hundred gold soul coins had turned into one thousand. She swore she had never had so much money before.
Wu Xuan walked out of the arena area, looking at Ye Guyi waving at him incessantly, and smiled helplessly. This Holy Angel Miss Ye was truly interesting.
"Idol! Here, take your 100 gold soul coins back." Ye Guyi said smugly, handing over 100 gold soul coins to Wu Xuan.
"Oh! Looks like you made quite a bit today." Wu Xuan didn't take the money bag Ye Guyi offered, but instead smiled and teased.
"Of course! Which of those gamblers here, hoping to get rich, has my eye for talent?" Ye Guyi said, her heart filled with pride.
"I can't bear to look! I can't bear to look!" Wu Xuan sighed, rubbing his forehead. How could this person with the Holy Angel Martial Soul have so little angelic aura?
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