Urban Dominating Immortal Doctor

"Indeed, in truth, it's not just to help you. We also want to see how those Japanese and Werewolves fare. The Ninja Art of the Japanese originates from the Yin Yang Family of our Huaxia. It's just uncertain how much of the skills of our Huaxia's Yin Yang Family their Earth-level and Celestial Ninjas have learned.

And as for those Werewolves with their tough hides and thick skins, I'm curious to see if they can withstand my sword. It's an excellent training opportunity. The disciples of our Nangong Clan are not flowers raised in a greenhouse."

Nangong Feiyang nodded with a smile.

"Also, after the last battle with you, Xiaoyi had some enlightenment and is currently in seclusion. Otherwise, he would have gone too. Don't mind it."

Nangong Feiyang added, recalling something.

"Hmm."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yang nodded with a touch of warmth in his eyes.

It was evident that the Nangong Clan had resolved to assist him. He was not someone inclined to be pretentious. He had yet to reach Foundation Establishment and was not a true Cultivator. In the face of the Wolf Race Prince and Japan's Celestial Ninja, Qin Yang dared not claim to be invincible.

With the addition of Nangong Chen and the others, there was a much greater chance of confidently dealing with those Japanese and Werewolves.

"Hehe, Brother Qin Yang, I'm going too."

Zilan said with a giggle from the side.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yang felt a touch of helplessness, but he nodded anyway. This formation should be more than enough to protect Zilan.

"Xiaoyang, I need to prepare for the opening of the Penglai Secret Realm with the other Elders, so I can't accompany you."

Nangong Feng looked at Qin Yang and said.

"Penglai Secret Realm?"

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of intrigue flashing in his eyes.

"Uncle Nangong, is that Secret Realm in the East Sea?"

Qin Yang asked.

"Yes, indeed. That Secret Realm is the legendary Penglai Immortal Island, which has been passed down in our Huaxia for hundreds of years."

Nangong Feng nodded and said.

"Penglai Immortal Island, East Sea?"

Qin Yang's eyes flashed brightly, and he looked towards Zilan.

Seeing Qin Yang's gaze, a bright light also flashed in Zilan's eyes. It seemed she had speculation, as the final figures in her inherited information had disappeared into the massive rift hovering above the East Sea.

"Is there any connection between the two?"

A trace of contemplation crossed Qin Yang's eyes.

Both were in the East Sea. There might be some connection between them, though he wasn't sure of any specifics. At present, it was just speculation.

"The Penglai Secret Realm opens once every hundred years and houses numerous rare Spirit Medicines and exotic fruits, along with various opportunities. Naturally, it also contains many powerful Demon Beasts, fraught with danger. For each faction, it is both a significant opportunity and a substantial risk."

Nangong Feng's face carried a touch of solemnity as he spoke.

"In past years, technology wasn't advanced, so aside from top-tier Ancient Martial Arts factions like ours, others were unaware of this Penglai Secret Realm.

However, given the rapid development of technology today, many countries will likely detect this Secret Realm. At that time, there will be more factions entering it."

Nangong Chen's face was somewhat somber as he said this.

Hearing this, Qin Yang nodded. In the past millennia, technological advances were admittedly slow, but they were now changing rapidly, likely enough to detect this Secret Realm.

"Uncle Nangong, when exactly does this Penglai Secret Realm open?"

Qin Yang asked, looking at Nangong Feng.

"We aren't certain of the exact day, but according to millennia of records from our Nangong Clan, it should be within these few days."

Nangong Feng's gaze was deep as he looked eastward and said.

"Hmm."

Qin Yang nodded, his eyes also flashing with light.

The Penglai Secret Realm was situated in the East Sea and was the legendary Immortal Island mentioned in Huaxia myths for millennia. Qin Yang was determined to see it for himself.

"Young Qin Yang, let us depart. Let those Japanese and Werewolves know that Huaxia Land is no place where they can run amok recklessly."

Nangong Chen said.

"Alright."

Qin Yang nodded.

At that moment, Qin Yang, Nangong Chen, Elder Yue Chan, Elder Beilie's Flame Divine Guard, Nangong Feiyang, Nangong Huozhu, Zilan, and ten Flame Divine Guards clad in fiery red armor boarded the Red Flame Eagle Vultures.

Flap! Flap!

Five massive Red Flame Eagle Vultures flapped their great wings, soaring into the limitless sky towards Yunshui City, as the first light of the morning sun rose.

Yunshui City.

After a night of heavy rain, the next day's weather was exceptionally good.

The skies were as clear as a washed painting, with warm sunlight cascading from the heavens, illuminating the Puro Resort in the southern suburbs of Yunshui City.

Outside a villa in the resort, at a dining table, Prince Brandon, dressed elegantly in a robe, had evidently just risen.

"What a delightful sunshine."

Prince Brandon glanced towards the celestial sunshine and the clean sky, his mood noticeably uplifted.

As of today, that Immortal Orange Wine would belong to his Bordeaux Clan, or rather, to the noble Prince Brandon himself.

Barrello's mishap led the Bordeaux Clan to lose the vast market of Huaxia, stripping him of the right to manage the Asian assets of the Bordeaux Clan.

In the next Elder Council, just with this point, he was confident of forcing Barrello to relinquish control over Huaxia, or at the very least, switch management with his domain in Africa.

"Tsk tsk, I, Prince Brandon, am the one to lead the Bordeaux Clan to greater strength and amass more wealth."

Prince Brandon's eyes gleamed with light.

Just as Prince Brandon was about to enjoy his breakfast with a mood of delight, Andrew, Elder in red, came walking swiftly towards him with a somber expression.

Seeing Andrew's frowning brows, formed like the character for 'river,' Prince Brandon's mood soured instantly. The sunny morning was so enchanting, and who would want to see such a face?

"What's the matter, Elder Andrew?"

Prince Brandon asked with patience.

Being a Duke, Elder Andrew was one of the Elders of the Elder Council, and was drawn to Prince Brandon after considerable effort. Prince Brandon couldn't treat him as casually as others.

"Your Highness, bad news. Last night, Count Ellis, along with over twenty of our Wolf Race elite, went to the Immortal Orange Winery, and they were completely wiped out!"

Elder Andrew said grimly, his face drawn.

"Andrew, what did you say? Ellis and they were completely wiped out? That's not a funny joke to play so early in the morning!"

Prince Brandon's expression changed as he looked at Andrew with his blue eyes in disbelief, as if he'd heard something utterly ludicrous.

With Count Ellis leading, even if they couldn't win, a couple should have escaped. How could they have been utterly destroyed?

"Your Highness, I wish this were a joke, but it's not! The Huaxians are treacherous and despicable; we fell into their cunning plan!"

Elder Andrew maintained his somber face as he spoke, with a trace of incredulity still lingering in his eyes. Clearly, the news had shocked him as much as anyone else.