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"Okay, you can compete fairly for the position of clan leader in the future. I will not interfere in the regular affairs of the Ning family."
"Work hard. With your age and talent, it is not without hope that you can take charge of the entire Ning family in the future."
"But now...it's impossible!"
"If a mere Qi Refiner becomes the head of a clan, who can think highly of the Ning family?"
"Okay, okay." Ning Zhuo sighed, and raised his eyes full of expectation, "Then ancestor, appoint me as the young patriarch. In the future, it will be justifiable for me to inherit the position of patriarch."
Ning Yifan:......
"Ning Zhuo, don't make such requests again!" His tone became even more displeased.
"Okay, okay." Ning Zhuo curled his lips, "Then, ancestor, can you please give me some magic weapons, such as robes, armor, etc., to protect me?"
"I want to take risks as a bait. I am not afraid of anything but ten thousand. I have a magic weapon on me that can be triggered instantly, so I can feel more at ease."
Ning Zuofan shook his head and told Ning Zhuo that the magic weapon could not be given at will. He was worried that the assassin would detect him from a distance and find that Ning Zhuo had the magic weapon, so he would not do anything.
Ning Zhuo asked for the Bingxin Jue again.
Ning Jiufan scolded him for being greedy, saying that this skill was the foundation of the family. Ning Zhuo's contribution to the family was far from up to standard, so how could he be taught the Ice Heart Art?
Ning Jongfan warned him not to try to take this opportunity to make excessive demands and violate family rules.
Ning Zhuo suddenly rolled his eyes and said, "Ancestor, can I separate the family?"
"If the family is divided, I don't have to be the patriarch of the main family. Now that I am the young patriarch, I will directly be the patriarch of the branch family. Isn't that wonderful!"
Ning Jingfan blew his beard and glared in anger: "What a sin! You are so young, you want to split the family? And you brought it up in front of me. Do you want to die? Or do you want to be locked up in a dungeon for the rest of your life?"
Ning Zhuo quickly waved his hand and explained: "Ancestor, please listen to me."
"Look, you and Lord Zhu Xuanji are very close. The three major families in Fire Persimmon City are all very close. This is right."
"But the risk is also great. What if Master Zhu fails in the competition and fails to become the master of Lava Immortal Palace in the future."
"At that time, he just slaps his ass and leaves, and our Ning family will still be making a living in the Fire Persimmon City."
"You see, even old farmers know that you can't put all your eggs in one basket."
"So, you and the main lineage will move closer to Master Zhu, and I will take some of the branches to separate families and join the Meng family, the current lord of the city."
"In this way, no matter which side wins in the end, our Ning family will be in an invincible position."
Ning Yifan:......
Zhu Xuanji:......
Don't tell me, Ning Zhuo's words really make sense!
With this thought in mind, Ning Jingfan said to Zhu Xuanji: "The children of our tribe are so childlike and have wild thoughts that make Master Zhu laugh and laugh."
Zhu Xuanji sighed quietly: "This is indeed a skill for the longevity of the family."
"For example, the first family among the monks is the Gu family. Gu Tian and Gu Le are respectively the left prime minister and national advisor of the two hostile countries, Baimang Kingdom and Hongtao Kingdom."
"This phenomenon is indeed common."
Ning Jiufan quickly continued to make amends: "Humph, Ning Zhuo is too young and short-sighted. If he knew that the City Lord's Mansion is the one who really wants his life, he would definitely laugh at his current ignorance and stupidity!"
Zhu Xuanzhi waved his hand, telling Ning to submit and stop talking. He pointed at Ning Zhuo and nodded.
Ning Yifan understood the meaning and immediately sent a message to Ning Zhuo: "That's enough, kid!"
How dare he continue to let Ning Zhuo make demands.
"I'll lend you a protective talisman that can withstand a full blow from an ordinary golden elixir."
"I will give you three more directional escape talismans, which can be instantly teleported to a pre-arranged teleportation location."
"Finally, I'll give you three taels of ice jade wine. Do your best, and you will be considered a great contributor to the Ning family afterwards!"
When Ning Zhuo heard this, his eyes shone: "Three taels... Three taels is a bit too little, ancestor."
"One pound, can you put it all together, one pound?"
"Hmph!" The ancestor of the Ning family couldn't bear it any longer and resorted to means to release the invisible pressure.
Ning Zhuo was caught off guard and was immediately pressed to the ground. His whole body fell to the ground, and his bones creaked under the pressure, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.
He quickly apologized.
Ning surrendered and then withdrew his tactics.
Ning Zhuo regained his freedom, with a look of lingering fear on his face. He raised his palms and stretched out his five fingers: "Five taels, five taels, ancestor."
"I'm going to work hard for it!"
Ning Yifan:......
Zhu Xuanji:......
"Hehehe." Ning Jiufan couldn't help laughing.
He was laughed out of anger.
After a while.
Ningzhuo Courtyard.
Su Mo was in the small pavilion, eating good wine and delicious food while taunting Ning Zhuo in a weird way.
“The food is good, but on the soft side.”
"The wine is good, but not strong, rather soft."
"Okay, okay, this good wine and food is indeed made by the Ning family. It is exactly the same as the Ning family."
The two foundation guards who entertained him had faces as dark as the bottom of a pot.
At this moment, Ning Zhuo's voice came: "Su Mo, you are so arrogant!"
"I entertained you with good wine and good food. I wanted to have a good relationship with you, but you didn't cherish it."
“If you don’t eat the toast, you’ll be fined with alcohol!”
"The key is that it doesn't matter if you insult me, insulting my Ning family's reputation is very abominable."
"How do you want to spar? Tell me!"
"I'm coming next."
When the two foundation guards saw Ning Zhuo, they couldn't help but be surprised and happy. They admired in their hearts: After all, he is Young Master Ning Zhuo, a sixteen-year-old genius, young and energetic, who cannot bear the humiliation, and who cares about his family. He is indeed a good son of the Ning family!
Su Mo stood up and looked at Ning Zhuo carefully, feeling happy in his heart and solemn on his face.
After a conversation, he handed over to Ning Zhuo and stated his request.
If he wins this competition, Ning Zhuo will be asked to tell him the contents of the Demon Sect Scripture.
Ning Zhuo sneered: "It's really for this."
He stretched out three fingers and swore in public: "I swear on the honor of my Ning family that I have never obtained even a few words from this magical scripture."
"You are not sincere at all when you come to visit me and ask me to discuss matters."
"You also used the reputation of the Ning family to blackmail me and kidnap me so that I have to agree to compete with you. This is even more ill-intentioned."
"I don't care who is behind you or what orders you receive. This time I will make you pay the heaviest price!"
Su Mo became nervous when he was told that. He forced himself to calm down and sneered: "What? You, Ning Zhuo, still want to bully a small group of people and bully me, a casual cultivator?"
"Humph, I won't embarrass you tonight." Ning Zhuo said, "Tomorrow morning, we will see a real result on the martial arts stage."
"You want to be the first to eat crabs. That's great. I also want to kill you as a warning to others."
Su Mo's expression changed again, becoming increasingly difficult to look at.
Ning Yifan:......
Zhu Xuanji:......
The two of them looked at each other secretly, both thinking: After Ning Zhuo obtained the amulet and the directional escape talisman, his courage doubled immediately, and he went from one extreme to another.
The next day.
Early in the morning, the martial arts stage was packed with people.
There are two protagonists on the stage, one is Ning Zhuo and the other is Su Mo.
Soon, Ning Zhuo was the only protagonist left.
When it came to making talismans, which he was best at, there was a clear gap between Su Mo and Ning Zhuo, and his defeat was straightforward without any objection.
Considering that Ning Zhuo is only sixteen years old now, the gap between the two parties feels even more exaggerated.
However, as soon as Su Mo walked down, there was a second challenger.
The challenger stepped onto the martial arts stage and wanted to discuss formation formation with Ning Zhuo. The request he made was still the Demon Sect Scripture.
When Ning Zhuo heard this, he sneered. He immediately swore in public that he had been approached by Zhu Xuanji a long time ago and did not know about the Demon Sect Scripture at all. There were many truths in the rumors, but the truth about the Scripture belonged to him.
It is purely a rumor and cannot withstand any scrutiny.
Ning Zhuo rejected the second challenge: "You all came here for the Demon Sect Scripture, but unfortunately you found the wrong person."
"How can I do what you want, one fight after another, endless!"
"My Ning family is a large family of righteousness. I, Ning Zhuo, was born in the land of righteousness since I was a child. I have heard and seen the wind of benevolence. Between morning and dusk, my teachers' teachings and good deeds are like the spring breeze turning into rain, imperceptibly influencing my heart."
"Of course, we, the righteous people, are worthy of heaven and earth's admiration for our ancestors, and their kindness is not without a sharp edge. How can we plot such a small trick?"
"Next, anyone who wants to compete with me and use my Ning family's reputation to force me will be recognized as my enemy and will fight until death!"
"So, who will challenge?"
For a moment, everyone in the martial arts stage was silent.
In the distance, the top floor of the restaurant.
The golden elixir disciples of Taiqing Palace had dark eyes, murmured, and sent out messages.
One person in the crowd received the order, pushed aside the crowd, and walked onto the martial arts stage.
"Ning Zhuo, a certain family is here to challenge you to the death!" The man who came was tall and strong. He rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fists, which were like sandbags. At first glance, he looked like a rude individual cultivator.
Ning Zhuo stared at the man with a cold look in his eyes: "I have said this, but you are still aggressive and full of malice. You must be a demon cultivator!"
"Come here, kill him."
The next moment, the foundation-building guards who had been ready to move leaped onto the stage and swarmed the physical cultivator.
The reckless man was shocked: "Isn't this a one-on-one challenge?! Despicable... ah!"
He was overwhelmed by the spell and only had time to scream before dying.
Ning Zhuo put his hands on his back and looked down at the audience: "What kind of morality should we talk to demon cultivators? Naturally, it is to eliminate demons and defend the Tao. Everyone is vying for the first place."
"Do you really think that I, a righteous person, are easy to bully?!"
Wherever he looked, everyone avoided him.
Chapter completed!