Immortal Creation

Ning family battle hall.

Branch member Ning Qianqian looked angry: "Two elders, I don't accept it!"

"Removing my position as war hall deacon without any reason is against the rules of the family!"

The two family elders smiled slightly, and one of them said: "It's better to move forward than to be impatient. How can the family deprive you of the position of deacon at will?"

"According to family rules, war hall deacons must be based on combat prowess. In order to ensure that the personnel are excellent, deacon positions have always been limited, and a policy of elimination has been adopted. If the latecomers want to serve, they must challenge the predecessors and use real combat power to seize the deacon position. Location."

Ning nodded forward: "Of course I know this."

"But no one challenged me."

"I was deprived of my position as a deacon without even having a single fight. It seems that the main force resents me for helping Ning Zhuo yesterday."

The elder smiled lightly: "Ning Xiangqian, you have misunderstood us. We are actually thinking about you and are worried that you will be defeated and injured. Recuperating from your injuries will delay things too much."

Ning stepped forward and smiled: "You think I'm defeated before I fight. It's totally unreasonable. Who is interested in my position as deacon?"

"I have to fight before I can give up."

"Otherwise, I will never give in and I will definitely cause trouble in the ancestral hall!"

Upon hearing about the clan ancestral hall, the faces of the two family elders darkened.

One of them snorted coldly: "You have to go to the ancestral hall for something as big as sesame. As a descendant, it is really unfilial to ignore the peace of our ancestors!"

"Ning Qianqian, you use the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman. That's all, I will let you know who your opponent is."

As he spoke, the elder motioned to the subordinates on the side with his eyes.

The subordinate left and soon brought someone back.

This man is quite thin, with a handsome face, flowing white hair, and a pair of white eyebrows, and looks like a young man.

When Ning Qianqian saw this person, his expression suddenly changed and he lost his voice: "Ning Qingqing?"

Ning raised his brows slightly and sneered at Ning Qianqian: "You should thank the two elders. This is all for your own good. Step down obediently and save everyone some time."

Ning clenched his fists forward with an angry look on his face.

Ning Qingqing is a foundation-building practitioner, and has the talent to be frosty and silent. If Ning Xiaohui is the only star among the Ning family's Qi-refining monks, then Ning Qingqing is one of the geniuses among the Ning family's foundation-building monks.

Ning stepped forward and gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, okay, the main line is using a genius to squeeze me out and make me lose my position as deacon. What a generous move!"

Ning sneered softly: "Naive! You helped Ning Zhuo yesterday and screamed the loudest. You should have such a consciousness. Are you kidding me?"

"Stop, get out of here!"

Ning tilted his head forward and laughed. The anger in his heart made him make an irrational decision: "Get out? How is that possible!"

"Come on, come on, I want to fight you."

"I want to see how a long-established genius like you has the right to be so arrogant!"

The battle lost its suspense from the start.

Ning Qingqiao had the absolute advantage, pressing Ning forward and beating her up throughout the whole process.

"Don't beat him to death." The elder was watching the battle. When he saw Ning moving forward covered in blood, he couldn't help but remind him.

"Tch, it's boring." Ning Qingqian stopped her hand in time and knocked Ning forward to the ground.

Ning quietly walked forward and stepped on the latter's head with his foot: "How do you feel now?"

"This is really for your own good, but it's a pity that you don't know what's good and what's wrong. If you don't drink the toast, you'll have to drink the wine as a penalty."

"Bah!" Ning struggled forward to no avail, and softly spit out a mouthful of blood to Ning.

Ning Qingqing's eyes flashed with a cold light, and with a slight force on her feet, she stepped forward and knocked Ning unconscious.

"Come here, carry this piece of garbage down for me!"

Almost at the same time, in Futang.

The old man pointed at the inferior talisman and said to Ning Xiangguo: "This is your responsibility. You'd better have a perfect explanation, otherwise..."

Ning Xiangguo smiled slightly: "Explain? I don't need to explain."

He took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the elder: "I won't do this errand as the deacon of Futang."

The elder was stunned for a moment, then his expression softened, and he sighed deeply: "Xiang Guo, who made you a member of the branch? Yesterday, he spoke out again and helped Ning Zhuo."

"Oh, I'm not worth it for you."

"Then Ning Zhuo got an extremely generous reward, but what about you? But you lost the position of deacon that you worked hard for nearly ten years to get."

Ning Xiangguo shook his head: "If I could do it again, I would do the same even if I knew the outcome."

"Farewell."

After saying that, he turned around and left without any hesitation.

Looking at Ning Xiangguo's leaving figure, the elder's expression turned extremely ugly.

Ning Xiangqian, Ning Xiangguo... not just the two of them, many deacons were approached by the main line and dismissed by the senior management for various reasons.

The news spread throughout the clan.

The branch tribesmen who were still excited about the victory of the ancestral hall yesterday seemed to have received a blow, and the energy they had just gathered was scattered again.

Once the people's hearts are scattered, everything can be said.

"I told you not to go, don't go, now it's better! I've lost my position as deacon."

"The main line has gone too far to bully others! The deacons dismissed and expelled today are all from my branch. They are obviously seeking revenge for what happened yesterday."

"The key is that they are justified and act in accordance with family rules. We cannot refute it."

"As Mr. Ning Houjun often said, our branch lacks an elder. As long as there is an elder, such a thing will not happen!"

The deacons who were squeezed out and dismissed could completely attach themselves to the elders of the branch family, instead of being beaten back to their original form and becoming an ordinary clansman.

Some tribesmen who had lost their positions as deacons wanted to find Ning Youfu and Ning Houjun to make decisions for them.

Ning Youfu thanked the guests behind closed doors, while Ning Houjun received them.

Ning Houjun said: "The young patriarchs have all been pulled down. Such revenge from the main line is not completely unexpected."

"Can we follow Ning Zhuo's example and gather people to go to the clan ancestral hall?" a tribesman asked.

Ning Houjun snorted coldly: "What do you think the clan ancestral hall is? Do you want to be imprisoned in the dungeon? The gang of bullies in the main line are just waiting for you to make trouble."

Someone asked: "Then why can Ning Zhuo succeed?"

"They have solid evidence in their hands, with all the witnesses and material evidence. Even the main line can't refute it. Do you have it?" Ning Houjun glared, "You guys are stupid!"

He pointed to the clansmen who asked for help: "The main line has found suitable reasons for dismissing you."

"Who told you that your hands and feet are not clean on weekdays? Now, you have been caught and lost the deacon, and you have the nerve to come to me!"

The people in the branch looked at each other.

Someone complained: "Sir, you don't know. It's difficult for our branch to live a life and practice cultivation. We also have a big family to support. How can we have enough food if we don't use power for personal gain?"

"Like the main line, even if there are idle people lying around all year round, they will never lack resources for cultivation."

Ning Houjun sighed: "That's why I stepped forward to help Ning Zhuo personally."

"He has talent. When he grows up, he will definitely be the father of the family."

"Only when our branches have elders, can we have some ability to compete with the main line."

Some people sneered disdainfully: "Sir, you persuaded me like this yesterday, so I got involved in the ancestral hall. But now, in my opinion, we have helped the wrong person."

Ning Houjun: "What do you mean by this?"

Another person said: "Then Ning Zhuo received an extremely generous reward, far exceeding the previous standards. However, he was extremely stingy. Even if his cousins ​​asked to borrow it, he refused on the spot."

"This kind of people share adversity easily and share wealth and hardship. Is it really right for us to place our hopes on him?"

Ning Houjun snorted coldly: "If you don't put your trust in him, how about you?"

"Do you have any talent?"

Everyone was speechless.

A tribesman took the initiative to explain to Ning Zhuo: "After all, he is only sixteen years old, still young. It is unrealistic to expect him to have the same awareness as you."

After hearing these words, Ning Houjun frowned.

Because he recalled yesterday's dinner party. At the banquet, Ning Zhuo's performance impressed him deeply. He was very happy on the way back home. He thought that Ning Zhuo had talent and mature mind, which was a blessing for the branch.

But today, Ning Zhuo's performance made Ning Houjun secretly disappointed: "How can you gather people's hearts and achieve anything if you are so stingy?"

Ning Houjun felt uneasy, thought about it, and decided to give Ning Zhuo some advice.

"Come here." He called a servant, "Go and bring my message to Ning Zhuo. I want his two taels of ice jade wine as a thank you for yesterday's help. Go and come back quickly."

After hearing Ning Houjun's order, the people in the branch tribe expressed that they wanted to stay and see what Ning Zhuo's reaction would be.

Ning Zhuo was checking the family's rewards.

The bounty of the reward this time surprised him a little.

"The tornado car should be close to the middle Dantian. After it is activated, it can generate waves in the air sea and create a mana tornado. It can increase the speed of mana refining and has a certain effect of refining mana."

"Holding the Five Elements Ruler in your hand, you can quickly divide spiritual power, magic power, etc. into the five elements. It was originally a manufacturing tool, but now I practice the Five Elements Qi Law Technique and use it to break down the five elements of magic power. It can greatly facilitate spell-casting exercises."

"Every time the meditation bell rings, people can quickly enter meditation. Continuous ringing allows monks to meditate deeper and deeper."

"The Black Ice Waist Tag is a status belt, but when worn on the body, it can gather spirits at all times and help the Ning family refine their magic power."

Ning Zhuo carefully tested these four magical artifacts and found no problems.

To be on the safe side, he also wanted to bring these four magical weapons to Sun Lingtong for a look. The latter has spiritual eyes, is a disciple of a large number, and has been in charge of the black market for a period of time, so his vision is very broad.

Not only magic weapons, but also elixirs, talismans, etc. must be tested.

Ning Zhuo defeated Ning Xiaoren, and the conflict between him and the main line became irreconcilable. He didn't dare to be careless about what the main vein gave him.

At this time, Ning Houjun's servants arrived and brought Ning Houjun's demands.

After hearing this, Ning Zhuo sighed softly: "My lord, you are reminding me to spread my wealth and keep people. The main purpose of treating people differently is to destroy my popularity."

"Say hello to Mr. Ning Houjun for me and convey my gratitude."

"I know that the boss wants to use Bingyu Wine to show me to everyone that everyone did not help the wrong person. I am not a stingy person."

"But I have my own ideas."

"There is no need to give the ice jade wine. You can take this letter back and give it to the boss."

The servant returned with the letter.

Ning Houjun frowned and opened the letter.

After reading it, he raised his brows and laughed loudly: "Ning Zhuo, Ning Zhuo, humble on the outside but showy on the inside! I'm worried for nothing. Take a good look at this letter."

Many former deacons quickly circulated it, some of them raised their eyebrows, and some of them were still hesitant: "Is this... possible?"