Immortal Creation

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"Okay, you can compete for the position of patriarch 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 clan leader. In the future, it will be just and right for me to inherit the position of clan leader."

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 and armor, 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 shook his head and told Ning Zhuo that the magic weapon cannot be given randomly. He was worried that the assassin would detect it from a distance and find that Ning Zhuo had the magic weapon, so he would not take action.

Ning Zhuo asked for the Bingxin Jue again.

Ning Jingfan 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 Jingfan 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?"

"After the family is divided, I no longer have to be the patriarch or the young patriarch of the main family. I am directly 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 waved his hand quickly and explained: "Ancestor, listen to me."

"Look, you and Master 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 in the future, Mr. Zhu fails in the competition and fails to become the master of the Lava Immortal Palace."

"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 of the current city lord."

"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 clan 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, take the Gu family, the first family among the monks. Gu Tian and Gu Le are respectively the left prime minister and the national counselor 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 to tell Ning to stop talking, then 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 the full blow of an ordinary golden elixir."

"I will give you three more directional escape talismans, which can instantly teleport to a pre-arranged teleportation location."

"Finally, I'll give you three taels of ice jade wine. Do your job well, 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, let's put it together, one pound, okay?"

"Hmph!" The ancestor of the Ning family couldn't bear it any longer and used 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 begged for mercy.

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 strange 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 appreciate it."

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with alcohol!"

"The key is that it doesn't matter if you insult me. It's very hateful to insult my Ning family's reputation."

"How do you want to spar? Tell me!"

"I'm coming next."

When the two foundation guards saw Ning Zhuo, they couldn't help being 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 looking 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."

"It's not sincere at all for you 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?"

"Hmph, 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 got the amulet and the directional escape talisman, his courage immediately doubled, and he went from one extreme to the other.

The next day.

Early in the morning, the martial arts performance 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 sides feels even more exaggerated.

However, as soon as Su Mo walked down, there was a second challenger.

The challenger walked onto the martial arts stage and wanted to discuss formation with Ning Zhuo. The request made is still the Demon Sect Scripture.

When Ning Zhuo heard this, he sneered. Immediately he swore in public that he had been approached by Zhu Xuanzhi a long time ago and did not know about the Demon Sect Scripture at all. There are many parts of truth in the rumors, but the fact that the scriptures belong to him is purely a rumor and cannot withstand any scrutiny at all.

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 all like the spring breeze turning into rain, imperceptibly affecting my heart."

"Of course, we, the righteous people, are worthy of heaven and earth and our ancestors, and our kindness is not without a razor 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 an enemy and will fight until death!"

"So, who will challenge?"

For a moment, everyone in the martial arts stage was silent.

In the distance, on 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 until death!" The man who came was tall and thick, rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fists like sandbags. At first glance, he looks like a reckless 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 morals are there with demon cultivators? Naturally, it is to eliminate demons and defend the Tao, and everyone is competing for the first place."

"Do you really think that I, a righteous person, are easy to bully?!"

Wherever he looked, everyone avoided him.