Chapter 62 Exhibition Exchange Activities
Fu Ning simply crossed his arms, "Your brother? Then we have even less to talk about."
Song Zhizhi stamped her feet, "My brother lost a lot of weight for you, and his leg has clearly healed a long time ago, but he is unwilling to return to Zhenshu Peak. He stays in the house all day and doesn't even talk. You seem to be living a good life, so how could you change your mind so quickly?"
Fu Ning smiled, "Your Song family is really weird. You thought I was a burden to Song Jinghe at first, and now that he's not doing well, you blame me for changing my mind so quickly. It's my bad luck to be involved with your Song family."
Sun Huchang didn't like what Song Zhizhi said either. "That's right, Miss Song, please don't go too far. Why don't you tell me what your brother did to disappoint Sister Fu, instead of just accusing her of changing her mind?"
"What could my brother do to disappoint Miss Fu? He wants to hold Miss Fu in his hands!" Song Zhizhi said angrily, "If my brother wants to become the next head of the family, he must marry Sister Qingning. This is an indisputable fact."
Fu Ning raised his eyebrows, "Now that I have withdrawn, it should be in line with the Song family's wishes. Why do you still come to argue with me?"
"because……"
Fu Ning sneered: "Because your brother is so decadent now, he can't be the next head of the family."
Song Zhizhi's face turned pale. Fu Ning was right. Her brother was now so self-destructive that he was really not a suitable candidate for the head of the Song family. Her cousin had already begun to make moves.
If the Song family fell into the hands of her cousin, it would be really finished. She must make Song Jinghe cheer up quickly.
Fu Ning looked at her expression and knew that he was right. He said nonchalantly, "Now is your chance, Song Zhizhi."
Song Zhizhi was stunned, "What do you mean?"
"It's your chance to become the next head of the Song family."
"Me?" Song Zhizhi felt like this was a blow to her head, "But my brother is the most talented."
Fu Ning narrowed his eyes, "But your brother has a bad mentality. Being the head of a family requires more than just talent. Tell me, who are the other candidates for the Song family?"
Song Zhizhi unconsciously counted her cousins, almost all of them were good-for-nothings, and she couldn't pick a suitable one.
Fu Ning nodded and said, "Instead of putting the future of the Song family on your unreliable brother, you might as well fight for it yourself."
Song Zhizhi frowned and said, "But I am a woman. How can a woman be the head of a family?"
Fu Ning crossed her arms and walked in front of Song Zhizhi. She was half a head taller than her. She looked down at her and said, "The Immortal Lord five hundred years ago was still a woman. Why are you afraid to compete for the position of Patriarch of the Song Family?"
Song Zhizhi looked up at Fu Ning with her eyes wide open, a flame suddenly rising in her heart because of her words.
Yes, why couldn’t she? Why should she rely on her brother? Her talent is not much different from her brother's!
But she still refused to admit defeat and said, "Miss Fu, don't change the subject."
Fu Ning sighed, "If you think I'm changing the subject, then we really have nothing to talk about."
Song Zhizhi puffed up her cheeks, took a step back, and distanced herself from Fu Ning. She didn't know why this woman gave her such an oppressive feeling. Maybe it was because she was much taller than her.
She tried to justify herself by saying, "I won't argue with you anymore. I want to ask Senior Sister Huayue about the question of refining weapons."
Fu Ning was too lazy to argue with the little girl. He said hello to Sun Huchang and Yin Huayue and left.
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As the exchange and exhibition conference approached, the current head of Xianshan, Zhao, found Yan Hengyu and wanted a treasure of the Immortal Lord as a reward for the first place in the competition.
The reason why this Master Zhao is the master instead of the Immortal Lord is because he has not yet reached the tribulation period, and it would be difficult for him to convince the people if he were to become the Immortal Lord.
Yan Hengyu refused without a second thought. Later, when Fu Ning found out about this, he immediately remembered that he had a treasure that he had wanted to get rid of for a long time, and he could take this opportunity to give it away. Anyway, Yan Qu would undoubtedly be the first place in this session, so he gave it to him.
After hearing this, Yan Hengyu frowned and said, "Isn't this your favorite treasure?"
Fu Ning tilted his head, unable to understand, "How could you have such an illusion?"
"You wrapped it up in three layers, and even set aside a room to store it. It's obvious that you like it very much."
Fu Ning waved his hands speechlessly, "That's not the case! Isn't that a sacred tree from the East China Sea? The smell it emits makes me dizzy, and the smell has lasted for thousands of years. I can only wrap it up and put it in a separate room. That's better."
She looked at Yan Hengyu, "You wouldn't keep it like a treasure for me for five hundred years, would you?"
Yan Hengyu nodded guiltily. He also asked a master who was proficient in wood how to maintain the wood so that it would not rot.
Fu Ning covered his nose with a piece of cloth, held his breath and walked into the room, opening the tightly wrapped wood.
This piece of wood was indeed well maintained, exactly the same as the one she had seen before. The surface of the wood was smooth and exuded a faint golden color. Even the smell was the same as when she received it. Fu Ning threw the wood down and rushed out of the house.
The person who gave her the wood said that the wood exudes a pleasant fragrance. Placing it indoors can not only make it an exquisite ornament, but also has the effect of calming the mind and concentrating the energy. Long-term inhalation of the fragrance of the wood can achieve twice the result with half the effort in spiritual practice.
She placed the wood in the house with surprise, but felt dizzy and headache after a day, so she wrapped it in several layers of oil paper and put it in the cold palace.
Now that she has a new body, she still can't stand the smell. It seems that she is really not worthy of it. Let Yan Qu improve his cultivation.
Fu Ning covered his head and said to Yan Hengyu who had chased after him, "Let's take it and send it away quickly."
The next day, Yan Hengyu invited Master Zhao to Changwu Peak and gave him the sacred tree as a reward for the event. Master Zhao was flattered. After all, Yan Hengyu had never been willing to share the treasures of the Immortal Lord with everyone, and he had been coveting it for a long time.
Thanks to the Immortal Lord's sacred tree of the East China Sea, the registration for this exhibition and exchange event has been unprecedentedly enthusiastic.
After hearing the news, Wang Minglu came to ask Fu Ning, "Master, did you do it on purpose? You used your treasure as a prize to encourage yourself to win first place, and then win it back."
Fu Ning looked at him strangely, "Do you think I am so idle?"
"Huh?" Wang Minglu was surprised, "Then how could you be willing to give away your treasure?"
"I'm not a miser. There's nothing surprising about giving up some of my treasures."
Wang Minglu was amused when he heard this. He put his hand to his mouth to cover it up. "Then can you give me your crystal glass?"
Fu Ning suddenly frowned and poked him on the forehead, "Wang Minglu, why are you still taking advantage of me?"
Wang Minglu pursed his lips in grievance. His master was a miser and he refused to admit it.
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In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the display and exchange activity. As a freshman, Fu Ning had to participate. The activity was divided into two parts. The first was for the new disciples from each peak to showcase their specialties, and the second was a martial arts competition. The winners of both competitions would receive prizes, and Fu Ning's sacred tree would be the reward for the first place in the second martial arts competition.
Fu Ning had no interest in this activity, but Wang Minglu signed her up for all of them.
In the first competition, Yan Qu from Alchemy Peak won first place by refining a low-grade elixir with his Nascent Soul stage cultivation. Fu Ning followed closely behind, and won the second place by refining a ninth-grade elixir with his Jindan stage cultivation.
Fu Ning was holding a not-so-rare herb on the stage, expressionless, and secretly said to the system: "This exchange activity is clearly prepared for Yan Qu. He entered the school last year, and this year he can actually participate in the freshman competition."
System: "The main reason is that he missed the competition last year because he accompanied the heroine to the human world to find the villain, so he made up for it this year."
"It's not like his cultivation hasn't increased, he's so nice."
System: That’s true.
In the second competition, Fu Ning drew lots to compete with Yuan Chufeng at the Jindan stage. She instructed the system, "Can I faint as soon as I enter the stage?"
System: "Please compete twice, otherwise it will seem fake."
Fu Ning pouted and walked onto the competition stage. She had no fighting spirit at all. She didn't need the prize anyway. She just wanted to win quickly. "Okay, just two rounds."
She drew her sword and attacked the man in front of her very quickly. She was now close to the middle stage of the Golden Core, but her cultivation level was apparently stagnant at the Kaiguang stage.
The man on the other side obviously didn't expect her to be so fast. He didn't dare to underestimate her and tried to block her sword. However, Fu Ning's swordsmanship became more and more fierce, as if countless swords were attacking him at the same time. The man was dazzled and retreated repeatedly. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck. Fu Ning put the sword on his neck and said with a smile: "I won. Next game."
The people watching below all exclaimed in amazement. They had never seen a Kaiguang stage cultivator crushing a Jindan stage cultivator before. Many people flocked to the arena where Fu Ning was.
As the winner, Fu Ning sat on the stage holding a sword. He waited for half an incense stick of time for another winner. This winner was also in the Jindan stage, but weaker than the previous one, only in the early Jindan stage.
Fu Ning defeated him with the same quick move. More and more people gathered to watch the fun in the audience. Some even spread the word that there was an incredibly powerful consecration period here. Her name also began to be mentioned constantly by people in the audience.
Fu Ning just raised his eyebrows and said without any expression: "Next."
After a while, another winner came to challenge. She was in the late Jindan stage and was more powerful than the previous two. Everyone in the audience looked at Fu Ning nervously, wanting to see if she could continue her legend.
Unexpectedly, Fu Ning closed his eyes and fainted on the stage with a bang.
Fu Ning suddenly fell into the spiritual room. Seeing the little bun system in front of her, she was so angry that she grabbed the little bun, clamped it under her armpit, and punched it hard on the head. "I finally ignited my fighting spirit, and you made me faint. Did you do it on purpose?"
The little kid struggled under her arms, "It's unfair, boss, you said there were only two faintings, this is not two!"
Fu Ning was furious and punched it a few more times before letting go. "You are quite obedient now."
As usual, she conjured up a large bed. "Alas, it's a pity that my tall and mighty image has collapsed in an instant."
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Song Jinghe was fighting with Song Jingxu. His cousin had used some unknown means to become more agile than usual, but...
He sneered, still far away from him.
He just happened to have a lot of anger that he had no place to vent, so he took it out on his cousin. Song Jinghe jumped lightly and stabbed at Song Jingxu with a sword. Song Jingxu hurriedly held his sword horizontally to block, and the two swords collided and sparks flew.
Song Jinghe stepped on Song Jingxu's shoulder, turned over and stabbed Song Jingxu's back with his sword. When he was about to succeed, he heard a familiar name in his ears.
"What? The Fu Ning you mentioned fainted? He must have been frightened by the late Jindan stage."
"That shouldn't be the case. She defeated two Jindan-stage warriors, but when I arrived, I saw her fainted. So I hurried back to watch Young Master Song's match."
Xiaoshuang fainted? Song Jinghe was stunned for a moment, and Song Jingxu stabbed him hard under the left shoulder.
He frowned in pain. Song Jingxu had a happy smile on his face. He turned the wrist holding the sword, letting the tip of the sword slowly stir his flesh.
Song Jinghe pursed his lips tightly, his face showing ruthlessness. He took a step forward, kicked Song Jingxu away, pulled out the sword from his shoulder and threw it on the ground. He didn't even look at the blood that splattered out, and said to Song Jingxu with disdain, "I give up."
"Huh?" Someone in the audience cried out in surprise, "Why are all the matches I've watched today so bizarre? One guy fainted before the match even started, and another one admitted defeat when he was about to win."
Song Jinghe had disappeared from her sight like a gust of wind.
【Author has something to say】
Brother Jing: No matter the fighting competition or the slapping in the face, none of them are as important as Fu Ning.
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