(ps: I was dizzy after writing all night, and I made a mistake, so I uploaded it directly, and got the order wrong. 227 is at the end. I will contact the editor later to see what to do.) "Okay, you can compete for the position of clan leader in the future. I will not interfere in the routine affairs of the Ning family."

"Work hard. With your age and talent, you may have hope of taking charge of the entire Ning family in the future."

"But now... Impossible!"

"If a mere Qi-refining junior becomes the head of a clan, who would look up to the Ning family?"

"Okay, okay." Ning Zhuo sighed, and raised his eyes full of expectation, "Then, ancestor, please appoint me as the junior clan leader. It will be legitimate for me to inherit the position of clan leader in the future."

Ning Jiufan: ...

"Ning Zhuo, don't make such requests again!" His tone became even more displeased.

"Okay, okay." Ning Zhuo curled his lips, "Then please give me some magic weapons, such as robes and armor, to protect me, okay?"

"I'm going to take the risk of being the bait. I'm not afraid of the worst. I have a magic weapon on me that can be triggered instantly, so I can feel more at ease."

Ning Jushan shook his head and told Ning Zhuo that magic weapons cannot be given away at will. He was worried that the assassin would detect from afar and find that Ning Zhuo had a magic weapon on him, so he would not take action.

Ning Zhuo also sought the Bing Xin Jue.

Ning Jufan scolded him for being greedy, saying that this technique was the foundation of the family. Ning Zhuo's contribution to the family was far from meeting the standard, so how could he be taught the Bingxin Jue?

Ning Jufan warned him not to try to use this opportunity to make excessive demands and violate family rules.

Ning Zhuo's eyes suddenly turned and he asked, "Grandfather, can I split the family?"

"After the family is divided, I don't have to be the patriarch or deputy patriarch of the main family anymore. I will directly be the patriarch of the branch family. Isn't that wonderful!"

Ning Jiufan was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Evil creature! At such a young age, you actually want to split up the family? And you even 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 hands and explained, "Grandmaster, please listen to me."

"Look, you are very close to Master Zhu Xuanji. The three major families of Huoshixian City are all very close. This is correct."

"But there are also great risks. What if Lord Zhu fails in the competition and fails to become the master of Lava Fairy Palace in the future?"

"By then, he will just walk away, but our Ning family will still be trying to make a living in Huoshixian City."

"You see, even old farmers know that you can't put all your eggs in one basket."

"So, you and the main branch will stay close to Master Zhu, and I will lead some branches to join the Meng family, the current city lord's mansion."

"In this way, no matter which side wins in the end, our Ning family will be invincible."

Ning Jiufan: ...

Zhu Xuanji: ...

You know what, what Ning Zhuo said actually makes a lot of sense!

Ning Jiufan thought to himself, "My children are just children, and their words are out of control. I am sorry to make you laugh, Master Zhu."

Zhu Xuanji sighed: "This is indeed the technique for the family to survive for a long time."

"For example, the first family among the cultivators - the Gu family. Gu Tian and Gu Le are the left prime minister and state teacher of the two hostile countries, Baimang and Hongtao, respectively."

“This phenomenon is indeed common.”

Ning Jiufan hurriedly continued to make amends: "Humph, Ning Zhuo is too young and short-sighted. If he knew that the City Lord's Mansion was the one who really wanted to kill him, he would definitely laugh at his current ignorance and stupidity!"

Zhu Xuanji waved his hand, asking Ning to give in and stop talking, then pointed at Ning Zhuo and nodded.

Ning Jiufan understood what he meant and immediately sent a message to Ning Zhuo: "That's enough, kid!"

How could he dare to let Ning Zhu continue to make requests?

"I will lend you a protective talisman that can withstand a full-strength attack from an ordinary golden elixir."

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

"Finally, I will give you three ounces of ice jade wine. Do your job well, and I will count you as having made a great contribution to the Ning family!"

Ning Zhuo's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Three taels... Three taels is a bit too little, ancestor."

"One jin, to make it an even number, one jin is okay?"

"Hmph!" The Ning family's ancestor couldn't bear it any longer, and used some means to release the invisible pressure.

Ning Zhuo was caught off guard and was immediately pressed to the ground, with his body prostrated on the ground. 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 stopped the trick.

Ning Zhuo regained his freedom, his face full of lingering fear. He held up his palm and stretched out five fingers: "Five taels, five taels, ancestor."

"I'm going to risk my life!"

Ning Jiufan: ...

Zhu Xuanji: ...

"Hehehe." Ning Jiufan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He was so angry that he laughed.

After a moment.

Ningzhuo courtyard.

Su Mo was in the small pavilion, enjoying delicious food and wine while mocking Ning Zhuo in a sarcastic manner.

“The food is good, but a little soft.”

"The wine is good, but not strong, more gentle."

The two foundation-building guards who entertained him had faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

At this moment, Ning Zhuo's voice came: "Su Mo, you are so arrogant!"

"I treated you to good food and wine, hoping to establish a good relationship with you, but you didn't cherish it."

"If you don't accept my toast, I'll punish you!"

"The point is that it's fine if you insult me, but it's very abominable to insult the reputation of my Ning family."

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

"I'll take them all."

When the two foundation-building guards saw Ning Zhuo, they couldn't help but be surprised and happy, and they admired in their hearts: It is Young Master Ning Zhuo after all, a sixteen-year-old genius, young and spirited, unable to bear humiliation, and caring about his family. He is indeed a good son of the Ning family branch!

Su Mo stood up and looked at Ning Zhuo carefully. He was happy in his heart but his face was serious.

After a conversation, he bowed to Ning Zhuo and stated his request.

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If he wins this competition, please tell him the contents of the Demon Sect's true scriptures.

Ning Zhuo sneered: "It's for this."

He held up three fingers and swore in public: "I swear on the honor of my Ning family that I have never obtained a single word from this Demon Sect Scripture."

"You came to visit me and asked me to discuss things with you, but you were not sincere at all."

"You are using the Ning family's reputation to threaten me, kidnap me, and force me to agree to compete with you. Your intentions are even more malicious."

"I don't care who's behind you or what orders you've received. I'm going to make you pay the heaviest price this time!"

Su Mo became nervous after hearing what he said, but he forced himself to remain calm and sneered, "What? Ning Zhuo, you still want to use your numbers to bully a mere casual cultivator like me?"

"Humph, I won't embarrass you tonight." Ning Zhuo said, "Tomorrow morning, we will meet on the martial arts stage to see who will win."

"You want to be the first to try it, that's great. I also want to make an example of you."

Su Mo's expression changed again, becoming even uglier.

Ning Jiufan: ...

Zhu Xuanji: ...

The two looked at each other secretly, and both thought: After Ning Zhuo got the amulet and the directional escape talisman, his courage immediately doubled, 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.

In terms of talisman making, which was his best skill, Su Mo was clearly inferior to Ning Zhuo and was defeated very easily without any objection.

Considering that Ning Zhuo is only sixteen years old now, the gap between the two sides seems even more exaggerated.

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

The challenger stepped onto the martial arts stage to discuss formations with Ning Zhuo. The requirement he put forward was still the true scripture of the magic sect.

Ning Zhuo sneered when he heard this. He then swore in public that he had no idea about the Demon Sect's true scripture before Zhu Xuanji came to his door. There were many truths in the rumors, but the rumor that the true scripture belonged to him was purely a rumor that could not withstand any scrutiny.

Ning Zhuo rejected the second challenge: "You all came here for the Demon Sect's Scripture, but unfortunately you found the wrong person."

"How can I do as you wish, one sparring match after another, endlessly?"

"My Ning family is a great family of righteousness. I, Ning Zhuo, was born in a place of righteousness since I was young. What I have seen and heard are all the virtues of benevolence. Between morning and night, the teachings of teachers and elders, and the good deeds and righteous acts, are like spring breeze and rain, which have subtly influenced my heart."

"However, we righteous people are worthy of the heavens, the earth and our ancestors. Kindness is not without its edge. How can we be so petty as to plot such a scheme?"

"From now on, whoever wants to spar with me and use the reputation of my Ning family to force me will be regarded as my enemy and the fight will not stop until one dies!"

"So, who will challenge?"

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

In the distance, on the top floor of the restaurant.

The Jindan disciple of Taiqing Palace had a sinister look in his eyes, his lips twitched, and he transmitted a message.

One person in the crowd received the order, pushed through the crowd and walked onto the stage.

"Ning Zhuo, I am here to challenge you, to the death!" The man was burly, rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fists, and his fists were like sandbags. At first glance, he was a rough cultivator.

Ning Zhuo stared at the rough man with a cold look in his eyes: "I have said this, but you are still pressing me with malicious intent. You must be a demon cultivator!"

"Come here, kill him for me."

The next moment, the foundation-building guards who had been ready to make a move leaped onto the stage and rushed towards the physical cultivator.

The ruffian was horrified: "Isn't this a one-on-one duel?! Despicable...ah!"

He was overwhelmed by the spell and only had time to let out a scream before he died.

Ning Zhuo put his hands behind his back and looked down at the audience: "What's the point of talking about morality with the devil cultivators? Naturally, everyone is vying to eliminate the devil and defend morality."

"Do you really think that people like me who are righteous are easy to bully?!"

Wherever his eyes went, everyone avoided him.

(End of this chapter)