Chapter 748: Ning and Ban Game

The messenger of the Zhu family did not cover up at all, and his voice was urged by magic, forming rolling sound waves, rushing in all directions.

Immediately, Shen Xi and Lin Jinglong saw Situ Xing fly out.

Situ Xing frowned, stared at the visitor, and sneered: "Good courage! Is Zhu Fenxiang stupid from believing in gods? Does she think she can defeat me?"

"Hehehe, very good, very good."

"Since she is so overestimating herself, I accept this challenge!"

Situ Xing had to accept.

The Zhu family and the Situ family are deadly enemies. Now, among the cultivators participating in the Flying Cloud Conference, Situ Xing and Zhu Fenxiang are the facade of the Foundation Establishment stage.

If Situ Xing avoids the battle, he will inevitably implicate the family’s reputation. Standing in his position, he cannot avoid the battle without fighting, letting the world look down on him and the Situ family, and bringing shame to the family.

The messenger pushed slowly and saw the flying letter fall into Situ Xing’s hands.

He was expressionless and turned to fly away directly.

Situ Xing’s spiritual sense swept across the challenge letter quickly, the content of the letter was very simple, expressing Zhu Fenxiang’s anger and strong fighting spirit.

But until now, Situ Xing didn’t understand why the other party suddenly became furious and wanted to deal with him.

"Zhu Fenxiang has fought with me many times, and we have had wins and losses."

"This time, she came to deal with me, what new reliance does she have?"

Situ Xing thought while looking at Shen Xi and Lin Jinglong.

Shen and Lin flew slowly in front of Situ Xing.

Lin Jinglong said with a worried face: "Fellow Daoist Situ, since you have accepted Zhu Fenxiang’s challenge, then postpone the dispute with Ning Zhuo."

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"There is no need to fight on two fronts, increasing risks in vain."

Situ Xing snorted coldly: "Zhu Fenxiang changed the stone plaque in the same batch as me. This time she suddenly challenged me, which cannot be underestimated. Ning Zhuo is lucky! Let him go for now."

Situ Xing had to turn his direction and concentrate his energy on dealing with the strong enemy who came to the door.

He pursed his lips tightly, showing unwillingness, was silent for a few breaths, narrowed his eyes, and secretly thought: "What madness is Zhu Fenxiang releasing? Just when I was about to find trouble with Ning Zhuo, she inserted a foot?"

"I must first find out the reason for this!"

Situ Xing’s plan was exactly Shen Xi’s plan.

After resigning from Situ Xing, he immediately sent subordinates to explore the reason for Zhu Fenxiang’s active challenge this time.

Zhu Fenxiang had never covered up, and the process of the messenger sending the letter was loud and clear.

Shen Xi quickly investigated the reason.

Lin Jinglong laughed lightly: "Fellow Daoist Situ paid a price for his true temperament, haha."

Situ Xing also fell silent for this reason.

He didn’t expect that Zhu Fenxiang came to the door because of a poem he wrote.

He did have an impression of this poem.

It was when he won the first place in the third Xingyun Small Trial and confirmed that he could exchange for the stone plaque, he drank in a restaurant, and when he was in high spirits, he wrote a poem on the wall.

A sentence in the poem "The ancient sheath still has night flame marks, the new blade thirsts for starlight brilliance" violated the taboo, which angered Zhu Fenxiang, who happened to come to this restaurant, and she directly took action to destroy this wall.

Zhu Fenxiang even scolded on the spot, declaring that she must make Situ Xing look good.

"It seems it has nothing to do with Ning Zhuo." Finding that it was a disaster he caused himself, Situ Xing could only admit his bad luck, "At the moment, I can only deal with Zhu Fenxiang first, and then draw my hand to solve this threat of Ning Zhuo."

Lin Jinglong felt that he had watched a good show.

Shen Xi, however, had some doubts and dug deep into the information behind his back, detailing the situation that night.

He found that a waiter in the restaurant read the poem loudly, loudly promoted the situation when Situ Xing wrote the poem while drunk to the surrounding diners, and recited the poem in public.

Zhu Fenxiang herself was in the private room and didn’t see the poem. Hearing the noise outside, the shopkeeper was honored because Situ Xing wrote the poem, so she broke out and angrily destroyed the wall.

"Investigate this little waiter in the shop for me." Shen Xi secretly issued an order.

Chi Yu Peak.

In the quiet room of the cave dwelling, the statue and tablet of the "Foolish Thunder God" were enshrined.

The green smoke in the incense burner was curling, and the light was dim.

The Blind Fool wore simple hemp clothes, knelt on the futon with both knees, his thin hands folded on his chest, whispering, praying devoutly.

After a while, the Blind Fool stopped whispering and raised his voice: "You have been standing at the door for a while. If you have anything to say, come in."

Thus, a man and a woman, both middle-aged, pushed the door and entered.

"Father." The middle-aged man and woman said in unison.

They were the biological children of the Blind Fool.

The son said: "Father, I heard that you want to agree to Ning Zhuo and let him participate in our Xingyun Small Trial halfway?"

The Blind Fool did not change his posture, still kneeling on the ground, facing the statue.

His children saw that they didn’t get a response from their father, and immediately understood, both kneeling behind the Fool.

The Fool then said: "Not bad. Ning Zhuo, this child, passed the three questions of the Evil-Punishing Hall and passed Qing Huangzi’s trial, already has four first places, his reputation matches his reality, and his righteousness is awe-inspiring. Such good material, if he can get the Blind Fool Divine Art, it is also a witness to the glory of our God."

"Our family held the Xingyun Small Trial, isn’t it to spread the name of the God?"

"The stronger Ning Zhuo becomes in the future, the greater the influence of our God will be."

Hearing this answer, the children looked at each other quickly, their faces full of worry.

The son’s body tightened, took a deep breath, and tried to make his voice sound steady and earnest: "Father, this matter must be thought over three times."

"Ning Zhuo is indeed talented and popular, but—Ban Ji is not a mediocre person!"

"Ban Ji has participated devoutly since the first round of our Xingyun Small Trial, constantly practicing hard, just to seek the favor of our God."

Ning Zhuo cutting the line at this moment is the greatest injustice to Ban Ji!"

"Ning Zhuo refused Ban Jie’s reconciliation in public, which shows how young and arrogant he is, looking down on others. He is now famous, like cooking oil with fire, if he is not careful, he will burn himself."

"He is an outsider, how can he fight against the Ban family?"

"They are fighting each other, we don’t need to get involved, Father."

Before the Blind Fool could speak, his daughter immediately took over: "Big brother is right! Father, rules are the foundation of standing. We host the Xingyun Small Trial, if we break the rules for one person, how will outsiders look at our family in the future?"

The Blind Fool was silent for a while: "Anything else?"

The son gritted his teeth, his tone became low: "Father, you often teach us, for the sake of descendants, for the sake of moving mountains!"

"Our clan has generations of blood feuds, and the road ahead is full of thorns. What we need is not to make enemies everywhere, but to make friends widely and accumulate every bit of potential power! The Ban family, even if they cannot become allies, must never become enemies!"

Blind Fool: "Then how do you know that Ning Zhuo and the forces behind him are weaker than the Ban family? If I refuse his request, isn’t it also making an enemy?"

The daughter’s face was stern: "Father, the Ban family is in our country, Ning Zhuo’s background, whether it is a family or a sect, is beyond reach. And—"

Speaking of this, the daughter changed to spiritual sense transmission: "Father, you want to spread the name of our God, there is no need to drag our whole family."

"The Foolish Thunder God has indeed helped our clan a lot, and is a huge help to the 'Moving Mountain' plan. But—"

"He has only become a god for a short time, with a lot of human nature, and has a slight blood connection with our family, and also misses old feelings."

The daughter paused and gathered her courage to continue: "Divine nature is eternal, human nature is easy to pass! In the long years, after a few years or decades?"

"Human nature dissipates, leaving only cold divine nature. Will the Foolish Thunder God still help our clan deal with the Mountain God?"

The son also interjected, spiritual sense transmission, with generous spirit: "Father, if you want me to see, truly wanting to 'move mountains', wanting to complete the unfinished ambition of the ancestors, in the final analysis, it cannot be the gift of the gods or a whim, but the continuation of our family bloodline!"

"It is built upon the resilience, planning, and never-ending struggle of generation after generation!"

"We introduced Ning Zhuo to spread the name of the God, can it help our clan’s great cause?"

"Breaking the rules for Ning Zhuo and offending the Ban family, to put it lightly, is reducing the family’s development space. To put it seriously, it is destroying the family’s foundation!"

The Blind Fool, who had his back to his children, had a blue vein on his forehead.

He was silent for a long time, so long that the ash on the incense in the incense burner accumulated a long section. [754-8

His children no longer dared to speak in this heavy atmosphere.

Only the sound of heavy breathing remained in the quiet room.

"Heh." The blind Foolish Old Man suddenly chuckled, the sound dry and desolate, like withered branches rubbing together in a cold wind.

He still did not turn around, only transmitting his thoughts through his spiritual sense: "You two grew up right under my nose; how could you possibly have such awareness?"

"Speak, what benefits did the Ban family give you?"

The bodies of his son and daughter trembled in unison.

The daughter swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "Father—"

The son, however, knelt down heavily, his voice choked with sobs as he pleaded, "Father! We—we did receive benefits. We dared not hide it from you!"

"But, we are also truly thinking of the family."

"How many years has it been since our Yu family moved into the Myriad Phenomena Sect? Living under someone else's roof, the family has never seen much development."

"The Ban family is powerful, and their envoy came with a tone—not very friendly."

"Father! You are the sky of our family! If you are here, the Ban family still has some reservations. But, but once you ascend—our Yu family will be like a dilapidated house without a pillar, swaying in the wind and rain! The Ban family only needs a gentle push—what, what do we have to resist them?"

Upon hearing this, the blind Foolish Old Man's expression froze.

The daughter also began to wail: "Father! Please, for the sake of our ancestors, for the sake of the 'Mountain-Moving' grand cause, leave us—your useless descendants—a way to survive! We—we cannot stand against the Ban family at this time!"

The blind Foolish Old Man's straight spine was crushed by an inch at this moment.

His empty eye sockets "gazed" in the direction of the incense altar, revealing a sense of bewilderment and bitterness.

The statue of the Dull Thunder God looked down at him coldly. The blue smoke from the incense burner swirled before him, mirroring his own scattered and cold state of mind.

He remained silent for a long time, finally letting out a sigh.

This sigh was long and heavy, as if it had exhausted all his essence and spirit.

The sound of the sigh echoed in the quiet room, making the already dim interior even more gloomy.

"With children like this, how can one speak of family prosperity?" The blind Foolish Old Man's words made his son and daughter blush with shame.

"Enough, my days are indeed numbered. The family will have to be managed by you in the future, so let it be as you wish."

The daughter's sobbing quieted down significantly.

The son's Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke with difficulty: "Father—"

Several hours later.

Blue Stone Cave Dwelling.

Chen San stood with his hands pressed against the seams of his trousers, his upper body slightly bowed, his head lowered respectfully toward Ning Zhuo.

His report had just concluded.

He brought Ning Zhuo one piece of good news and one piece of bad news.

Ning Zhuo mused, "The blind Foolish Old Man refused my invitation. It seems that Ban Ji will definitely take first place in his Cloud-Rising Trial."

"In that case, he has also accumulated three first-place finishes and can exchange them for a stone tablet."

Chen San hurriedly said, "Even so, Ban Ji is considered late; he is no longer in the recognized first wave and cannot compare to you, Young Master."

Ning Zhuo shook his head: "Ban Ji's strength and talent are undoubtedly top-tier; there is no doubt about that."

Chen San immediately chimed in: "It is still your methods, Young Master, that kicked him out of Qinghuang's Cloud-Rising Trial. Your servant tried his best but couldn't even see the blind Foolish Old Man. I have failed your trust and am truly ashamed. Please punish me, Young Master!"

Ning Zhuo couldn't help but chuckle: "Chen San, you are a rogue cultivator by origin, why are you so reserved?"

Chen San did not miss any opportunity to flatter: "If it were anyone else, I would indeed be a bit lax. But in front of you, Young Master, I don't know why, but I am filled with admiration and dare not be the slightest bit negligent or sloppy."

Ning Zhuo raised his hand: "Enough. Am I the kind of person who doesn't know the gravity of things? The Foolish Old Man matter is not your fault; the Ban family must have moved to block it in advance."

"Just as I took precautions against Situ Xing in advance."

Chen San looked up, "bravely" staring at Ning Zhuo so that Ning Zhuo could see the look of worship on his face: "You, Young Master, plan strategies and decide victory from a thousand miles away. I acted according to your instructions, which is why Zhu Fenxiang became angry and went to pester Situ Xing. You are truly brilliant, too brilliant!"

Ning Zhuo shook his head slightly, looking at Chen San with burning eyes: "I only gave you the order; the specifics of how to do it depended on your improvisation."

"You did well this time, being able to trigger the restaurant waiter to recite poetry at the right moment. A gentle push was enough to facilitate the matter, leaving very little trace. Tell me, what reward do you want?"

Chen San immediately knelt on one knee: "Young Master, your subordinate dares not claim credit. The reason I thought of using Situ Xing's poem was entirely because you pointed out many places I could utilize when you gave the order. This poem was one of them!"

"Your subordinate just ran errands and followed your orders, and it succeeded easily."

"How could your subordinate dare to ask for any reward? Being able to continue serving under you is the greatest reward!"

Chen San's flowery words were smooth and practiced.

He changed the subject, showing a hesitant look: "It's just that the restaurant waiter was knocked unconscious in public by Zhu Fenxiang because of the poem. The restaurant suffered losses and fired him. Right now, he is lying in bed with serious injuries; it is a good time to take action—"

Ning Zhuo immediately showed a serious expression, his voice turning cold and hard: "No."

"I am from a righteous sect; how could I do such a sinister thing?"

"Arrange for this waiter to be sent away, send him out of the Myriad Phenomena Sect's main mountain gate, preferably out of the country. I will cover the expenses; you need not have any concerns in this regard!"