The Zhao Family Comes Knocking

Seeing the Ancestor speak, a look of joy surfaced on Zhao Bo's face. Zhao Wuqing was the Dao Ancestor of the Zhao family. Even if Ning Fan possessed monstrous talent, as long as the Dao Ancestor made a move, she could easily crush him.

Furthermore, in Zhao Qian's scheme, the true purpose was to step by step escalate the conflict between Zhao Wuqing's faction and Ning Fan.

That was the main goal all along.

"Ancestor, will you take action personally?"

The Ninth Elder, Zhao Bo, looked toward the old woman.

The usual imposing authority of the Ninth Elder vanished completely before her, leaving him in the meek posture of a junior awaiting discipline.

"..."

Hearing this, Zhao Wuqing merely cast a sidelong glance at Zhao Bo, who immediately lowered his head, not daring to speak another word.

"I will decide on this matter myself."

"You may withdraw."

The old woman's voice was indifferent.

A trace of unwillingness flashed through Zhao Bo's eyes. He had hoped the old woman would give a definitive answer, but it was clear he lacked the qualifications to pressure her.

"Yes, Zhao Bo takes his leave."

Zhao Bo cupped his hands and backed away. Only after retreating a certain distance did he turn around and walk away from the old woman with small, hurried steps.

"..."

As he left, a smug expression crept onto Zhao Bo's face. After some thought, he concluded that even if the old woman hadn't spoken definitively, she would absolutely make a move against Ning Fan. After all, Ning Fan was the 'sinner' who had slain the sole bloodline of the old woman's grandson.

The old woman already harbored a deep-seated hatred for Ning Fan.

After Zhao Bo departed, the old woman raised her head and looked at a Zhao family disciple standing beside her.

"Nantian."

"Go."

"Bring that boy here."

Zhao Nantian was stunned upon hearing this. He was once a Peak Chief, and now roamed the outside world as a disciple of the Yin Yang Divine Sect-a so-called Walking Disciple.

He could not easily make a move against an ordinary main peak disciple.

But before Zhao Nantian could utter a word of refusal.

A trace of spiritual pressure flashed in the old woman's eyes. Zhao Nantian instantly bowed in submission, responding to the old woman with profound reverence.

"Yes, Ancestor."

"That Ning Fan, I will definitely bring him to you, leaving him entirely at your disposal."

"..."

At the same time.

At the foot of Changming Peak.

"..."

Ning Fan was happily making his way back to his cave dwelling. Zhao Yan'er's matter had been resolved, bringing a restored sense of peace.

Now, he only had to wait for the Peak Competition.

But when Ning Fan arrived in front of his cave dwelling, he found a strange man standing at the stone doors, constantly knocking and shouting.

"Little lady, open up."

"Open the door, won't you?"

"Big brother isn't a bad person. I'm Qian Qi from Yin Yang Peak. Let me tell you, big brother is someone who is about to become a personal disciple."

"Follow big brother, and you definitely won't suffer any losses."

"..."

Ning Fan frowned.

Yin Yang Peak, Qian Qi?

Never heard of him.

But to dare come knocking and causing trouble right after he had defeated Zhao Yan'er, this Qian Qi was quite a character. Should he be called bold, or was he simply courting death?

Ning Fan approached step by step, but Qian Qi didn't seem to notice him at all.

Instead, he was muttering to himself.

"What's the hold-up, bitch?"

"Your granddaddy spent a whole day pondering before coming up with this brilliant scheme-while everyone else is out watching the wagered duel, your granddaddy comes straight to Changming Peak to get his hands on this bitch. Even if I can't keep her, I can at least have a good time."

"Damn it, what does keeping the door shut mean?!"

Qian Qi's mouth was filthy, spewing constant curses. His appearance was also 'highly distinctive'-a hooked nose, a sparse goatee, swallowtail eyebrows, and a mouthful of shattered teeth the size of sesame seeds. His face looked like a chaotic gathering of mismatched beasts, truly a sight to behold.

Ning Fan didn't mask his footsteps, so as he drew near, Qian Qi finally noticed his presence.

"..."

Upon seeing Ning Fan, Qian Qi couldn't help but frown.

"A fellow opportunist?"

"I didn't expect someone else to have the exact same idea as your granddaddy. Kid, you've got a good head on your shoulders."

Qian Qi looked Ning Fan up and down.

"Opportunist your grandmother!"

Ning Fan raised his hand and, with the speed of lightning, planted a fist squarely in Qian Qi's face. The latter instantly let out a miserable wail of pain.

His body jerked backward.

"Ouch!"

Stumble, stumble, stumble.

Qian Qi staggered back several steps before managing to halt his momentum. When he straightened his posture, he felt a sudden, thick warmth spreading across his face.

He hastily raised a hand and wiped his face. Seeing his palm smeared crimson, Qian Qi's eyes bulged.

"Blood!"

"You... you, you, you dare hit me!!"

"Even if we're both here to snatch a woman, setting aside who came first, you can't just throw a punch without warning! What kind of reasoning is that?"

"..."

Qian Qi's face was plastered with shock and fear.

"Heh."

Ning Fan watched Qian Qi's reaction, a faint smirk curling the corner of his lips. Listening to Qian Qi's self-important boasting just moments ago, Ning Fan had assumed the man possessed some actual skill. He hadn't expected this guy to be such a spineless coward. He certainly didn't feel like someone on the verge of becoming a personal disciple.

Personal disciples were the cream of the crop from each main peak. The Qian Qi standing before him was clearly not among them.

A complete fraud.

"Truly sorry to disappoint, but I am not the 'fellow opportunist' you speak of. This here is my cave dwelling, and the person you're looking for is precisely my Dao Companion."

"Do you understand?"

Ning Fan crossed his arms, casting a sidelong glare at Qian Qi.

"Huh?"

"You're Ning Fan!?"

Qian Qi instantly reacted, his gaze sweeping up and down Ning Fan's figure. A long moment later, a look of sudden realization washed over his face.

"I get it now. You plan to offer that woman to Personal Disciple Zhao together with yourself?"

"Right?"

Ning Fan: "..."

No.

Wasn't this a bit too messy!?

According to Qian Qi's twisted logic, since he had lost and was meant to become Zhao Yan'er's concubine, bringing Yun Qingyao along would make her a concubine's concubine.

One big happy family under one roof!

But thinking about the dual cultivation atmosphere of Yin Yang Peak...

Hmm.

It almost didn't seem that hard to accept.

"The Personal Disciple Zhao you mentioned has already been defeated by my hands. As for you, get lost immediately. Roll as far away as you can."

Ning Fan stepped toward Qian Qi. He couldn't be bothered wasting breath on this fool.

He simply raised his leg.

And planted a heavy kick squarely in Qian Qi's stomach.

"Ouch!"

Qian Qi flew backward like a torn rag sack, crashing heavily against a massive boulder with a sharp cry of agony.

"No, impossible!!"

"You must be lying! How could you defeat Personal Disciple Zhao? It's impossible!"

Qian Qi scrambled to his feet.

Seeing Ning Fan striding toward him once more, he abandoned all thoughts of questioning the duel's outcome and practically crawled his way down toward the foot of the mountain.

He tumbled head over heels several times, cutting a thoroughly pathetic figure.

"You... you just wait!"

"This matter is not over! The day I, Qian Qi, become a personal disciple, I absolutely won't let you off!"

Qian Qi's voice faded into the distance.

"Heh."

Ning Fan snorted coldly. If it hadn't involved Yun Qingyao, a wretch like that wouldn't have even been worth his effort to strike.

"..."

Ning Fan turned around, preparing to head back into his cave dwelling. But as his gaze swept behind him, his entire body instantly froze.

A figure was standing there. He had no idea when they had arrived, but they had been quietly observing everything that had just transpired.

Ning Fan's spirit pulled taut.

A massive wave of shock crashed through his heart.

This person...

When had he arrived!?

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