Zhao Wuqing Sit

Chapter 131: Zhao Wuqing: Sit

Ning Fan and Miao Tian raised their heads in unison. The former looked somewhat surprised, while the latter's face was filled with disbelief.

In their hearts, although Changming Peak was ranked at the bottom, the Peak Master was not a weak-willed person. Her usual instruction to her disciples was precisely, "Do not belittle yourselves." They were not to underestimate their own worth due to the main peak's ranking, nor were they to show weakness without reason.

Before being disciples of a main peak, they were first and foremost disciples of the Divine Sect.

But now...

The Peak Master was actually letting Zhao Nantian take Ning Fan away!?

Given Ning Fan's relationship with the Zhao family, walking into their territory was undoubtedly like stepping into a dragon's den or a tiger's lair-it was extremely dangerous!!

"Peak Master Yin is as open-minded as expected."

Zhao Nantian cupped his fists and bowed deeply to Yin Fengyue, a hint of a smile flickering deep in his eyes. Regardless of the reason behind Yin Fengyue's stance, being able to smoothly bring Ning Fan to Qianyang Cave was a good thing for him.

"..."

Yin Fengyue ignored Zhao Nantian. She offered no explanation to Ning Fan or Miao Tian, merely shooting the two of them a glance before giving a slight nod.

Ning Fan and Miao Tian exchanged a glance.

They did not understand the Peak Master's intent, but since she had already spoken, the matter was settled.

"I will go with you."

Ning Fan took a step forward, moving past Miao Tian who was blocking his way, and walked slowly up to Zhao Nantian, speaking each word clearly.

"Mm."

Zhao Nantian nodded slightly, quite satisfied with Ning Fan's decision.

"Peak Master Yin, I take my leave."

Zhao Nantian cupped his fists and bowed deeply to Changming Peak's Peak Master, Yin Fengyue. Then he turned his gaze to Miao Tian, a wide grin spreading across his lips.

"Junior Brother Miao, we shall meet at the Peak Competition."

"..."

Miao Tian's expression darkened.

Zhao Nantian walked ahead, with Ning Fan following closely behind. The two soon left Changming Peak.

Zhao Nantian simply focused on walking with no intention of speaking, and Ning Fan did not bother to awkwardly break the silence.

After a long walk, a massive cave dwelling appeared before Ning Fan.

-Qianyang Cave.

This was the gathering place of the Zhao family. Qianyang Cave was a vast complex of hundreds, perhaps thousands, of immortal caves. Every single person living here was a core disciple or member of the Zhao family. The sheer concentration of Spiritual Qi, far exceeding the outside world, was enough to make Qianyang Cave a place everyone flocked to.

"Let's go."

Seeing Ning Fan pause before Qianyang Cave, Zhao Nantian could not help but urge him on.

The two continued forward.

Along the way.

They attracted quite a few gazes, but the one drawing attention was not Ning Fan, but Zhao Nantian. The reason was simple-

Ning Fan was famous.

But his face was not widely known. After all, he was a new disciple, and very few had actually seen him in person.

Soon.

They arrived deep within Qianyang Cave. Few people tread here, and hardly any Zhao family disciples were out and about. The surroundings were exceptionally secluded and serene.

"Disciple Zhao Nantian."

"Accompanied by Ning Fan."

"Requests an audience with the Ancestor."

"..."

Zhao Nantian stood with his hands clasped behind his back before a cave dwelling, respectfully bowing his head as he made the request.

The next moment.

Rumble...

Accompanied by the harsh grinding of heavy stone, the ancient, weathered gate of the cave dwelling slowly opened, revealing a small path before them.

"Let's go."

Zhao Nantian and Ning Fan continued inward. After walking a dozen meters, the view suddenly opened up, and a stone chamber appeared before Ning Fan.

Seated in the very center of the stone chamber was an old woman.

"..."

Upon seeing the old woman, Ning Fan's eyes widened and his pupils constricted to the size of pinpricks. His entire body tensed up involuntarily.

He had seen this old woman before.

She was the very same Zhao family Dao Lord who had nearly struck him down directly during the disciple selection. The Pressure of a Dao Lord was immense.

Even though she was merely sitting there, the feeling she gave Ning Fan far surpassed the threat of Zhao Nantian fully circulating his Spiritual Qi.

It was not a Pressure born of sheer strength or aura, but the unique oppressive weight of someone who had long occupied a position of absolute authority-the most elusive and terrifying kind.

"Your disciple withdraws."

Zhao Nantian cupped his fists and backed away. Only Ning Fan and the old woman remained in the stone chamber. Since she did not speak, Ning Fan simply stood silently in place.

Finally, the old woman raised her eyes. From her slightly withered sockets, a small yet piercing pair of eyes fixed their gaze on Ning Fan.

"Disciple Ning Fan, this seat will give you a chance."

"Regarding the matter of killing Zhao Qishuang."

"Apologize."

"And the Zhao family will grant you a path of survival."

"..."

Ning Fan's mouth twitched slightly upon hearing this. Sure enough, Zhao Wuqing had summoned him here because of Zhao Qishuang's death. At this moment, Zhao Wuqing was clearly extending a signal of reconciliation. If Ning Fan admitted that Zhao Qishuang had died by his hand, perhaps the Zhao family truly would give him a way out.

But...

Ning Fan puffed out his chest and held his head high. With a gaze that was neither servile nor overbearing, he spoke with absolute clarity.

"If I did it, I did it. If I didn't, I didn't. In this world, I walk an upright path. I will never admit to something I haven't done."

"Is that so?"

The old woman nodded slightly. The next moment, Yuan Power surged wildly around her as black mist coalesced onto her dragon-headed staff.

With a sudden wave of her hand, the black mist swept out to envelop Ning Fan.

"..."

Ning Fan closed his eyes.

Was he about to die!?

Facing an existence at the Dao Lord level, Ning Fan did not even entertain the thought of putting up a fight-the gap between them was simply too vast.

Resistance was impossible.

The anticipated pain did not come. Ning Fan slowly opened his eyes, looking down at himself in slight surprise. There was not a single scratch on his body.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ning Fan noticed a chair formed from black mist had appeared beside him.

It had clearly just been condensed from the old woman's Spiritual Qi.

"Sit."

The old woman's voice was flat.

Ning Fan: "..."

Ning Fan: "..."

Ning Fan: "..."

Ning Fan sat down on the chair. Though only a moment had passed, he felt as if he had narrowly escaped death. His legs felt weak.

They were trembling faintly.

What the hell...

What did this mean!?

"Senior Dao Lord, if you have something to say, please just say it directly. My heart isn't too strong, and I can't handle this kind of torment."

Ning Fan said with a wry smile.

"..."

But clearly, the old woman had no intention of indulging Ning Fan's wishes. She flipped her palm, and a storage ring appeared in her withered, bark-like hand.

The old woman flicked her finger.

The storage ring traced a beautiful arc through the air, landing with perfect precision in Ning Fan's instinctively outstretched palm.

"Here are thirty thousand Spirit Stones."

"Do you want them?"

The old woman stared deeply at Ning Fan, a faint, barely perceptible smile curving the corner of her mouth. Her profound gaze seemed capable of piercing right through him.

"..."

Upon hearing that the storage ring in his hand contained thirty thousand Spirit Stones, Ning Fan's eyes widened involuntarily, and he swallowed hard.

That number was truly not small!!!

And Ning Fan...

Really did lack Spirit Stones.

Zhao Yan'er had previously given him a betrothal gift, and he had made some gains from his trip to Qihua Peak. However, during the two intense dual cultivation sessions that had elevated his mastery of the Spirit Marrow Saint-Piercing Method and the Yin Yang Profound Scripture, he had spent most of his wealth, leaving him once again in a state of Spirit Stone deficiency.

But...

For some reason, Ning Fan felt the storage ring in his hand was a little too hot to handle.

And so.

With a look of deep reluctance, Ning Fan placed the storage ring on the ground before him.

"Senior Dao Lord."

"If you cannot make things clear, this junior cannot afford to take this storage ring."

"..."

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