Longevity Thunder Ancestor

Chapter 910 Rage Soars to the Sky
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Ning Fa's mind, and he realized a possibility.

Could it be that Zhu Lingyun got pregnant after that lovemaking?

She might even give birth, which could weaken her cultivation or delay her chance to advance to the later stages.

Thinking of this, Ning Fa's eyes suddenly lit up.

He felt that the possibility was not low.

Looking back now, I realize that my marriage to Zhu Lingyun was actually due to the special Gu worm that Huangfu Hong released.

Her actions were clearly deliberate; she might have wanted Zhu Lingyun to give birth to the child.

Thinking of this, Ning Fa couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

At this moment, Li Tieniu, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "Uncle-Master, there are actually other hidden reasons behind the fall of some Core Formation elders in our sect."

Upon hearing Li Tieniu's words, the others fell silent, their eyes filled with grief, indignation, and hatred.

Ning Fa's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, and his brows furrowed as he asked, "Is there another hidden story? Could it be that they didn't perish in the war against Tian Li?"

Li Tieniu's face was full of hatred as he said in a deep voice, "At least I can be sure that Senior Brother Ji Yongchang and Senior Sister Ji Qingqing died because of True Monarch Baidan. Many Foundation Establishment stage members of the Ji family also died tragically because of this. Now the Ji family doesn't even have many Foundation Establishment cultivators left."

A chilling murderous intent flashed across Ning Fa's face as he slowly said, "Is it because Junior Brother Ji Minxiong killed Chu Kai before, and True Monarch Baidan didn't let it go and continued to retaliate?"

Ouyang Zhenhua sighed, "That's right, exactly."

Moreover, True Monarch Baidan is different from the past; he had already advanced to the mid-Nascent Soul stage decades ago.

Furthermore, his alchemy skills have improved significantly, and he has already reached the mid-stage of the fourth rank. Few in the entire Cangyuan can surpass his alchemy level, making him even more important and holding a pivotal position in Cangyuan today.

His hatred for our Huayu Sect was even stronger and more obvious than that of those two great cultivators.

Although the deaths of junior brothers and sisters Ji Yongchang and Ji Qingqing seem to be just accidents, we have discovered some clues that all point to True Monarch Baidan.

Uncle-Master Cang Lei went to the Tianyang Sect specifically to demand an explanation, but he was already injured, and was then severely injured by True Monarch Tianyang.

"Good, good, good."

Ning Fa said these words in a row, his expression was extremely calm, but anyone could see that Ning Fa was like a volcano about to erupt.

A look of worry flashed in Cheng Ziyi's eyes, and she quickly said, "Xiao Fa, you need to calm down."

Although the Tianyang Sect has lost its mountain gate, its strength remains, and its overall strength is still very strong, even surpassing its former glory.

There are several Nascent Soul elders in the sect, and True Monarch Tianyang is also a master ranked on the Profound List.

"As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn; this matter can be addressed later."

Others also offered their advice.

Just then, a flash of light appeared before Ouyang Zhenhua's eyes, followed by an anxious voice:

"Fellow Daoist Ouyang, has Senior Cang Lei returned to his sect? Old Monster Wu has come knocking on our door. We request Senior Cang Lei to intervene and mediate."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fa's expression immediately changed.

He recognized the voice; it was the voice of Ning Zhongyuan, the eldest elder of the Ning family.

Judging from this, it turns out that a Nascent Soul cultivator has actually invaded the Ning family's territory.

He didn't bother to ask the reason, and asked with eyes blazing with anger, "Where is the Ning family's territory now?"

Ouyang Zhenhua quickly gave a location, which was about 300 li southwest of Huayu Peak.

Before Ouyang Zhenhua could finish speaking, Ning Fa vanished in a flash of silver lightning amidst a deafening roar of thunder.

The group exchanged glances, and then Cheng Susu's body emitted a burst of light, immediately flying out of the hall. Cheng Ziyi followed closely behind, and the others followed immediately as well.

Ouyang Zhenhua lagged behind. He first sent out a transmission talisman, then said to Wen Hui, who was still in the hall, with a gentle smile, "Nephew Wen, I will have my disciples arrange accommodations for you."

"Thank you, Senior Uncle," Wen Hui said obediently.

Ouyang Zhenhua nodded, and then hurriedly left.

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, there is a mountain over a thousand feet high, which is Changning Mountain, the new ancestral home of the Ning family.

At this moment, the entire mountaintop was shrouded in a colorful protective shield of spiritual light, clearly a powerful array.

Just then, a loud whistling sound rang out.

A massive, bright yellow seal, hundreds of feet in size and as large as a mountain, crashed down. The protective aura of spiritual light flickered violently, but ultimately shattered layer by layer.

Soon a figure soared up from the mountaintop.

The two leading figures were both Core Formation cultivators, while the one on the left was a tall, elderly man with deep-set eyes.

On the right is a man in his forties wearing a black robe and with an unusual face.

These two were none other than Ning Zhongyuan and Ning Zhongjiu, two Core Formation elders of the Ning family.

At this moment, both of them were looking angrily at the group of people opposite them.

Ning Zhongyuan shouted, "Senior Wu, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, you bully the weak and personally attack my Ning family's territory. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the elders?"

Behind the two, there were hundreds of Ning family members, whether they were in the Foundation Establishment or Qi Refining stage. Although they were all silent, their eyes were full of anger and a willingness to die.

Although there were only twenty or thirty cultivators opposite them, the leader, a burly, imposing old man with golden hair, possessed an extremely powerful spiritual pressure, clearly a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages. The five cultivators behind him also shimmered with spiritual light, clearly Core Formation cultivators, while the others were at least in the mid-to-late Foundation Establishment stage.

The blond old man simply raised one hand, and the incredibly powerful bright yellow seal that had just been so fierce shrunk to about an inch in size, hovering in his hand.

He looked at the Ning family members opposite him, a cold smile appearing on his face: "Don't try to scare me with the Elders' Council."

Your Ning family members murdered a Core Formation seed of my Wu family, yet you refuse to confess and even harbor the murderer. I have no choice but to take matters into my own hands and capture him.

Even if this matter is taken to the elders' council, I still have a valid argument.

I'll ask you one more time, will you hand over the murderer or not?

At this moment, Ning Zhongjiu stepped forward and said with emotion, "Wu Haoming has slaughtered more than a dozen members of my Ning family. This man deserves to die!"

Upon hearing this, the blond elder burst into laughter, then looked at the Ning family members with a chilling expression and said, "What a fine way to say 'deserves to die'! Then all of you Ning family members deserve to die too!"

"I will use the blood of your Ning family to appease my grandson's spirit in heaven!"

At this moment, Ning Zhongyuan also took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "Old ghost Wu, if you have the ability, then make a move! The blood of the Ning family will never run dry!"
"When my Ning family patriarch returns, he will make sure your Wu family sheds rivers of blood, leaving not a single one alive!"

"The Ning family patriarch..." Upon hearing this, a name flashed through the golden-haired elder's mind.

A look of apprehension flashed in his eyes, but he immediately let out a cold laugh.

"How ridiculous! You've been dead for decades, yet you still dare to use this to scare me. Today, I'll make sure your Ning family bleeds like a river!"

Before he finished speaking, the old man tossed the bright yellow seal in his hand into the air.

Instantly, the seal expanded to a hundred feet in size amidst intense spiritual light, radiating terrifying pressure as it crashed down upon the Ning family.

The Wu family cultivators behind him also unleashed their respective magic weapons and artifacts, preparing to make their move.

The Ning family members all wore expressions of resignation to their fate. Even the Qi Refining disciples brought out their low-level magic weapons and talismans, ready to fight to the death for their family.

Looking at the unstoppable bright yellow seal flying through the air, Ning Zhongyuan and Ning Zhongjiu exchanged a glance, both seeing the reluctance in each other's eyes.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to give up his own life, but that he couldn't bear to leave his family.

Ning Zhongyuan sighed softly, "It's a pity we won't see Xiao Fa return."

"Let's go, Zhong Jiu, let's fight one last battle for our family!"

Ning Zhong nodded repeatedly, then, holding a dark black longsword, charged towards the bright yellow seal without hesitation.

Ning Zhongyuan, too, was radiating intense spiritual light, and like a moth drawn to a flame, he rushed forward.

With a deafening roar, both men were sent flying backward, coughing up blood, by the blow from the bright yellow seal.

The blond old man sneered, made a hand seal, and was about to deliver another blow to end the lives of the two men.

Just then, an old man with long eyebrows behind him whispered, "Ancestor, it's best to spare their lives. Don't forget about Ning Huarong..."

Upon hearing this, the blond old man hesitated, a look of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

He then snorted coldly, "Even if I can't kill them, I'll make sure they can't get out of bed for years."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bright yellow seal shone brightly and flew towards Ning Zhongyuan and the other person again.

But just then, a strange sound of wind and thunder suddenly rang out.

Immediately following, a figure appeared eerily in a flash of silver lightning.

It was none other than Ning Fa.

He stared coldly at the bright yellow seal that was hurtling towards him, his face expressionless. Suddenly, he raised his hand and grabbed it, and the bright yellow seal flew towards him as if it were out of control.

The blond old man's expression changed drastically, and he surged with magical power, trying to regain control of his magical artifact.

However, the bright yellow seal seemed to be bound by an invisible barrier, and still flew to Ning Fa's side with a burst of spiritual light.

A cold glint flashed in Ning Fa's eyes, and a surge of silver lightning erupted from his hand, instantly covering the entire bright yellow seal.

Visibly, this incredibly powerful seal melted away amidst the lightning.

In just a few breaths, it vanished into nothingness.

"Ah! My magic weapon!" The blond old man's face suddenly turned pale, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Although this treasure was not his natal magic weapon, it had still taken him many years of painstaking refinement. Now that it had been destroyed so violently, he was seriously injured.

He stared in horror at Ning Fa, who had suddenly appeared, and shouted, "Who are you?"

The other members of the Wu family, also in fear, quickly put away their magical treasures and artifacts, and the vast battlefield suddenly fell silent.

Ning Zhongyuan, Ning Zhongjiu, and many other members of the Ning family stared at the silver figure that suddenly appeared in the air, frozen in place like statues, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Two of the beautiful women burst into tears instantly, their eyes blurred as they stared at the figure in the air.

The two women were Ning Shaohong and Wei Shiqin, whom they hadn't seen for a long time.

A middle-aged man with a face full of scars was laughing heartily despite tears streaming down his face. He was Ning Hongye, Ning Fa's third uncle.

A man in his forties, dressed in a long gown and with a resolute expression, was also in tears. He was Ning Zifeng, Ning Fa's cousin.

(End of this chapter)