The Ning Clan.

Ning Xiaohui had just taken a sip of tea when her expression suddenly changed drastically.

She dropped the cup and knelt on the ground, clutching her neck.

“I…I…” Ning Xiaohui couldn’t breathe, her face turning a terrifying shade of purplish-blue.

The tea numbed her nasal passages, mouth, and tongue. Corrosive froth filled her nostrils and mouth, suffocating her!

In the next moment, Ning Xiaohui reached out and dug fiercely.

She directly tore open her throat, blood flowing freely. But because of this, she managed to draw in fresh air again.

Ning Clan guards, hearing the commotion, were shocked by the scene and hurriedly reported it.

Ning Xiaohui wore a fierce expression, her hands poised, ready to unleash spells against anyone who dared approach her.

The Ning Clan guards didn’t dare act rashly. Only when Ning Xiaohui saw her grandmother appear did she relax her mind and fall unconscious.

Ning Zhuo’s courtyard.

Inside the cultivation chamber within the bedroom, Ning Zhuo was deep in concentration, his eyes tightly closed.

Drops of blood fell, staining his chest and the front of his robes crimson.

It was blood from his nose.

Ning Zhuo was giving his all, using the Mirror Platform Spirit Communication Art to observe, controlling Yuan Dasheng with his mind, and constantly manipulating the spiritual power within Dasheng’s body to cast spells.

When Yuan Dasheng crashed through the final gate, his body was covered in wounds.

Three fingers on his left hand were broken, and his right leg had almost been severed.

It was only when Ning Zhuo commanded Yuan Dasheng to retreat, all the way back to the maintenance room for self-repair, that he was able to continue exploring.

Although the puppet Ning Zhuo’s overall strength was less than Yuan Dasheng’s, the two were a perfect match. One in front, one behind; one attacking from afar, the other engaging in close combat. This resulted in a qualitative change in their combat power.

Relying on Yuan Dasheng alone to break through would have been much more difficult.

Yuan Dasheng bravely stormed through the three Buddhist gates and stood once again before the door to choose his rewards.

Without further ado, Ning Zhuo directly selected the “Samadhi Fire Nirvana Liberation Sutra” this time.

The contents of the Buddhist scripture rapidly flooded Ning Zhuo’s mind.

“Just as I suspected!”

Ning Zhuo was first elated, then stunned.

The scripture’s contents moved him deeply.

Suppressing his surging, complex emotions, he then commanded the Golden Blood Battle Ape, Dasheng, to push open the door and enter another hall, where he once again saw the three doors: Buddhist, Daoist, and Demonic.

The three doors required the cultivation of three peak Sixth Layer arts, beyond Yuan Dasheng’s capabilities.

Ning Zhuo then resonated with the Myriad Buddha Heart Demon Seal, allowing Yuan Dasheng to smoothly retreat from the level and enter the reward selection phase once more.

The Dragon-Turtle Fire Spirit was beyond furious.

In the past, Ning Zhuo had only cheated himself, but now even his mechanical puppet was cheating!

The Immortal Palace trembled, and Meng Kui made another move.

As a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, he was working himself to death, constantly worrying about the Immortal Palace going berserk, triggering a volcanic eruption that would lead to a massive disaster, causing widespread suffering.

Within the Immortal Palace, all was quiet and peaceful.

Ning Zhuo was even a little expectant.

“What to choose this time?”

“Hmm, are there still Illusory True Lotus Seeds?”

“If I’m not mistaken…”

Ning Zhuo pondered for a moment and once again selected the Illusory True Lotus Seed.

The second Illusory True Lotus Seed was delivered to his spiritual sea along the Thread of Fate.

It quickly merged with the previous Primordial Seed of Supernatural Power.

Soon, the lotus seed, which had only just sprouted, grew twice as tall after the fusion.

Seeing this, the Dragon-Turtle Fire Spirit’s anger subsided somewhat.

It hadn’t expected that after suffering a loss once, Ning Zhuo would still want to gamble.

Therefore, he had chosen the second Illusory True Lotus Seed.

All the Illusory True Lotus Seeds in the Lava Immortal Palace were imprinted with a portion of the essence of the Thread of Fate Supernatural Power.

The quantity was limited, first come, first served, but comprehending the supernatural power was incredibly difficult.

The Dragon-Turtle Fire Spirit gloated at Ning Zhuo’s choice.

Thus, to the City Lord’s bewildered gaze, the Lava Immortal Palace, which had been in turmoil just moments ago, suddenly calmed down.

“What exactly is going on with this Palace Spirit?” Meng Kui frowned, unable to understand.

Yuan Dasheng pushed open the door, then retreated to claim the reward again.

For the third time, Ning Zhuo still chose the Illusory True Lotus Seed.

Seeing this, the Dragon-Turtle Fire Spirit rolled around with laughter, its mocking echoes reverberating throughout the main hall.

For the fourth and final time.

Unable to continue, Ning Zhuo still chose the Illusory True Lotus Seed.

After three consecutive Illusory True Lotus Seeds were fused, the lotus seed’s sprout had grown into a small section of lotus root arm.

Accompanying this were massive insights, constantly impacting Ning Zhuo’s mind like a torrent.

Ning Zhuo quickly focused on comprehending them. In the process, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He was currently in his small cultivation chamber, surrounded by floating clouds that obscured his vision.

But Ning Zhuo turned his head, staring in a certain direction, his brow furrowed, a dark light flashing in his eyes.

At the courtyard gate, Ning Clan’s Qi Refining cultivators were patrolling.

Clatter, clatter, clatter.

A carriage seemed to have lost control and was rushing towards the small courtyard.

The Ning Clan cultivator first shouted a warning, then cast a spell.

But the spell couldn’t stop the carriage, which crashed heavily through the courtyard gate and into the yard.

Slightly adjusting its direction, it charged towards the bedroom where Ning Zhuo was located.

“Enemy attack!”

A Foundation Establishment cultivator descended from the sky, barely managing to block the carriage.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically.

Boom…

In the next moment, the carriage exploded, unleashing intense heat, and flames soared into the sky.

The blast wave surged outwards in all directions.

The explosion was a blinding white.

The roof of Ning Zhuo’s house was blown off first, then the walls collapsed. All the furniture and other furnishings inside the house were reduced to ashes in the explosion.

The violent explosion practically leveled the surrounding area.

In the smoke and dust, the Ning Clan guards regrouped. Only two Foundation Establishment cultivators remained; the other two Qi Refining cultivators had perished in the explosion.

One of the Foundation Establishment cultivators, the one who had appeared to intercept the carriage, was seriously injured.

But he disregarded his own injuries and frantically searched for Ning Zhuo’s whereabouts.

This was the target they had to protect!

But the previous house had disappeared, and even the small cultivation chamber that Ning Zhuo had just built was reduced to a small section of broken walls.

“It’s over, it’s over, Ning Zhuo is dead!”

“No, we still have hope.”

“Yes, yes, the basement, there’s a basement here.”

Thus, the two Ning Clan cultivators performed hand seals, frantically digging into the ground.

They quickly dug out a passage.

Entering the basement, they discovered that most of the framework was gone, and most of it had collapsed.

But what made them incredibly happy was that Ning Zhuo was indeed here.

“You’re still alive.”

“Thank goodness!”

The two Ning Clan Foundation Establishment cultivators were both on the verge of tears.

Ning Zhuo’s aura was weak, and he seemed to be injured: “Two clan brothers, let’s not talk about the others first, quickly set up a formation to protect me.”

“Also, quickly send a message to the family, asking them to send people to support us.”

The two Foundation Establishment cultivators snapped out of their daze, one of them nodding frantically: “Yes, yes, that’s what we should do.”

A temporary formation was set up, with Ning Zhuo inside the formation.

Outside the formation, the two Foundation Establishment guards dared not be careless in the slightest.

At the slightest sign of anything, they would unleash spells without hesitation at the first moment.

Soon after, the Ning Clan’s reinforcing cultivators arrived at the scene.

Ning Xiaoren took the lead, welcoming Ning Zhuo out of the formation: “Nephew, nephew, I was so worried when I heard the news of your attack, I was extremely anxious all the way here.”

“Fortunately, you’re blessed by the heavens and survived this fatal attack!”

“It was too dangerous!”

Ning Zhuo first bowed, and then asked: “Uncle Ning, the murderer is vicious and evil, he actually blew up my house, which my mother left to me, and now it’s a pile of ruins.”

“When will we be able to capture the demonic cultivator who attacked me?”

“If he’s not captured, I won’t be at peace for a moment.”

Ning Xiaoren looked troubled, weighing his words, and advised Ning Zhuo to be patient.

“For now, let’s escort you back to the family’s residence.”

“You can still live in my mansion, it will be much safer.”

This time, Ning Zhuo didn’t have much room to refuse.

But he thought about it and said: “Uncle Ning, I don’t want to always trouble you.”

“Speaking of which, when I was at the academy, I stayed at my uncle’s house!”

“Why don’t I go to my uncle’s house this time as well. Anyway, they are also in the inner circle of the family’s residence.”

Ning Xiaoren thought about it and nodded in agreement: “Alright. I won’t force you if you don’t get used to living with me.”

“I will send more guards to protect you day and night.”

“You may not know, the Qi Refining geniuses of the four major forces in Volcano Immortal City have all been assassinated, each with injuries. Ning Xiaohui is already unconscious. Your situation is still considered good.”

Ning Zhuo revealed a horrified expression, muttering in a low voice.

Ning Xiaoren sighed, his brow furrowed, full of worry.

End of chapter.