Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck Ning Fa's mind, and he thought of a possibility.
Could it be that Zhu Lingyun was pregnant after that time they were together?
Perhaps she had even given birth, which caused her cultivation to weaken or missed the opportunity to advance to the late stage.
Thinking of this, Ning Fa's eyes suddenly brightened.
He felt this possibility was not low.
After all, thinking back, his marriage to Zhu Lingyun was due to the special蛊虫 (gu worm) released by Huangfu Hong.
Her actions clearly had a deeper meaning, perhaps she wanted Zhu Lingyun to have a child.
Ning Fa couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
At this moment, Li Tieniu, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, "Martial Uncle, actually, there's another hidden story behind the deaths of some of our sect's Core Formation Elders."
As soon as Li Tieniu said this, everyone else fell silent, their eyes filled with grief, indignation, and hatred.
Ning Fa's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, and his sword brows furrowed. "Another hidden story? You mean they didn't die in the war against Tianli?"
Li Tieniu's face was full of hatred, and he said in a deep voice, "At least I can be sure that Martial Brothers Ji Yongchang and Ji Qingqing died because of True Lord Baidan. Even many Foundation Establishment stage clansmen of the Ji Family died consecutively because of him. Now, the Ji Family barely has any Foundation Establishment Cultivators left."
A terrifying killing intent flashed across Ning Fa's face, and he slowly said, "Is it because Martial Brother Ji Minxiong killed Chu Kai earlier, and True Lord Baidan didn't let it go, and then continued to retaliate?"
Ouyang Zhenhua sighed deeply, "Yes, that's exactly right.
Moreover, True Lord Baidan is not what he used to be. He advanced to the Mid Nascent Soul realm decades ago.
His alchemy skills have also improved, and he is now a Mid Fourth-grade Alchemist. Few in the entire Cangyuan can surpass his alchemy level. He is very important to the current Cangyuan, and his position is crucial.
His hatred for our Huayu Sect is even stronger and more obvious than that of those two Great Cultivators.
Although the deaths of Martial Brothers Ji Yongchang and Ji Qingqing appear to be accidental, we have found clues that all point to True Lord Baidan.
At that time, Martial Uncle Cang Lei specifically went to Tianyang Sect to demand an explanation, but he was already injured, and then he was severely injured by True Lord Tianyang."
"Good, good, good."
Ning Fa said these words repeatedly. His expression was incredibly calm, but anyone could tell that Ning Fa was like a volcano about to erupt.
A hint of worry flashed in Cheng Ziyi's eyes, and she quickly said, "Xiao Fa, you need to calm down.
Although Tianyang Sect has also lost their mountain gate, their strength is still there, and their overall strength is still very strong, even stronger than before.
The sect has several Nascent Soul Elders, and True Lord Tianyang is also a master on the Profound Ranking.
As long as the green hills are there, you don't have to worry about firewood. This matter can be investigated later."
Others also chimed in to persuade him.
Just then, a ball of fire suddenly appeared before Ouyang Zhenhua's eyes, and an anxious voice came from within:
"Fellow Daoist Ouyang, has Senior Cang Lei returned to the sect? Old Monster Wu has come to our doorstep, please ask Senior Cang Lei to come out and mediate."
Hearing this, Ning Fa's expression changed drastically.
He was very familiar with this voice; it was the voice of the Ning Family's First Elder, Ning Zhongyuan.
From the looks of it, a Nascent Soul cultivator had attacked the Ning Family's Clan Land.
He couldn't bother to ask for reasons and asked with eyes blazing like fire, "Where is the Ning Family's Clan Land now?"
Ouyang Zhenhua quickly stated a direction, which was three hundred li southwest of the current Huayu Peak.
Before Ouyang Zhenhua could finish speaking, with a burst of intense thunder, Ning Fa disappeared in a flash of silver lightning.
The few of them exchanged glances, and then Cheng Susu's escape light rose, and she immediately flew out of the hall. Cheng Ziyi followed closely behind, and the others immediately followed suit.
Ouyang Zhenhua lagged a step behind. He first sent out a Sound Transmission Talisman, and then said to Wen Hui, who was still in the hall, with a pleasant expression, "Martial Nephew Wen, I will have my disciples arrange a place for you to stay first."
"Thank you, Martial Uncle," Wen Hui said obediently.
Ouyang Zhenhua nodded, then hurried away.
At the same time, hundreds of miles away, there was a mountain over a thousand feet high, which was the Ning Family's new ancestral land, Changning Mountain.
At this moment, the entire mountaintop was covered by a colorful spiritual light shield, which was clearly a powerful formation.
Just then, a fierce whistling sound rang out.
A Bright Yellow Giant Seal, hundreds of feet large and resembling a mountain peak, suddenly smashed down. The spiritual light shield flickered violently and finally shattered layer by layer.
Soon, a group of figures flew up from the mountaintop.
The two leading figures were both Core Formation Cultivators. On the left was a tall old man with sunken eyes.
On the right was a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a black robe with a peculiar face.
These two were the Ning Family's two Core Formation Elders, Ning Zhongyuan and Ning Zhongjiu.
At this moment, both of them were looking at the group of people opposite them with anger.
Ning Zhongyuan shouted, "Senior Wu, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, you are bullying the weak and personally attacking my Ning Family's Clan Land. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Elder Council?"
Behind the two of them, there were over a hundred Ning Family disciples, whether they were Foundation Establishment or Qi Condensation stage clansmen. Although they were silent, their eyes were filled with anger and a willingness to die.
Opposite them, although there were only twenty to thirty cultivators, the leading one, a burly elder with golden hair all over his body, possessed an extremely powerful spiritual pressure. He was clearly a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
The five cultivators behind him also had spiritual lights flashing on their bodies. They were all Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and the rest were at least at the mid to late stages of Foundation Establishment.
The golden-haired old man raised one hand, and the incredibly powerful bright yellow giant seal that had been wreaking havoc shrunk to the size of an inch, 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 Elder Council.
Your Ning Family members secretly harmed one of my Wu Family's Foundation Establishment seeds, yet you refuse to admit guilt and are even harboring the murderer. So, I can only take action myself to apprehend them.
Even if this matter is brought before the Elder Council, I will have a valid reason to speak.
I'll ask again, are you handing over the murderer or not?"
At this moment, Ning Zhongjiu stepped forward and said righteously, "Wu Haoming massacred over a dozen of my Ning Family members. This person deserves death, he should be killed!"
The golden-haired old man heard this and immediately burst into laughter, then looked at the Ning Family members with a chilling expression. "Well said, 'deserves death'! Then all of your Ning Family members also deserve death!
I will use the blood of your Ning Family to pay respects to my grandson's spirit in heaven!"
At this moment, Ning Zhongyuan also took a deep breath and shouted, "Old Monster Wu, if you have the guts, then make your move. My Ning Family's blood is inexhaustible!
When my Ning Family Ancestor returns, he will surely make your Wu Family's blood flow like a river, leaving no one alive!"
"Ning Family Ancestor..." The golden-haired old man heard this, and a name immediately flashed in his mind.
A hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes, but he immediately sneered.
"This is truly laughable. Someone who has been dead for decades is still being used to scare me. Today, I will first make your Ning Family's blood flow like a river!"
Before his voice even fell, the old man tossed the bright yellow giant seal in his hand into the air again.
Instantly, the seal enlarged to a hundred zhang in size amidst intense spiritual light, emitting a terrifying pressure as it smashed towards the Ning Family members.
The Wu Family cultivators behind him also unleashed their respective magic treasures and magic tools, also preparing to attack.
The Ning Family members all had expressions of facing death with no regrets. Even those Qi Condensation disciples had unleashed their low-grade magic tools and low-grade talismans, ready to fight to the death for their family.
Looking at the bright yellow giant seal flying from the sky, which seemed unstoppable, Ning Zhongyuan and Ning Zhongjiu exchanged glances, seeing the reluctance in each other's eyes.
It wasn't reluctance to give up their own lives, but rather reluctance to leave this family.
Ning Zhongyuan sighed softly, "It's a pity I won't see Little Fa return.
Let's go, Zhongjiu, let us fight our last battle for the family!"
Ning Zhongjiu nodded heavily, then, holding a dark black long sword, he charged towards the bright yellow giant seal without hesitation.
Ning Zhongyuan also unleashed intense spiritual light around his body, and similarly, like a moth flying into a flame, he met the attack.
With a violent roar, under the single strike of the bright yellow giant seal, both of them spat blood and were sent flying backward.
The golden-haired old man sneered, formed a hand seal, and was about to launch another attack to completely end the lives of these two.
Just then, a long-browed old man behind him whispered, "Ancestor, it's best to keep their lives. Don't forget about Ning Huarong..."
Upon hearing this, the golden-haired old man's face immediately showed hesitation, and apprehension flashed in his eyes.
He then coldly snorted, "Even if I can't kill them, I will make sure they can't get out of bed for several years."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bright yellow giant seal immediately shone brightly and flew towards Ning Zhongyuan and the other two again.
But just then, a strange sound of wind and thunder suddenly rang out.
Immediately after, within a silver streak of lightning, a figure strangely appeared.
It was Ning Fa.
He looked coldly at the bright yellow giant seal that was smashing towards him, his face expressionless. He suddenly raised his hand to grab it, and the bright yellow giant seal immediately flew towards him as if out of control.
The golden-haired old man's expression changed drastically. He frantically channeled his magic power, trying to regain control of his magic treasure.
However, the bright yellow giant seal seemed to be bound by an invisible force, and it continued to fly towards Ning Fa with its spiritual light flashing wildly.
Ning Fa's eyes flashed with a cold light, and surging silver lightning erupted from his hand, instantly covering the entire bright yellow giant seal.
Visibly, this incredibly powerful seal began to melt in the lightning.
In just a few short breaths, it had vanished without a trace.
"Ah! My magic treasure!" The golden-haired old man's face suddenly turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Although this treasure was not his Natal Magic Treasure, it still consumed his years of painstaking effort to refine it. Now that it had been destroyed so violently, he was seriously injured.
He looked at the suddenly appearing Ning Fa with a look of horror and shouted, "Who are you?"
The other Wu family members also put away their magic treasures and magic tools in fear. The vast battlefield suddenly fell silent.
Ning Zhongyuan, Ning Zhongjiu, and the many Ning Family members looked at the silver figure that had suddenly appeared in the sky, and they froze like statues, disbelief filling their eyes.
Two beautiful women among them instantly burst into tears, looking at the figure in the sky with blurry eyes.
These two women were Ning Shaohong and Wei Shiqin, whom they hadn't seen in a long time.
A middle-aged man with a face full of scars, though tears were streaming down his face, grinned broadly. He was Ning Fa's third uncle, Ning Hongye.
A man in his forties, dressed in a long gown with a resolute expression, also had tears streaming down his face. He was Ning Fa's cousin, Ning Zifeng.