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“Uncle, I got this manual from Hong Ye, the sister of the Sacred Demonic Sect’s leader.”

“This nephew employed a few tricks to get Hong Ye to steal the secret manual,” Ning Shu boasted.

“Very good. Don’t tell anyone about this.” Zhao Bo put away the manual.

“Go and rest up. In a few days, all the sects and factions will gather, and then it will be up to you to lead these people.”

Ning Shu nodded. “Understood.”

Ning Shu left the study, glanced at the study door, and sneered inwardly.

Without a spiritual root, practicing this manual would be meaningless. That aside, only 90% of the forged manual she just handed over was real. Even with spiritual roots, the cultivator would probably suffer spiritual deviation after cultivating the manual.

Ning Shu headed back to her room. Suddenly, a figure jumped out of the rockery, seemingly wanting to scare Ning Shu. The figure was even groaning strangely.

Ning Shu kicked the person who suddenly appeared, and they fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhao Linger, the person, fell to the ground and was unable to get up. There was even blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

“Cough cough cough… You!” Zhao Linger’s face was contorted in pain.

“Ah, Linger, it’s you? I thought it was an assassin.” Ning Shu walked towards Zhao Linger and reached out to pull her up.

“Go away!” Zhao Linger pointed at Ning Shu.

“Junior Sister.” Some disciples from the Zhao Clan Stronghold came over and saw Zhao Linger lying on the ground. A disciple hurriedly helped her.

“Junior Sister, what happened to you?” The surrounding disciples asked Zhao Linger with deep concern.

When no one was around to comfort her, Zhao Linger did not cry. Now that there were people on her side, Zhao Linger suddenly felt wronged. Her tears fell like raindrops on pear blossoms as she cried.

Who would dare to treat her like this in the Zhao Clan Stronghold? Zhao Linger felt extremely wronged.

“Qi Yi, how can you bully your junior sister? As a man, you bullying a woman is really disgusting,” said a disciple. He was one of the distinguished young men that Ning Shu had met in the small town before.

“Senior Brother, can you help me teach him a lesson? He’s too much!” said Zhao Linger angrily as she pointed at Ning Shu.

“Then, Senior Brother Qi Yi, I apologize, but let us exchange a few blows. Junior Sister is a person protected by all the people of Zhao Clan Stronghold.” The disciple drew out his sword and said, “I ask Senior Brother Qi Yi to please accept this fight.”

Ning Shu glanced at Zhao Linger, who was still wiping tears. She stared at Ning Shu triumphantly through her fingers, like a mischievous spirit.

Ning Shu turned around and left. She couldn’t be bothered to deal with these people.

“Does this mean you admit defeat?” Zhao Linger put her hands on her hips. However, Ning Shu’s kick had seriously been painful. After she uttered a few words, she felt pain in her abdomen and solar plexus.

“What are you all doing here?”

Zhao Bo had come out of the study. He saw a group of people gathered together, and said imposingly, “You all think you’re already the greatest martial artist in the world, so you don’t need to go practice martial arts anymore?”

“Master.” One by one, these disciples clasped their fists and saluted.

Meanwhile, Ning Shu shouted, “Uncle.”

Hearing Ning Shu’s address, these disciples were taken aback for a moment. All of them turned to look towards Ning Shu.

Zhao Bo smiled and said, “Let me introduce him to all of you. This is Zhao Yi, a part of the Zhao Clan Stronghold. From now on, you are all part of the same generation of disciples.”

“Father, he hit me! He attacked me for no reason. I even coughed up blood!” complained Zhao Linger to her father as she stomped her feet.