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Chapter 685 The Best Ancestor
"Don't worry, we won't have that day."

Ning Daoran said calmly, "If such a day really comes, you don't have to die with me. If I, Ning Daoran, am destined to die, I hope that you can live well, either by hiding in the mountains to enjoy the rest of your life, or by dominating the world of immortal cultivation. You shouldn't die with me."

"Ouch~~~"

The big stupid deer called out, but didn't say anything.

Ning Daoran began to do things step by step.

He took off the Sumeru Cave Heaven, storage ring, storage bag and other things from Gui Zang Zhenjun's waist, then looked at the corpses of the two snow wolves, considering for a long time whether to take the demon pill.

Finally decided to give up, it doesn't matter to me.

The next moment, he used his magical power to wrap up the bodies of Gui Zang Zhenjun and the two wolves, and then asked everyone to return to Lingpu Cave Heaven, and then returned to Shenye Sect.

……

An hour later.

In Shenye Sect, the war has stopped.

Previously, the reason why the North Sea monks' army launched the offensive was because of the arrival of Guizang Zhenjun. Now that Guizang Zhenjun has gone far away, everyone has once again become cautious and no one wants to offend Taixu Guiyi.

"Bang~~~"

An extremely powerful wave of air exploded above everyone's heads.

Ning Daoran appeared outside the formation and stood above a group of North Sea monks.

"he……"

Someone asked in surprise: "Wasn't Senior Gui Zang hunting this person? How come he came back alive?"

"I wait……"

Everyone hesitated, not knowing whether they should take action.

Ning Daoran just looked at the crowd calmly, and finally said loudly: "Among you...are there any disciples or descendants of Guizang Zhenjun? Who has the highest cultivation level among them?!"

A group of people were slightly moved. Among them, a woman in the early stage of Yuanying fled into the sky. She looked like a beautiful middle-aged woman. She said, "You...what did you do to my father?"

It turned out that she was the daughter of Gui Zang Zhenjun.

"Humph!"

Ning Daoran snorted coldly: "The battle between me and True Lord Guizang in the outer sea has come to an end. As for the result, you should already know it from my standing here."

"How can it be……"

Several young disciples looked sad: "Ancestor... Ancestor is the strongest Nascent Soul in our Beihai Immortal Cultivation World... How could he be defeated by you?"

"Humph!"

Ning Daoran sneered and said, "I didn't come here to tell you this, but to bring you the last wish of Daoist Fellow Gui Zang."

"you……"

The beautiful woman gritted her teeth and said, "Daoyou, tell me, what did Daddy say before he left?"

"Fellow Daoist Guizang hopes that you can bring his body back to the North Sea Cultivation Realm and bury his body in the sect. Other than that, he has no other last wishes. Oh, and his two snow wolf spirit beasts must also be buried beside him."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved, and the bodies of Gui Zang Zhenjun and the two snow wolves were rolled out from the Lingpu Cave.

It was not until they saw the corpse that a group of North Sea monks accepted the reality.

"Ancestor!"

"The two wolf ancestors actually..."

Many disciples knelt down directly.

"Daddy..."

The beautiful woman used her magical power to hold the body of Guizang Zhenjun in her arms, tears streaming down her face.

"I have brought Brother Guizang's last wish. You can choose your own way."

Ning Daoran floated up and was about to leave.

In fact, he fabricated the last wish of Gui Zang Zhenjun out of goodwill and consideration. On the one hand, if all of Gui Zang Zhenjun's disciples left, it would reduce the defensive pressure on Shenye Sect. In addition, it would also be able to preserve Gui Zang Zhenjun's descendants. This was a win-win move.

"You killed Daddy, we will never give up!"

The beautiful woman suddenly said with a stern look.

"Oh?"

Ning Daoran turned and looked at her with contempt in his eyes, then turned away, but quietly sent a message to the beautiful woman:

“I made an agreement with Daoist Gui Zang that no matter who wins, we will give the other a dignified ending. Daoist Gui Zang lost, so I followed the agreement and gave him and the two snow wolves an intact body. In fact, Daoist Gui Zang and the two snow wolves died by severing their own heart meridians and burning their Nascent Souls. Ning did not do anything about it. I hope you will let go of your hatred and return to the North Sea with your clansmen and disciples.

With the body of Fellow Daoist Gui Zang here, I think the people in charge of the North Sea's immortal cultivation world will not make things too difficult for you. In this way, the power of your lineage can be preserved. You don't have to have any illusions. The East Wilderness' immortal cultivation world is not as weak as you think. The North Sea cannot win, so leaving now will be the best outcome for you.

That’s all I have to say. I feel that I have a connection with fellow Daoist Gui Zang, so I have said so much. As for the choice, it’s all up to you. I hope you will do your best and don’t make mistakes.”

As he spoke, Ning Daoran raised his hand and flicked open a corner of the Taixu Guiyi Formation and flew into the formation.

……

"Grandpa!"

In the formation, a beautiful figure floated over, it was Chen Xiyao.

She looked at Ning Daoran's condition with concern and found that although he was injured, it was not fatal, so she felt relieved.

"I am fine."

Ning Daoran touched Chen Xiyao's head, just like he touched Xiao Hehua's head back then.

"Greetings to Ning Zu!"

At this time, Huang Gang, Han Wanying, and Zhou Tieshu led a group of Chaos Sect disciples to pay a visit.

Although Ning Daoran had arrived at Shenye Sect these days, he had been busy setting up formations and discussing the defense of Shenye Sect with Zhenjun Jinye and Zhenjun Wanhua. Therefore, he had no time to meet this group of disciples from Chaos Sect. It was not until this time that everyone had the opportunity to come and meet him.

"Ok!"

Ning Daoran smiled and said, "Everyone has come thousands of miles to help the Shenye Sect on behalf of the Qingzhou Xiuxian World and tried their best to protect the Shenye Sect. Thank you for your hard work!"

A group of Chaos Sect disciples all smiled. In the past few days, they had experienced a lot of things. They had experienced being attacked by the monks from the North Sea in the open sea, they had experienced a bloody battle with the opponents at the gate of the Shenye Sect, and they had also experienced the tragic death of their fellow disciples in front of them.

At this moment, the old ancestor Ning Daoran's words "thank you for your hard work" were better than a thousand words.

"Fellow Daoist Ning!"

True Lord Jinye stepped forward, clasped his fists and said, "Fellow Daoist Ning is unparalleled in combat power. I have really admired him. True Lord Guizang is said to be the number one Nascent Soul in the North Sea Cultivation World. I didn't expect that he was killed by Fellow Daoist Ning. I admire him very much!"

"It was just a fluke."

Ning Daoran said: "Master Guizang is too old and lacks strength. Otherwise, I would definitely not win."

Zhenjun Jinye and Zhenjun Wanhua smiled and nodded, but each of them had a scale in their hearts to judge the truth.

……

Not long after, the descendants of Gui Zang Zhenjun seemed to have a plan.

The beautiful woman brought a group of people and exchanged greetings with another great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, then left.

Ning Daoran felt slightly relieved. It seemed that his words had worked. After the forces of Gui Zang Zhenjun's lineage left, the number of troops besieging Shenye Sect was reduced by at least one-fifth. This was a good thing.

Outside the Taixu Guiyi Formation, the offensive of the North Sea monks' army gradually weakened, and finally only some sporadic attacks remained, which could basically be ignored.

"Friend Daoist Ning."

Master Wan Hua bowed and saluted, with a happy smile on his face: "It seems that there will be no more wars outside the Shenye Sect in the short term. Since you are already injured, my brother and I have arranged a cave for you to rest and practice."

"Oh?"

Ning Daoran smiled and said, "That's great. Please lead the way, Daoist Wanhua!"

"Well, fellow Taoist, please follow me."

……

On top of the main peak.

In front of a fifth-grade cave, Ning Daoran was surprised: "There aren't many fifth-grade caves like this in the entire Shenye Sect, right?"

"Yes, three in total."

Master Wan Hua smiled and said, "My senior brother and I each occupy one cave. The remaining cave is usually used to entertain distinguished guests or when a disciple in the sect is trying to condense his infant. This cave is quiet and elegant, and is always empty. Please don't worry, Brother Ning, just stay here. As long as Brother Ning is in Shenye Sect, this cave will belong to him."

With such a high standard, it seemed that Shen Ye Zong had already regarded himself as a most distinguished guest.

Ning Daoran nodded: "I do need to heal my wounds. Thank you very much, Daoist Wanhua. Please also help me convey my gratitude to Daoist Jinye."

"Fellow Daoist Ning is so polite."

Master Wanhua smiled faintly: "Don't worry, stay here."

"it is good!"

That night, Ning Daoran's cave was brightly lit, and outside the cave, he set up dozens of long tables, placed many benches, and then released several first-class paper figures to help him and the big stupid deer cook.

Then, under the huge bamboo forest outside the cave, the smell of smoke rose up and the aroma of food spread to all the peaks.

Afterwards, Chen Xiyao, Huang Gang, Han Wanying and others came with a group of Chaos Sect disciples. At this time, there were only seven or eight hundred Chaos Sect disciples left, and they were all eating here.

Ning Daoran hosted the entire dinner and rewarded everyone well.

After the dinner, bonfires were lit in the open space and everyone started barbecuing and drinking.

"Xiyao."

While the big stupid deer was enjoying the barbecue, Ning Daoran looked at Chen Xiyao. He released his Nascent Soul consciousness and scanned Chen Xiyao's body...

"Grandpa..."

Chen Xiyao's pretty face flushed.

"you are like……"

Ning Daoran frowned and said, "It seems like you have a chance to condense your infant."

"Grandpa, is it true?" Chen Xiyao was overjoyed.

"Ah."

Ning Daoran raised his hand and took out a bottle of Condensing Infant Pills and handed it to her, saying, "There are four Condensing Infant Pills in this bottle. You, Huang Gang, Han Wanying, and Zhou Tieshu each get one. In addition, I have a lower-grade spiritual treasure here, a sword with thunder attribute, which is very compatible with your third-grade thunder spiritual root. You can refine it and nurture it as your life object. It can probably increase your chances of Condensing Infant by 10 to 20 percent."

"Thank you, Grandfather!"

Chen Xiyao nodded repeatedly.

"As for you guys."

Ning Daoran looked at the remaining group of Chaos Sect's Jindan, and treasures flew out of his storage rings one by one. He said, "For those above the middle Jindan stage, each person will receive a low-grade spiritual treasure as an encouragement."

Everyone was shocked.

Then Ning Daoran continued to divide the treasure.

He had accumulated so many treasures over the years that he could hardly use them all up.

So, beside the campfire, you can see the old man taking things out one by one.

"A third-level mid-grade magic flying sword, does anyone want it?"

"Here is a lower-grade magic tripod with wood attributes. Does anyone want it?"

"I have a lower-grade magic handkerchief here. Does anyone want it? Sit down, boy. Why would a man like you need a handkerchief? Don't worry. I have plenty of magic weapons. As long as you are at a high enough level, you can get one."

Afterwards, Ning Daoran distributed spiritual weapons, magical tools, etc. in batches, and he accumulated too many of them. Now that he saw this group of descendants of the Chaos Sect, he could just deal with these stockpiled goods.

……

For a moment, outside the bamboo forest, a group of disciples from the Steel Sect and the Star-Moon Pavilion were stunned.

"Hi!"

A female disciple from the Xingyue Pavilion slapped her thigh until it turned red, and said in annoyance: "Why is this ancestor not ours!?"

(End of this chapter)