Longevity Thunder Ancestor

Chapter 380 Heavy Casualties
Ning Fa also smiled happily and stretched out his right arm to hug Ning Shaohong tighter.

Ning Huarong, who was standing next to them, looked at the two of them with disdain, then flew away with a pout.

Not far away, many of the Ning family members were ecstatic at this moment, crying with joy and cheering loudly.

Among the crowd were Ning Xiuying and Ning Zonglie, two old friends of Ning Fa.

Ning Zonglie wiped the blood off his face with his right hand, which only had two fingers left. He grinned and laughed, his smile full of emotion.

He could still vividly remember Ningfa asking him for help several years ago.

At that time, Ningfa was still very weak, at the bottom of the valley, and his future was bleak.

Unexpectedly, in less than ten years, he has grown to this point.

Now he has turned the tide and saved his family from genocide.

Ning Xiuying was wearing a long-sleeved dress, which made her originally hot figure less visible.

There was a hint of gloom in her beautiful eyes. She felt that there was a huge gap between her status and that of Ning Fa, and at this moment she did not dare to step forward to meet him.

Ning Zifeng, Ning Baiquan and other relatives from the same branch of the Ning-Fa clan, as well as uncle Xu Changtai, cousin Xu Guanting and other members of the Xu family were ecstatic and their eyes were filled with tears of excitement.

Not far away, Ning Nanqing couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

A hideous scar appeared on his originally handsome face, running from his left lip to his right eyebrow, making his expression look somewhat hideous.

His left palm was empty, obviously having been cut off.

He opened his mouth wide and tried to laugh, but couldn't. Tears welled up in his tiger eyes and he murmured, "Sister, it's a pity that you can't wait for him to come back."

Dozens of monks in uniform gathered together, and their faces were filled with excitement when they saw Ning Fa returning.

They are all members of the Meng family. After the Meng family was destroyed, they became vassal families of the Ning family.

After the Ning family moved south, they had no choice but to follow.

Because of the relationship between Meng Ruoqi and Ning Fa, they naturally regarded Ning Fa as their backbone.

A young man in black in the center of the crowd looked at Ning Fa from afar, a hint of longing appearing on his resolute face.

This person is Meng Ruoqi's younger brother Meng Ruofu.

Shortly after.

In the family meeting hall in the center of Huisha Island, six foundation-building cultivators of the Ning family gathered together.

Ning Fa looked around at everyone, a look of relief in his eyes.

Fortunately, they arrived not too late. Although several foundation-building elders of the family were seriously injured, they were all still alive.

But when he looked at everyone carefully, he frowned.

I saw the great elder Ning Zhongyuan. He was originally tall and fat, and always had a cheerful smile on his face, but his forbearance and ruthlessness were so deep that even Ning Fa admired him deeply.

After enduring for more than ten years and making secret plans, he almost destroyed the Xue family.

It’s a pity that man proposes, God disposes, and we failed at the last moment.

Now he has become thin and even makes Ningfa feel a little unfamiliar.

His eye sockets were sunken, his eyes were bloodshot, the light in his eyes was dim, and his breath was stagnant.

It was obvious that he had been exhausted and worked hard over the past few years, and he seemed to have suffered serious injuries. His spirit was now much weaker than before.

Moreover, Ning Fa had a vague feeling that it was not just a simple injury, but that his foundation might have been damaged.

If this is true, then his hope of forming a pill is almost gone.

As for the unruly and overbearing third elder Ning Zhongjiu, his face was still ancient and majestic, dignified and domineering, but now he looked more weathered and experienced.

Moreover, his aura was deteriorating instead of improving. With his aptitude, he had a hope of reaching the Jindan stage, but now, because of his family's crisis, he had lost the precious opportunity for cultivation.

Needless to say, his third uncle Ning Hongye had lost an arm, which severely hindered his career. He was originally handsome and elegant, but now his face showed signs of old age. Only Ning Shaohong was still in good condition, or even better, and was obviously well protected by his family.

Ning Fa was silent for a moment, then he flicked his sleeves and four pill bottles flew towards Ning Zhongyuan and others.

A pure medicinal fragrance emanated from it, and it turned out to be a second-level healing elixir.

The few of them hesitated for a moment, then took the medicine without rejection. Their originally declining aura gradually improved.

After more than half a month of fighting all night long, their second-level recovery pills had long been used up, and they could only use some first-level recovery pills, which were only a drop in the bucket. Most of the time, they could only use their bodies to endure.

"What is going on? Why did the four families of Guan, Liu, Feng and Cao suddenly gather together to attack our Ning family? I remember Uncle San said before that these four families also have a blood feud with each other and are also fighting non-stop, right?"

Ning Fa asked in confusion.

There was a hint of color on Ning Zhongyuan's pale face.

He did not answer directly, but asked slowly: "Xiao Fa, since Hongye saw you in Hei Ze Xiancheng last time, Luo Xingjun from Wan Fa Men has stopped causing trouble for our Ning family. Did you secretly help with this?"

Ning Fa nodded and said, "Yes, I asked Senior Sister Duanmu for help to restrict Luo Xingjun."

After saying that, Ning Fa frowned, "Great Elder, do you mean that those four families were secretly instigated by Luo Xingjun?"

Ning Zhongyuan smiled bitterly:
"Yes, only Luo Xingjun has the ability to bring the four families together to attack our Ning family, and he does so without regard for casualties."

There was murderous intent in Ning Fa's eyes.

Luo Xingjun really deserves to die. He was restricted from taking direct action against the Ning family, but he ended up resorting to this strategy of killing someone with a borrowed knife.

If he had come a day or two later, the Ning family would probably have fallen.

Even if some tribesmen could escape, I'm afraid most of them would die in the battle.

Seeing Ning Fa's unhappy expression, Ning Zhongyuan advised: "Luo Xingjun is a true disciple of Wanfa Sect, his strength and background are extraordinary.

Xiaofa and Huarong, the two of you should not fight against each other with your own impulses."

Ning Huarong snorted, which was considered as her agreement.

Ning Fa's eyes flickered.

He will keep this great grudge against Luo Xingjun in mind for now, and he will have to pay it back in the future.

At this time, an old man with white hair and beard but a strong look walked in.

This person is Ning Yaozu, the sixth elder of the Ning family. Ning Nanqing and Ning Wanyun, who have some friendship with Ning Fa, are his direct descendants.

Ning Yaozu bowed to everyone, then said to Ning Zhongyuan with a face full of sorrow: "Great Elder, the casualty report is out. This time, the casualties of our Ning family members...are heavy."

After saying that, Ning Yaozu handed a jade slip to Ning Zhongyuan.

At this time, he was already in tears and unable to suppress his grief.

Ning Zhongyuan's spiritual consciousness swept over the jade slip, and his body trembled suddenly, and he closed his eyes in pain.

After reading the contents of the jade slip, the other foundation-building elders also fell silent, with sad expressions on their faces.

After Ning Fa finished reading it, his face suddenly darkened.

This jade slip contains a densely packed list of casualties.

During the fierce battle that lasted for more than half a month, 160 members of the Ning family who were in the Qi training stage were killed, and now there are only about 110 members in the Qi training stage left.

Among the surviving members of the tribe, many were seriously injured, with broken limbs, and had no hope of practicing in the future.

You know, when the Ning family was at its peak, there were nearly 500 Qi-cultivating monks.

As a result, after migrating south to the poor and remote Black Water Lake, the tribe suffered repeated losses, with less than three hundred monks left.

Now that they are being attacked by the four families, the number of tribe members has been reduced by more than half.

(End of this chapter)