Chapter 2280

“You demonic temptress! Not only did you injure my nephew, but you’re even trying to slander him like this!”

Ning Shu raised her chin and rolled her eyes. “Do you dare to say that your nephew is an elegant, poised, upright gentleman, then?”

“You—I, as the sect head, am going to avenge my nephew today and destroy you, you witch!” The head of the Mount Song School was about to rush toward Ning Shu but was stopped by the others.

Ning Shu cracked her neck. “Come on.”

“Young Miss, there are so many of them. We probably won’t be able to beat them,” Mei Wu said, holding the fruit plate.

“I’ll clean them in one sweep.”

Mei Wu: →_→

“Amitabha.” Hui Ji stood up. “Benefactor, what the lady said is the truth.”

“Hui Ji,” Monk Hui Kong said. “Don’t bother helping her. She is a member of the demonic sect.”

“Senior Brother, this junior brother was there at that time.”

Hui Ji spoke clearly about the situation at the time, making people present look at the head of Mount Song School with especially strange gazes. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The monks in Illusory Temple were hearing that someone wanted to make a Buddhist disciple do something indescribable by force, so there was no need to describe how marvelous their expressions were.

“Head of Mount Song School! We, the Illusory Temple, demand an explanation for this,” Illusory Temple’s abbot said with a cold face.

He even wanted to do it with a monk, he really was immoral.

“This is impossible!”

“Amitabha, monks don’t tell lies.” Hui Ji said after giving a Buddhist salute.

Ning Shu nodded. “If it weren’t for me, this little monk would have lost his innocence.”

Hui Ji: …

The monks in the Illusory Temple: …

“Enough! If you have something to solve, solve it in private. We are currently at the martial alliance conference,” Zhao Bo said.

The head of Mount Song School could only sit down angrily, glaring daggers at Ning Shu.

Ning Shu: Like I’m afraid of you!

“However, this leader has a question. Wasn’t the person next to you following Zhao Yi all the time?”

“You’re talking about that blockhead Qi Yi? I arranged this person to be by his side, and he stupidly believed it.”

“He was killed by Mei Wu. All things in the Zhao Clan Stronghold were done by Mei Wu. He did it all.”

Mei Wu glanced at Ning Shu without speaking and silently carried the blame that Ning Shu had thrown over.

“Zhao Yi was killed?” Zhao Bo’s face was indescribable.

“Of course. He grew up eating the demonic sect’s food and then stole the demonic cult’s things. If I didn’t take his life, what would I keep it for?” Ning Shu said as if it were only natural. “By the way, remember to give me five hundred taels of gold.”

“Don’t think that I don’t know that our goods are in your hands. Those things of the demonic sect are the things of the demonic sect. Sooner or later, we will take it back.” Ning Shu looked at Zhao Bo sharply.

Zhao Bo’s expression remained unchanged. “You demonic sect members keep saying that your belongings are in my hands, but I don’t have anything. I swear to God.”

Ning Shu shook her head. “Don’t make an oath at every turn. It won’t be good if you get a brutal slap in the face in the future.”

“Begin the competition.” Zhao Bo stopped talking with Ning Shu.

Ning Shu sat down, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and began to watch the martial arts competition in the arena.

The martial arts competition was the battle of all factions. The person who won, in the end, would fight with the previous martial alliance leader. They would then finally become the new martial alliance leader.

Of course, this also depended on this person’s character. If too many people opposed his nomination as leader of the martial alliance, there was no way he’d be elected.

Translator: Take

Editor: Ran

Translator: Kaho