Chapter 1089: Chapter 1078: Blood Banquet
In the outskirts of Dragon City, a private estate amidst picturesque mountains and rivers.
Ning Qingfeng personally arranged a sumptuous banquet, and glancing at Ning Jianyang sitting at the head of the table, he cupped his hands and said, “I’m honored to have you here, elder brother.”
After finishing this sentence, Ning Qingfeng raised his wine glass in front of him and drank it all in one go.
Today, Ning Jianyang received an invitation from Ning Qingfeng to attend the tasting event held at his private estate, and he was in quite a good mood.
Seeing Ning Qingfeng raise his glass, Ning Jianyang smiled faintly, raised his glass in return, drank the wine in one gulp, and said with a laugh, “Younger brother, I heard you’ve brought out many of your treasured collections for this tasting event. Can you show them to me first?”
Although Ning Jianyang was not highly talented, his pursuit of martial arts was exceptionally resolute. This was the main reason he could still suppress the Ning Family’s members with his sword and remain the Grand Duke despite his advancing age.
In contrast, Ning Qingfeng, though slightly more gifted than Ning Jianyang and in his prime, did not devote much effort to cultivation. Naturally, in a comparison of strength, he was far inferior to his elder brother, Ning Jianyang.
“Elder brother, you’re joking. I’m merely engaging in a minor hobby, nothing noteworthy. Inviting you here was partly a selfish desire to leave you some favored treasures and partly to leverage your reputation to make this tasting event more prestigious.”
Ning Qingfeng drank another cup of wine, laughed heartily, and said, “I hope after learning this, you won’t leave in annoyance.”
“Why would I? We are brothers, and if Dragon City recognizes me, Ning Jianyang, they will surely recognize you, Ning Qingfeng, as well. You’re overthinking this.”
Ning Jianyang waved his hand somewhat modestly, ate a few mouthfuls, and finally couldn’t suppress his curiosity about the treasures. He urged, “Younger brother, enough with the chatter, take me to see the treasures at the tasting event.”
“Calm down, elder brother.”
Ning Qingfeng pressed his hand down, gave an eye signal to the servant beside him.
The servant immediately bowed and left.
“Elder brother… do you remember the matter concerning Ning Fan last time?”
Ning Qingfeng lowered his voice and said gravely.
“What?”
Upon hearing this, Ning Jianyang frowned immediately, and said unpleasantly, “The matter is in the past, so why bring it up again?”
“Elder brother, with Ning Fan alive, the position of Family Head remains vacant. I’m worried for you.”
Ning Qingfeng feigned a worried and angry expression, spoke anxiously, “Ning Fan is a wolf in disguise, if he finds a chance to approach father, father’s intentions might waver. After the failed assassination last time, wouldn’t you like to try again?”
“Shut up.”
The moment Ning Qingfeng uttered these words, Ning Jianyang lost his restraint, slapped the table, causing the wine cup to topple over, and said displeased, “Last time, I followed your advice and sent a Death Warrior against our third brother, and it weighed heavily on my heart.”
Reaching this point, Ning Jianyang sighed and shook his head, “Thankfully, our third brother was blessed and I didn’t succeed, which eased my mind.”
Looking solemn, Ning Jianyang stared at Ning Qingfeng, speaking word by word, “Younger brother, I appreciate your concern, but talk of brotherly murder, do not mention it near me.”
“But father’s attitude…”
“What’s it to father?”
Ning Jianyang interrupted Ning Qingfeng impatiently, saying angrily, “I, Ning Jianyang, conduct myself with integrity, and I would never resort to such petty deeds.”
He paused, seemingly aware that his tone might have been harsh, fearing it might hurt his concerned younger brother, Ning Jianyang sighed.
He said softly, “Having failed once, the path of assassination is nearly blocked. If I mobilize the family’s Death Warriors again, father might notice, and that would really be troublesome.”
“So, elder brother, you don’t plan to act against Ning Fan anymore?”
Ning Qingfeng frowned, asking coldly.
“Indeed… after all, we are brothers, why go to extremes? The third brother has been back in Dragon City for many days but hasn’t paid a visit. Perhaps he has already severed ties with the Ning Family, which might be the best outcome for both of us.”
Ning Jianyang thought Ning Qingfeng’s cold demeanor was merely disappointment and did not think otherwise, instead, speaking gently to console him.
“Elder brother, if Ning Fan were to try to kill you, you wouldn’t act against him?”
Listening to Ning Jianyang’s consoling words, Ning Qingfeng fell silent for a moment, then spoke with shocking words.
“What do you mean?”
Ning Jianyang looked at Ning Qingfeng with displeasure, “Younger brother, you’re drunk, it’s time for you to sober up.”
“Ha, I think the one who is drunk is you.”
Ning Qingfeng could no longer contain himself, completely tearing his mask off with Ning Jianyang.
“Ning Jianyang, I have endured you for many years. I always knew you were just a headstrong warrior without any schemes, but I didn’t expect you to even lose the fighting spirit of an ordinary warrior. Truly disappointing.”
Seeing Ning Jianyang’s face change unpredictably, Ning Qingfeng calmly rose, stepped back a few paces, moving out of Ning Jianyang’s reach, then said with a sneer, “Since you are incapable, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
“Ning Fan must die, and so must you. But before that, I will have you die at Ning Fan’s hands!”
Ning Qingfeng laughed uproariously, eyes gleaming with cold light.
“Die at Ning Fan’s hands? You intend to frame him?”
Although Ning Jianyang was a warrior, he was born in the Ning Family and had seen many power struggles. As soon as Ning Qingfeng showed his true colors, Ning Jianyang immediately grasped the real meaning behind Ning Qingfeng’s words.
“It seems elder brother isn’t always muddle-headed, but unfortunately, your truth… leave it for the Underworld to tell King Yan!”
After speaking, Ning Qingfeng smashed the wine glass to the ground and shouted, “Do it!”
“Clang!”
A long sword was unsheathed, yet Ning Jianyang, fearless, drew the treasured sword from his waist, shielding himself as he laughed heroically, “Ha ha, I didn’t expect you, younger brother, to be the one scheming to seize the Family Head position. Watch me take your miserable life!”
Ning Jianyang let out a long howl, his sword moving with the agility of a Spirit Snake, rapidly thrusting out, as his True Qi surged, swiftly turning his figure into a blur within the room.
Yet before he could bring his sword momentum to where Ning Qingfeng stood, his vision suddenly darkened.
A crimson bloody wall appeared out of midair, accompanied by a raspy voice like a grinding stone.
“Young Master Ning, don’t worry on your journey, Ning Fan’s fratricide will not be tolerated, rest assured, we will avenge you.”
From the bloody wall, Luo Sha’s figure slowly appeared, his eyes bloodshot and devoid of emotion!