Thoughts Like Digging Flesh

Although Ning Huan's early warning made people feel a bit flustered.

But the arrow was on the string, and Ning Hao could not afford the slightest hesitation.

What's more, he had already paid a large deposit; wanting to stop now was simply unrealistic.

Therefore, as long as it did not involve the survival of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect or the lives of those close to him, there was basically nothing he could not abandon.

Thinking of this, Ning Hao closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no longer any hesitation within them, and his words were full of determination.

"If the legacy can be preserved, what is there to be reluctant about regarding mere worldly possessions?"

"And most importantly, I trust you."

"..."

Hiss~

So nauseating!

But you really have to hand it to him; an average person truly couldn't handle this routine.

If it were any other normal youth, they would have become a die-hard loyalist on the spot upon hearing such a heart-wrenching declaration.

"Since you've already prepared yourself mentally, then I'm going to say it~"

"Let's get this straight beforehand: no getting angry!"

Ning Hao's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, but he said resolutely:

"Of course!"

"Then let's team up and blow up Nine Treasures Glazed Peak."

"Good! I agree... the hell I do!!"

At this moment, Ning Hao, who had been trying his best to remain calm, instantly bristled and let out a rare string of profanity.

"I asked you to devise a strategy to ensure the disciples could safely reach their place of seclusion without arousing suspicion!"

"How did it turn into blowing up the sect with you?!"

"Well, you said it yourself, 'without arousing suspicion'~"

Watching his own Sect Master's irritable posture as he struggled to suppress his anger, Ning Huan shrugged, appearing completely indifferent.

"Think about it, which people do external forces have the least guard against?"

"Nonsense, it must be... the dead?"

The annoyed Ning Hao suddenly frowned, his tone slightly hesitant.

"Correct."

The latter snapped his fingers with a pop and immediately laid out his thoughts.

"Suppose Nine Treasures Glazed Peak is deliberately blown up by 'some enemy' in full view of everyone."

"Most of the elite disciples within the sect die in the disaster, countless wealth is lost, and the foundation is mostly destroyed."

"Yet, the Sect Master, the three honorary elders, and the elders, under the pretext of 'tempering their character' and 'building the academy,' take most of the disciples with more lively personalities and slightly inferior aptitude to the Nine Treasures Glazed Academy to oversee construction, thus escaping the catastrophe."

"Then..."

Speaking to this point, Ning Huan suddenly paused, his smile becoming even more intense.

However, in the eyes of the two people opposite him, he looked no different from a devil at this moment.

This was because he had already explained it to this extent.

Even Sword Douluo, who was not well-versed in schemes, could understand the key to it.

Not to mention Ning Hao, whose mind was even faster; his murmurs were already drifting into every corner of the side hall.

"If the plan goes smoothly..."

"The Nine Treasures Glazed Sect will transform from a sect force tucked away in a corner into an academy filled with hatred, having no more scruples, and possessing extremely strong high-level combat power."

"While attracting attention, buying time, and eroding suspicion for the [Inner Sect], it can also greatly alleviate external pressure."

"After all... no one on the continent is willing to provoke a group of 'lunatics' who will explode at the slightest touch!"

As his voice fell, he suddenly raised his head, his once calm and gentle eyes now filled with complexity.

"Xiao Huan, what a vicious scheme you have..."

"Hey! Uncle Ning, that's going too far! Why are you insulting me!"

"I was praising you~"

"Heh, do you think I believe that?"

The two of them joked back and forth like this to ease the atmosphere, and only then did Ning Hao show a pained expression.

"The idea is great, but the losses are too huge..."

"Is there really no other way? Like blowing up a different place?"

"Unfortunately, no."

As he spoke, Ning Huan shook his head and gave a little shrug, his helpless expression looking incredibly punchable.

"Regardless of the reason, sending a large number of disciples out will inevitably attract outside attention."

"Furthermore, if all the disciples die outside, it would look too deliberate; anyone with a sharp eye would immediately see it as a faked death to escape."

"By then, not only would we fail to achieve our initial goal, but there is a high probability of bringing even more trouble upon ourselves."

"Uncle Ning, the more you do and the more you say, the more mistakes you make. Simple and brutal is the right path."

"Being able to retain the final right of interpretation is the greatest gain. Besides, no one will believe that we would be willing to blow our own home to the sky."

The series of explanations mixed with persuasion left Ning Hao caught in an internal struggle.

He understood the reasons, and he grasped them all.

But to blow up one's own home and completely abandon the ancestral foundation—an act of unfilial impiety equivalent to digging up one's own ancestral graves—was something he truly couldn't bring himself to decide on in such a short time.

I really did bring back an ancestor...

Just as his thoughts were in chaos, a voice from behind suddenly struck like a heavy hammer, shattering all his hesitation.

"A sword wielder must possess the momentum to press forward without retreat!"

"Hesitation is the behavior of the mediocre."

"Sect Master, do not let a divine blade cut yourself due to a moment of hesitation."

Looking back, he saw the old man's face was exceptionally stern.

Sword intent swirled around his body, seemingly possessing the power to sever all things.

It caused the Seven Kill Sword Seal in Ning Huan's sea of consciousness to flicker repeatedly.

"Hoo... I understand, Uncle Sword."

Seeing this, the hesitation in Ning Hao's eyes vanished in an instant.

He regained his usual calmness and shrewdness.

"Xiao Huan, I agree to your plan!"

"Tell me, how are we going to blow it up!"

Alright then!

If I had known Sword Douluo's words were so effective, I wouldn't have wasted my breath.

Why didn't I just call Chen Xin out?

What a waste of time!

However, he couldn't voice his inner complaints, so no matter how speechless he felt, he had to endure it.

"It's simple. Arrange for skilled sect members to hide their identities and go to the Sun Moon Empire black market to buy a dozen or twenty Level 6 Fixed Soul Guidance Shells in batches, and prepare a large amount of gunpowder."

"During this period, secretly transfer the inner sect disciples in batches while sending the unselected disciples to the academy's grounds."

"Finally, when the timing is right, light the fuse, and with a 'boom,' send it all to the sky—while clearing out a wave of spies in the process."

"Oh, remember to get some corpses, otherwise, it's easy for clues to be discovered."

"As for how to send the disciples out and other specific details, that's up to you to arrange, Uncle Ning."

Hearing him try to pass the buck again, Ning Hao was furious.

However, he really couldn't rest easy if he let Ning Huan be in charge of this matter.

Of course, it wasn't due to a lack of capability.

It was just that this brat's way of thinking was truly too wild and unconventional.

If he had a sudden whim and pulled some bizarre stunt, that would be a real disaster.

"Sigh, you're the one who brings the trouble, and I'm the one responsible for solving it!"

"I really don't know what sins I committed in my past life for the heavens to send me such a... treasure to torture me."

After muttering a few resentful words, Ning Hao waved his hand impatiently, starting to shoo him away.

"Don't just stand there idle!"

"I'm not asking you to teach the other sect disciples, but at least take charge of the cultivation of Xiao Tian and Wu Feng!"

"You can take this opportunity to learn Heart Separation Control and combat techniques yourself!"

"So you don't embarrass the sect... oh, the academy, in the next Soul Fighting Tournament!"

"By the way, what about your fifth soul ring? Are you pursuing quality or age for the soul beast?"

"Uh, either is fine. It doesn't matter to me~"

Hearing the words that slipped out of Ning Huan's mouth, Ning Hao felt even more envious, jealous, and hateful.

"Oh, sure, sure, sure! Who could possibly be as capable as you!"

"A perfectly good spirit ring with no spirit skill, yet it can be temporarily placed on a Spirit Body to increase its age limit without restriction or loss!"

"So look, aren't I amazing~ Uh, well, not that amazing; at least I can't handle the spirit power consumption yet~"

"Get lost!"

"Alright, I'm off then~ Bye-bye to you~"