Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Those monks, who usually refused to be involved with anything, weren’t the only people who had come looking for some benefits. Some small sects had also come and declared their wish to eliminate demons and defend the righteous ways.

However, Zhao Clan Stronghold didn’t have enough room to house them. Because of this, these little sects had no choice but to sleep around the perimeter.

They harped on about this. They said that the leader of the martial alliance was stingy, and he wouldn’t give them a roof over their head or even a bite of food.

Although Zhao Bo was angry, he restrained himself and didn’t engage with these people, lest he lowered himself to their level.

Zhao Bo frowned. “How did this news get out?”

“Must be those bastards from the demonic sect,” Ning Shu whispered.

“It can also be someone from the Zhao Clan Stronghold. Some people here know about the cover identity I used in the demonic sect.

“They probably suspect that Zhao Clan Stronghold has this thing now. That must be why they all came.

“Uncle, what should we do now?” Ning Shu asked Zhao Bo. “What if these people unite and demand the ‘Guiyuan Sacred Martial Arts’ manual from us?”

Zhao Bo’s face looked indifferent. “They are looking not for the manual, but simply some petty benefits.

“When the time comes, I will bring you to them. You must tell them that…” Zhao Bo uttered some words to Ning Shu.

Ning Shu showed her agreement. “Uncle’s idea is great.”

What a wily old fox he was.

Later in the evening, Ning Shu slipped a book to Mei Wu. He looked at it and said, “Why are you giving this to me?”

“I have a plan. Do you want to know what it is?” Ning Shu asked.

Mei Wu directly shook his head. “No. These people are getting together to attack the demonic sect. We should leave the Zhao Clan Stronghold now.

“Don’t tell me… Do you want to take these people to attack the Sacred Demonic Cult?”

“How could that be? I have a plan,” Ning Shu lightly responded.

“I think we should leave this place now and notify the sect leader about them. What are you giving me this lousy book for?” Mei Wu asked.

Grimly, Ning Shu responded, “What’s the use of that? It’s better to be here.

“Listen to me. Tomorrow, you will…”

Mei Wu stared at Ning Shu and said, “No. You don’t have good intentions. This is because you’re afraid since I’m surveilling you, isn’t it? With so many people around, aren’t you practically sending me to my grave?

“I disagree with your plan. I need to be alive to protect the young lady’s body.” Mei Wu fiercely glared at Ning Shu.

“When did I say I want you to die? I’m just asking you to cooperate with me. Everything I do is for the sake of the demonic cult,” Ning Shu said.

Mei Wu shook his head.

Mei Wu’s refusal didn’t anger Ning Shu. They were practically strangers, and it was only natural for Mei Wu not to listen to her. Ning Shu was, after all, not the original host.

However, since Mei Wu declined to cooperate with her, Ning Shu could only cook up a different plan.

She must incite these people to fight each other.

Zhao Bo and Qi Yi had brought the tragedy to the original host. This time, Zhao Clan Stronghold should be the battlefield.

Ning Shu put the book she had given to Mei Wu into her robes and left the room.

Mei Wu stopped Ning Shu and asked, “Where are you going?”

“I can’t sleep. I want to take a stroll,” Ning Shu lightly replied.

“You can’t do anything dangerous with the young lady’s body,” Mei Wu said as he blocked the door.

Ning Shu simply stared at Mei Wu in silence. Ning Shu’s stare made Mei Wu a little uncomfortable. He said, “You can’t risk the young lady’s body no matter what.”