Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

The scene was raucous, and the Zhao Clan Stronghold got livelier than a vegetable market. People were talking over each other as they complained to Zhao Bo.

Zhao Bo’s face was expressionless. He just stared at them without any expression.

The quarrels had included only the junior disciples of the sects. After a while, the leaders of the various sects finally came, only to see their disciples with bruised and swollen faces.

Seeing the mess their disciples had made, these sect leaders apologized to Zhao Bo one after another, saying that they didn’t teach their sect disciples strictly enough.

Zhao Bo’s expression only grew colder. He indifferently replied, “Since we have big plans to annihilate the demonic set, each sect must take good care of their disciples. How can we even think about annihilating the demonic sect in this state? If things go wrong, will you be able to follow orders? You have smeared the name of the renowned righteous sects.

“We have not even attacked the Sacred Demonic Cult, yet we are already fighting amongst ourselves. If you cannot live in my Zhao Clan Stronghold, leave!” Zhao Bo’s voice was low, but he had a powerful aura. His words intimidated everyone present.

“Leader, forgive us! We will discipline our disciples,” the heads of the sects all said to Zhao Bo.

Anyone who had his home ruined like this by others would be infuriated.

Ning Shu saw Zhao Bo’s clenched hands hidden behind his back. If it weren’t for the long-term plan, Zhao Bo probably would’ve beaten these people up.

He gave them something to eat and a place to live in, yet they made a mess of his house.

Zhao Bo coldly snorted. His displeasure was overwhelming as he turned and left.

Ning Shu followed right after him.

The various sect leaders left with their disciples. They were angry at their disciples for not living up to expectations. Seeing that Zhao Bo hadn’t gone far, they beat and scolded the disciples who caused trouble.

They deliberately did it for Zhao Bo to see.

Zhao Bo and Ning Shu walked for a long time. As of now, it was nearly midnight. At this hour of the night, the outdoors were rather cold.

Zhao Bo stopped and sighed. He looked at the sky and said, “Yi, my child, you saw how these people are scattered like the sand. All they can think about is a bit of petty profit.

“If only the whole martial world integrated and unified, we wouldn’t suffer such exploitations,” Zhao Bo said, shaking his head.

Ning Shu raised her eyebrows. This old man had big ambitions. Unify the martial world, was it?

It was unrealistic to hope that all sects would merge. It’d take great effort to bring such diverse people together. The organization would be huge and cumbersome, and who knew what the final result would be?

Uniting the martial world… Was he proposing a rebellion?

Would the imperial court even let that happen?

The murky atmosphere in the martial world was what the imperial court wanted to see.

People in the martial world were like fishes in a pond. They could fantasize about escaping the pond, but they’d never be able to do so. Jumping out of the pond would be a death sentence for them.

Ning Shu pondered for a while. She then said, “Is this your hope, Uncle?”

Zhao Bo clenched his fists. “We will begin with the Sacred Demonic Cult. We’ll use these people to deal with the Sacred Demonic Cult first. After that, we will slowly figure out the rest.

“After the matter of the Sacred Demonic Cult is resolved, the general election of the martial alliance leader will be held. My prospect of being re-elected is minuscule, so I hope you will be elected instead,” Zhao Bo said to Ning Shu.

Ning Shu nodded. “Nephew understands.”

Why would she insist on uniting the martial world? Anyone who would do such a thankless task was an idiot.

The various factions would all resist them. Once they united, who was to say they wouldn’t long for separation again? The grass was always greener on the other side.

It’d just be a waste of energy.

The current condition, in which all sects mutually restrained themselves, was already the best one could hope for.

“Would it not be useless to unite these people?” Ning Shu asked.

“It does not matter if it’s useless. As long as these people are obedient, we will have people to rally when we sound the call of arms.”