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His face still held a calm smile: "It's just a trivial skill; I'm afraid I'll make Sect Master 767 laugh at me."
Before he could finish speaking, Lei Qianjue suddenly lunged forward, the shockwave from his palm strike lifting half of the curtain.
The various forces in Qiandong City are now stirring up trouble. Is Young Master Wei really only here for that elusive book of immortals?
The copper bells on the eaves suddenly rang wildly, Jing Ni had already drawn her sword, and Yan Ling Ji's fingertips ignited with ghostly blue flames.
However, at this tense moment, Wei Changxuan noticed the lines on Lei Qianjue's palm.
The remaining traces of cinnabar—that was clearly a special talisman material used only when drawing a Heart-Searching Talisman.
What kind of scheme lies behind what seems like an ordinary nighttime visit?
The bronze bells on the eaves swayed gently in the twilight, emitting a soft, tinkling sound. Wei Changxuan stood with his hands behind his back in front of the Leimen Council Hall.
Behind him were the palace walls, tinged red by the setting sun, which cast a long shadow over him.
Lei Qianjue sat upright in the grand chair in the hall, the wrinkles etched on his face by the years.
Like the winding patterns in front of the Thunder Gate, it is majestic and profound.
Having led the Lei Gate for many years, the Lei Gate Master must know that nothing in this world is ever truly simple.
Wei Changxuan slowly stepped into the hall, his boots making a crisp knocking sound as they touched the bluestone floor tiles.
His gaze was piercing, fixed on Lei Qianjue, his eyes gleaming with an all-knowing light.
The appearance of the Immortal's Book has involved far more than just the struggle for secret treasures.
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept through the hall, swirling up a few withered leaves from the ground.
Wei Changxuan narrowed his eyes slightly, as if lost in some kind of memory:
Undercurrents are surging beneath Qian Dong City, with the Dark River, Tang Clan, Tianwaitian, and even the Northern Li royal family all involved.
The various forces are like lurking venomous snakes, waiting for the right moment to pounce and devour each other.
He paused, a faint, cold smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Although I do not want to get involved in the conflict, I cannot turn a blind eye to such a secret treasure that involves the Heavenly Dao.
Lei Qianjue observed the young man before him discreetly, his cloudy old eyes inadvertently glancing at Wei Changxuan through his sleeve.
There was a slight bulge there, as if hiding something extraordinary, but it was not revealed.
The aged voice carried the weight of years:
Although I do not know what you have to rely on, I have seen you break the Dark River Steel Blade with your bare hands.
His withered fingers unconsciously rubbed the armrest, calluses left from years of holding a knife.
Suddenly, Lei Qianjue raised his hand, and a flash of lightning illuminated the wrinkles on his face.
Everyone in the hall felt an invisible pressure coming towards them, and the candlelight in the council hall flickered slightly.
The ancestral precepts of the Lei Sect guard the Qiandong region and protect the secrets of heaven. If this immortal book is truly related to the Dao of Heaven...
Lei Qianjue's gaze was firm, like an unshakeable mountain.
I will not allow it to fall into the hands of those with ulterior motives.
After saying that, he slammed his hand heavily on the armrest, making a dull thud, as if he had made some kind of decision.
As dusk deepened, the sky outside the hall grew increasingly dark, with only a blood-red sliver of the setting sun on the horizon.
This seemingly calm conversation, however, subtly hinted at the impending storm.
Wei Changxuan and Lei Qianjue, two completely different people, met because of the Immortal Book.
The wheels of fate have begun to turn, and the situation in Qiandong City will become even more unpredictable because of this conversation.
Chapter 389 Wei Changxuan and Lei Zhu's respective schemes!
Yan Lingji's light laughter was like the trembling of a zither string. The blue flames rising from her fingertips condensed into the shape of a butterfly, with a strange, eerie light flowing between the veins of its wings.
The fire butterfly circled Lei Qianjue three times, and sparks from its tail splashed onto the bluestone slab, burning a charred butterfly-shaped mark.
"Sect Leader Lei's words are as clear as day—"
Her eyes narrowed slightly, her nail polish traced a line across the back of Jing Ni's sword-wielding hand, and her gilded earrings swayed in the wind, creating shimmering light and shadow.
"Don't forget the blind and deaf spectacle outside the Drunken Immortal Pavilion."
While your guards watched the show with their arms crossed, Dark River's poisoned dagger was only three inches from my throat.
Lei Qianjue paused in stroking his beard, then suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, causing the thunder-patterned jade pendant at his waist to vibrate.
The armor of the Thunder Gate assassins behind him trembled slightly, and the scabbard of the Thunder Light Sword at his waist gleamed with silver light.
"The little girl is quite the talkative firecracker."
The old man's fingertips twirled the teacup, causing the scalding tea to ripple like thunder patterns within.
"In Qiandong City, the surface is covered with the bricks and tiles of Leimen, but underneath lies a spider web woven by the eyes and ears of various families."
If we had fought the assassins in the dark river head-on back then, wouldn't we have been handing them a knife to the crow lurking in the shadows?
He suddenly turned his head, his cloudy eyes reflecting the faint golden light emanating from Wei Changxuan's sleeve.
"However, seeing the skill you displayed today—the ability to cut steel with a single stroke of a flower—"
The words trailed off, and the teacup slammed heavily onto the stone table.
The splashed water droplets condensed into tiny lightning balls in mid-air.
"I knew then that it was time for someone else to make the move in this game."
Mu Nanzhi's whisk suddenly swept across the ground, the silver tassels stirring up a few specks of dust.
Her plain white sleeve slid down a little, and the vermilion talisman wrapped around her wrist was slightly warm—a sign that it resonated with the strange movements on Wei Changxuan's body.
"Young master, the earth's veins are trembling..." She looked up at the bronze incense burner in the center of the courtyard.
The incense ash in the burner was strangely gathering into a vortex.
"He's three points better than when we were at Zuixianlou." Before the words were finished...
The lightning at Lei Qianjue's fingertips suddenly surged, like a silver snake winding along the cracks in the stone bricks, weaving a half-incomplete lightning pattern at Wei Changxuan's feet.
"The Leimen Kung Fu is inherited from the ancient Heavenly Punishment, and it emphasizes following the will of Heaven and responding to calamities."
As the old man rose, the ancient painting of thunder on the screen behind him began to glow faintly.
In the painting, Thor's pupils flash in sync with the lightning at his fingertips.
"The moment I stepped through this moon gate, I sensed an aura of impending doom emanating from you, young master—"
He suddenly leaned closer, his voice low and tinged with the smell of sulfur.
"It looks exactly like the tattered page that the Lei family patriarch picked up during the lightning tribulation."
Asking for flowers
Jingni's longsword clattered three inches from its sheath, the snow-white blade making her face appear pale.
The Dark River Token at her waist felt hot beneath her clothes, reminding her of when Wei Changxuan had snapped the steel blade in two.
The sliver of golden light that peeked through his fingers was exactly the same as the description of the "remnant soul of the immortal's book" recorded in the Dark River Scroll.
Yan Lingji's blue flames suddenly transformed into a wall of fire, surrounding everyone in the center.
The flames licked at Lei Qianjue's clothes, but were shattered into tiny sparks by the lightning surrounding him.
"Sect Leader Lei, you make it sound so easy, a mere fragment of the Immortal Book..."
She suddenly chuckled, and the firefly at her fingertips fluttered towards the incense burner. From the swirling ash, half a line of ancient seal script appeared.
"Back then, the three elders of the Dark River buried themselves in the Lei family's ancestral tomb in their fight for this thing."
Only Wei Changxuan stood with his hands behind his back, the golden, shimmering tattered page in his sleeve trembling slightly—since stepping into the courtyard,
He then heard a voice booming in his heart, like an ancient scroll calling to its master.
At this moment, when Lei Qianjue mentioned the "Immortal's Book," the tattered page in his sleeve suddenly broke free from the talisman's restraints.
It transformed into three-inch golden pages and drifted towards the center of the courtyard.
The lace pattern on the edge of the gold leaf matches the pattern on the ground bricks perfectly.
The moment it landed, it caused the earth's veins in the entire villa to vibrate and hum for a long time.
Chapter 390 The Lei Family Villa: Undercurrents!
Lei Qianjue's pupils shrank abruptly as he saw that the ancient seal script appearing on the golden page was the opening incantation for the secret chamber of the Lei family ancestral hall.
The jade pendant at his waist suddenly shattered, and lightning, like a spiderweb, enveloped the entire courtyard:
"So that's how it is... When the Ancestor said that calamity would come from the East, he was referring to you!"
Before the words were finished, a dull tremor came from the ground, and the bluestone slabs flipped up like dominoes.
The entrance to the underground palace, deeply engraved with thunder patterns, is revealed above the cave entrance.
Half a broken stele lay askew in the ground, bearing the eight ancient characters "The Immortal's Book was hidden beneath the lightning tribulation" on the "767" stele.
It perfectly matched the fragment of the golden page in Wei Changxuan's hand.
Mu Nanzhi's talisman burned to ashes with a "pop," and she suddenly recalled the scene she had dreamt of at the inn last night:
Amidst a sky filled with thunder, the young Wei Changxuan held a golden page in his hand, with a galaxy of countless ancient book fragments beneath his feet.
At this moment, the lightning at the entrance to the underground palace illuminated his profile, and the edge of the golden page that had not yet been put away from his sleeve...
A totem identical to the thunder pattern between Lei Qianjue's eyebrows appeared.
"Young Master..." Her voice trembled as she saw Jing Ni's longsword pointing towards the underground palace.
Meanwhile, Yan Lingji's blue flames were spreading deeper along the lightning patterns.
"What's down there...?"
"It probably holds a secret that the Raimon Sect has dared not touch for a hundred years."
Wei Changxuan suddenly raised his hand, and the golden pages transformed into a stream of light that disappeared into his palm.
The lightning patterns on the fingertips resonated with the patterns at the entrance to the underground palace, and the heavy stone door opened with a thud.
Instead of the expected chill, a warm scent carrying the fragrance of ancient books wafted out from inside the door.