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Young Master Wei's ability to break through the Tang Clan's and the Dark River's deadly moves is truly admirable. However...
His tone suddenly turned cold. Recently, undercurrents have been surging in Qiandong City, with various forces fighting tooth and nail for the ancient treasure.
If I may ask, is it true that Young Master Wei only seeks that immortal book?
At midnight, Qiandong City resembled a lurking beast, the deep, resonant sound of the night watchman's drum echoing through the streets and alleys.
The moonlight was shattered into pieces.
Wei Changxuan and the others tied their bags tightly, their night clothes fluttering in the night wind.
Led by Lei Mengsha, they walked through the long street paved with bluestone.
Mu Nanzhi tightened her cloak, the jade pendant at her waist swaying gently with her steps.
Jing Ni moved like a ghost along the side of the group, her longsword always half-drawn.
The gilded lanterns in the Thunder Dream Killer illuminated the road ahead in a golden glow.
But the light and shadow are always swallowed up when they touch the shadows at the street corner.
Wei Changxuan lowered his eyes and stared at the 4.8 meter, noticing the water stains seeping from the cracks in the blue bricks.
Blurry figures occasionally flashed in the reflections—a man in black huddled under the eaves, a corner of clothing peeking out from behind a pile of junk at the alley entrance.
Even behind the half-closed windows on the second floor, there were lurking, breathless voyeurs.
But whenever people stopped, those auras would dissipate like the receding tide.
Only a faint smell of rust remained, lingering in the air.
Chapter 386 Thunder Gate Invitation!
After turning three corners, the majestic screen wall of the Lei Family Courtyard suddenly appeared before our eyes.
The gray brick wall, three zhang high, was covered with thorny clematis.
The moonlight fell on the glazed tiles on the roof, reflecting a cold light.
Eight guards stood like iron towers on either side of the vermilion gate.
The silver lightning patterns on the dark-colored outfit flowed under the lantern, and the long sword at his waist gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light.
The lead guard had prominent temples and veins on his neck that resembled gnarled old tree roots, clearly indicating that he was a master who had cultivated external martial arts to the extreme.
"Young Master!" The guards clasped their fists in unison, making the brass rings on the door frame vibrate.
Lei Mengsha raised his hand to signal, and as the lantern's halo 17 swept across the crowd, he deliberately emphasized his words:
These were all distinguished guests of the Thunder Gate, and they prepared Tingyuxuan and Guanxingge.
All gaps in doors and windows must be sealed with cotton paper soaked in tung oil.
The moment he stepped across the threshold, Wei Changxuan suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation all over his body.
Looking down, one discovers a hidden secret in the bluestone slabs beneath one's feet—those seemingly randomly arranged cloud patterns...
In reality, it corresponds to the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) orientation, and with every step you take, you can feel the spiritual energy trembling from the ground.
As they passed through the winding corridor, a faint humming sound came from behind the artificial hill. Jing Ni suddenly gripped the hilt of her sword.
But then, lightning bolts, like silver snakes, darted under the eaves and disappeared into the roof tiles in an instant.
"This is the Thunderclap Formation of the Thunder Gate." Lei Mengsha explained with a smile, noticing everyone's wariness.
He raised his hand and gently touched the bronze animal head on the pillar, and in an instant, the entire courtyard lit up with countless starlight.
Fine electric sparks shimmered in the crevices of the artificial hill, the corners of the corridors, and even on the leaves of the bamboo grove.
Unless there is a secret order from the Thunder Gate, anyone who trespasses will be struck by a thousand bolts of lightning and reduced to charred remains.
Before the words were finished, a dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground came from afar.
Then came several suppressed screams, which startled the owls perched in the locust tree into letting out mournful cries.
As dusk turned the green tiles amber, Lei Mengsha's dark cloak swept across the gilded copper nails of the hanging flower gate.
A long, narrow shadow was cast by the door knocker.
He reached out and pushed open the slightly ajar carved wooden door of Tingyuxuan. The clanging of the brass ring startled the white doves under the eaves.
Amidst the fluttering of wings, the moon gate, nestled among the swaying bamboo shadows, appears and disappears.
Brother Wei, this is Tingyu Pavilion. Lei Mengsha's fingertips brushed against the lotus scroll patterns on the corridor pillars.
The sound was kept extremely low; during the day, one could hear the flowing spring from the back mountain, and at night, one could sleep accompanied by the sound of pine trees.
As he turned around, the jade pendant at his waist gently bumped against the silver bell on the door curtain.
It produces a clear and melodious sound; if anything is missing, simply ring the copper bell in the east wing.
As Wei Changxuan gazed at the white plum blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard, his sleeve slipped half an inch when he clasped his hands in greeting.
He revealed the black iron bracers wrapped around his wrist: "I'm sorry to bother you, Brother Lei."
Before he could finish speaking, Lei Mengsha suddenly leaned closer, a faint medicinal scent mixed in with the sandalwood incense.
To be honest, 767 Lei Mengsha lowered his eyes, stroking the jade pendant at his waist. Moonlight shattered into stars in his eyes. His father wanted to invite Brother Wei to meet him tomorrow, but he didn't know...
"How could I refuse an audience with your father?" Wei Changxuan nodded slightly.
The black jade hairpin in her hair reflected a cold light. Tomorrow at noon, I will bring a small gift to visit you.
Lei Mengsha's smile suddenly brightened, like moonlight breaking through the clouds:
Very well! He took a half step back, bowed, and the soles of his boots rolled over the moss on the blue bricks.
Then tomorrow at 3:45 AM, I will personally come to pick you up.
The footsteps faded into the distance, and the copper bells on the eaves tinkled in the evening breeze, startling a rustling sound in the distant bamboo grove.
Chapter 387 The Strength of Wei Changxuan and His Group! Sect Master Lei's Shock!
Once the wooden door was completely closed, Wei Changxuan tapped it three times lightly with two fingers together.
In an instant, seven dark figures emerged from behind the roof ridge and Taihu stones like ghosts.
Mu Nanzhi held half a plum blossom between her fingertips, her delicate, slender nails gently tracing the petals:
Young Master Wei, the Lei family's overly attentive behavior is making me uneasy.
Wei Changxuan untied the brocade pouch at his waist, and the yellowed ground book gleamed with an eerie golden light under the moonlight.
The paper moved on its own without wind, the ink lines twisting and intertwining like living things, eventually coalescing into a faint topographical map.
Jing Ni suddenly gripped the sword hilt, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints: Three auras from the southeast!
The group instantly formed a defensive formation. Wei Changxuan placed the Earth Book onto the cool bluestone.
As your fingertip traces a raised line, you'll find that's where the golden light shines brightest.
As Mu Nanzhi leaned closer, the pearl pendant at her temple nearly touched the pages of the book: Could this be... the hiding place of the jade slip?
The Earth Book and the Jade Slip share the same origin, so they can naturally sense each other. Before Wei Changxuan finished speaking, Jingni's longsword was already three inches out of its sheath.
The soft rustling of falling leaves came from outside the courtyard, and three dark figures were slowly approaching along the base of the wall.
The curved sword at his waist gleamed with a ghostly blue light in the night.
The sound of the wooden clapper in late autumn pierced through the nine layers of eaves, shattering into tiny ice shards on the bluestone slabs.
Wei Changxuan had just put the faintly glowing book of earth into his sleeve.
Suddenly, a knocking sound came from outside the courtyard—the rhythm was quite distinct.
The three long and two short numbers subtly correspond to the number of the Life Gate in Qimen Dunjia.
The copper bells on the eaves tinkled automatically without wind, and amidst their clear, crisp sounds, a warm, gentle voice, like that of ancient jade, pierced the night:
Young Master Wei, I am Lei Qianjue. May I have the honor of meeting you?
The candlelight flickered gently on the bronze animal-shaped lamp stand, and Wei Changxuan's fingertips tapped out a mysterious rhythm on the table.
He looked up at the Bagua mirror hanging under the eaves, and the mirror reflected the silhouette of a person outside the wall—wearing a swastika-patterned headscarf.
Holding an ebony staff, the cloud and thunder patterns embroidered in gold thread on the hem of his robe were faintly visible in the moonlight.
"Master Lei, please come in." Before the words were finished, the mottled courtyard gate creaked open and slowly opened, letting in the night air and the scent of aged pine smoke.
As the old man in purple robes stepped across the threshold, the lanterns under the eaves suddenly ignited without any wind, illuminating his face in every detail.
Around sixty years old, with a long, gray beard reaching his chest, only his hawk-like eyes revealed a sharpness that did not belong to an old man.
With each step he took, the jade pendant at his waist emitted a clear, melodious sound, which intertwined with the lingering resonance of the bronze door knocker to create a unique rhythm.
"I apologize for disturbing Young Master Wei's rest so late at night." Lei Qianjue clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, the gold-threaded armor hidden in his sleeves flashing coldly in the firelight.
Wei Changxuan rose to return the greeting, his wide sleeves sweeping across the table, subtly concealing the half-rolled tattered page.
He noticed that the old man deliberately avoided the Big Dipper-shaped floor tiles in the courtyard when he entered.
Each time the staff tapped the ground, it left a very shallow scorch mark on the blue brick—it was as if the staff was burning the ground from a distance with internal force, drawing some kind of talisman.
"You're too kind, Master Lei." As he replied, Wei Changxuan secretly circulated his inner energy.
He noticed that the Crimson Sun Pill, which he had recently swallowed, was now emitting a strange warmth in his dantian.
Lei Qianjue's gaze swept over everyone in the hall like a searchlight.
When the old man's gaze fell on Yan Lingji, who was leaning against a pillar, his pupils contracted slightly—the crimson mist surrounding the woman was clearly the long-lost Southern Frontier Gu Fire.
Jing Ni, who is holding her sword in the corner, has a hidden mechanism in her sword-wielding posture that is the most amazing sword technique that disappeared thirty years ago.
These details struck Lei Qianjue's nerves like a heavy hammer, causing him to unconsciously rub the jade pendant at his waist.
Chapter 388 Nighttime Conversation!
"My son has already told me about today's events." Lei Qianjue suddenly spoke, his voice abruptly becoming deep and resonant.
A black iron token flew out from his sleeve and accurately nailed into the beam, sending wood chips flying everywhere.
Young Master Wei's skill of breaking a hundred blades with a single finger in the martial arts arena truly broadened my horizons.
As he spoke, an invisible pressure emanated from the token and spread outwards, causing the teacups on the table to tremble slightly.
Unconsciously, Wei Changxuan's fingertips brushed against the slightly warm, fragmented page of the ground book hidden in his sleeve.
The jade slip he had snatched from the Sutra Repository during the day was now resonating with the Earth Book, causing his meridians to ache from the heat.