Youth Song: Leijiabao Thunder Emperor

"Young man, you have quite the spirit."

Suddenly a rather feminine voice came, and then two people, one in white and one in purple, appeared.

"The Purple-Robed Marquis".

Lei Wujie cried out in surprise and stood in front of Wuxin.

"Let's go, don't embarrass ourselves here."

Lei Dong slapped Lei Wujie on the back of the head. Xiao Se pulled him aside like a chick.

"Why are you so dejected? Senior brother, why did you hit me?"

"I'll explain to him."

Lei Dong completely gave up on treatment and handed the person over to Xiao Se.

"If you don't know, just watch carefully."

Xiao Se seemed afraid of being infected, and disgustedly let go of his hand to let him watch the show.

"Uncle Mo. Uncle Yuji."

Wuxin smiled as he looked at the two people who had come from afar.

"You run away as soon as you see me, yet you still acknowledge me as your uncle."

The white-haired immortal looked at Wuxin with a tone full of doting affection, but also a hint of grievance.

"Weren't there still things to do? Now that those things are done, we can naturally see you two uncles."

"We've taken them with us. Snowmoon City has no regrets."

The Purple-Clad Marquis looked at Sikong Changfeng and asked.

The reason they hadn't shown up for the past few days was because this person had stopped them; now, whether they could leave depended on this person's decision.

"I'll say it again: Snowmoon City is not afraid of the Demonic Sect, nor of the Outer Heavens, let alone a seventeen-year-old child."

Just like this kid said, with Snowmoon City having them, and that kid from Peerless City, what do we have to fear?

"Indeed extraordinary. These two young men surpass even the Four Heroes of Lei Men."

Sikong Changfeng spoke with a firm and assertive tone.

The purple-robed marquis and the white-haired immortal glanced around but dared not refute.

The main thing is that what they said is true. No matter how talented Wuxin is, he can't fight against four hands. If these kids attack him together, they will have a hard time. How can Wuxin fight?

……

"Senior brother has no intention of leaving."

Ignoring Sikong Changfeng and his two uncles, Wuxin walked up to Wuchan, his tone filled with sadness.

"I'm going back to Hanshui Temple now. No matter when, there will always be a junior brother in Hanshui Temple with a meditation room and a Buddhist scripture."

Wu Chan looked at Wu Xin, and then his eyes reddened as he thought of his brother Ye. Back then, he went to the Nine Dragon Gate for Wu Xin, and now he could return to Hanshui Temple to wait for Wu Xin.

"Forget about Buddhist scriptures, I can't understand them anyway."

Upon hearing the chanting, Wuxin scratched his bald head and headed straight for Lei Wujie.

"You must practice the boxing style I teach you every day. This style of boxing may seem ordinary, but after practicing it thousands of times, its profound secrets will become apparent."

"Okay, I've got it. I'll definitely call it every day."

"Wu Xin, are you really leaving?"

Lei Wujie nodded heavily, but tears streamed down his face.

"I will be back."

Wuxin patted Lei Wujie on the shoulder and looked at Xiao Se behind him.

"I hope you'll never need the martial arts I teach you."

Xiao Se, who had initially turned away to hide his expression, immediately adopted a 45-degree angle to look up at the sky, exuding extreme arrogance.

"I've long forgotten about it."

"It's good to forget about it."

He didn't bother to smile or expose her. He understood Xiao Se's personality. A typical stubborn mule.

"Brother Lei, thank you."

"Why are you saying all this?"

We're still young, our journey through life has just begun. See you in the future, and let's adventure together again.

"Yes. Our journey in this world has only just begun. See you in the future."

Without thinking, he nodded to Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo and soared into the sky.

The white-haired immortal and the purple-robed marquis followed closely behind. As the three disappeared into the distance, Wuxin's voice suddenly echoed in the air.

I wish to ride the wind and head north.

Snow fell on Xuanyuan, as large as a mat;

I wish to borrow a boat and travel eastward.

A graceful fairy stands against the wind;

I wish to travel thousands of miles on clouds.

What can the dragon's roar in the imperial court do to me?

Bathed in sunlight atop Kunlun Mountain,

Amidst the desolate sea, verdant mountains come into view;

The swallows return on a long, long journey.

"I won't return until I see the person I'm looking for at the ends of the earth."

After everyone stood there for a long time, Lei Dong suddenly put his hand on Xiao Se's shoulder and said something.

"When it comes to showing off, this little monk is the best."

Boss Xiao is a cultured man too; should we also compose an exit poem? We can't let the Heavenly Outer Heaven Sect Master steal all the limelight.

Lei Dong was referring to Xiao Se. But his mischievous gaze never left Sikong Changfeng.

"Ahem, you young people love to talk about these superficial things. Qianluo, Tanglian, we're leaving."

Sikong Changfeng is such a cunning old fox, how could he not know what Lei Dong meant?

However, composing poetry was truly difficult for him. The wind picked up, and he grabbed his daughter and fled.

"Hehe. Young Master Lei, why don't you have one?"

Xiao Se looked at Lei Dong with amusement. This guy really doesn't suffer any loss.

Being able to oust Sikong Changfeng is a skill in itself.

"Everyone knows we Lei Family Fortress are all roughnecks. Do you think writing poetry suits our temperament?"

Hurry up and catch up, or we don't know when we'll get to Snowmoon City if they leave.

These three city lords are something else; they knew we were going to Snowmoon City but didn't even give us a ride.

He even claimed to be my senior brother, haha. Otherwise, he could only be the third city lord.

pattern."

Lei Dong's voice showed no sign of restraint; he even stood on tiptoe to watch Sikong Changfeng's reaction.

He didn't notice Sikong Changfeng's reaction, but he felt that Sikong Changfeng's pace quickened.

However, judging from Sikong Qianluo's constantly trembling shoulders, it was certain that he had heard it.

Seeing Lei Dong's reckless behavior, Xiao Se silently distanced himself from him, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

Only Lei Wujie foolishly came over.

"Senior brother, the Third City Lord is really your senior brother."

"Yes. You can also call him senior brother."

"Really, this...this isn't right, is it?"

……

As the crowd dispersed, the decade-long turmoil surrounding the Demonic Sect's eastern expedition finally came to an end.

The news spread quickly. Naturally, the first to receive the news was Tianqi City, the political center of the Northern Li.

The heir, who had been missing for four years, finally appeared. Emperor Mingde was immediately filled with excitement and played chess with the Imperial Advisor for half the night to express his feelings.

As for the reason, Xiao Chuhe cultivates the Eight Trigrams Heart Gate of Huanglong Mountain. It goes without saying who the Grand Preceptor supports; everyone knows the answer.

Whether this chess game was a test of the Grand Master's attitude or a deception to create an illusion for others, only he himself knows.

……

Others may not know, but the Red King was immediately unsettled upon hearing the news.

"Xiao Chuhe, you've finally appeared."

Father, why are you in such a hurry to pave the way for him? Won't you be very disappointed if he doesn't come back?

"Someone, contact the head of the Dark River Clan for me."

Xiao Yu's eyes were filled with ruthlessness and madness. The people below trembled and hurriedly went out to carry out their tasks, fearing that a moment's hesitation would result in their immediate annihilation.

……

"The sixth brother has appeared, and he's making such a big fuss right away. The Outer Heavens, the Four Guardians of Apocalypse, the Imperial Advisor. That's quite a grand gesture. What exactly are you trying to do?"

"The martial arts world has always been our weakest point; it's time to make plans."

Inside the White Prince's Mansion, Xiao Chong couldn't help but show a hint of envy upon hearing the news from his subordinates.

The foundation left by the King of Langya is too strong, even if Xiao Se doesn't know how to manage it.

Even Emperor Mingde would be wary of any contact with him, let alone a prince like him.

"It is Your Highness."