Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

The smoke of battle has cleared.

The once bustling Lei Family Fort martial arts training ground was now a scene of utter devastation.

The huge crater in the center, hundreds of meters in diameter, is like a scar on the earth, shocking to behold.

At the bottom of the pit, Su Changhe, the patriarch of the underground river, had long since died, reduced to a pile of mud. On the wall, the old master of the Tang Clan was nailed there, his eyes wide open in death.

Amidst these ruins, there stood only one person, dressed in pristine white, untouched by the world's grime.

Su Changqing still held Xiao Nuomi, standing there as if the earth-shattering battle just now was nothing more than him casually swatting a few flies.

His expression was calm, even somewhat bored.

But the way everyone present looked at him changed.

That was reverence.

It is fear.

It is a surrender from the depths of one's soul!

"thump!"

A muffled thud.

Despite his injuries, Lei Qianhu pushed away the disciples who were helping him and knelt down heavily before Su Changqing!

"Lei Qianhu of Lei Family Fortress, on behalf of all the more than one thousand people in the fortress, expresses his deepest gratitude to Mr. Su for saving our lives!"

This kneeling was one of complete submission, a kneeling that made one kneel in complete utter devotion!

If it weren't for Su Changqing's intervention, the Lei family would have been wiped out today! This kindness is heavier than Mount Tai!

"Thank you, Mr. Su!"

As Lei Qianhu knelt down, all the Lei family disciples behind him, whether elders or newly initiated juniors, knelt down in unison.

Those were dark, swarming heads; those were thunderous sounds.

It wasn't just the people from Leijiabao.

The heroes of the martial arts world present, those usually arrogant sect leaders and gang chiefs, all lowered their heads and bowed to the man holding the child.

"Thank you, Mr. Su, for vanquishing evil and upholding justice!"

"Mr. Su's divine power is unparalleled, unmatched in the world!"

In this battle, Su Changqing not only saved Lei Family Fort, but also single-handedly suppressed two top forces!

Old Master Tang is dead!

The Dark River Patriarch is dead!

The experts of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm were like ants in his eyes, and the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles were treated like toys by him!

Even if Li Changsheng were to be reborn, he probably wouldn't be able to match this level of strength.

"Number one in the world...this is truly number one in the world!"

Someone whispered with fervor, "From this day forward, the throne of the number one martial artist belongs to Mr. Su! Who dares to disagree? Who dares to object?"

"Object? Who's tired of living?"

The person next to him rolled their eyes. "Look at Old Master Tang on the wall. That's what happens when you oppose it!"

Immediately, a chorus of praises poured in.

Su Changqing frowned as he listened.

Number one in the world?

What use is this empty fame to him? Can it feed him? Can it help his daughter gain weight?

"Alright, alright, get up, everyone."

Su Changqing waved his hand impatiently, "Why are you kneeling? It's not New Year's, there are no red envelopes for you."

Lei Qianhu and the others were taken aback and stood up awkwardly.

"that……"

Su Changqing rubbed his belly, then looked at the little Nuomi staring at him expectantly in his arms, and asked with a hint of helplessness,

"I hadn't even finished my meal when these flies messed it up. Lord Lei, is there a clean table left? And please get me some more hot food; my daughter isn't full yet."

Everyone: "..."

What the hell is this brain circuit?

You just killed two major villains, wiped out two powerful forces, and became the number one in the world, and now all you care about is... not having enough to eat?!

That's incredibly calm!

Isn't this too much like Versailles?

Lei Qianhu's lips twitched, but he reacted quickly, immediately shouting, "Yes! Of course! Quick! Go to the kitchen and prepare another banquet! The best! The fastest!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Gunpowder-grilled fish! Extra spicy!" Lei Wujie chimed in from the side.

"Why put in spicy food! Kids can't eat spicy food!" Su Changqing glared at him.

Soon, a brand new table was moved next to the ruins (because it was the cleanest place, without any blood), and a sumptuous meal was served again.

Su Changqing sat down contentedly, picked up his chopsticks, and continued his previous feeding mission.

"Here, Nuonuo, have a piece of fish, watch out for the bones."

"Mmm...delicious!"

Watching the two of them, one big and one small, eat as if nothing had happened, the people around them felt like their worldview was about to collapse.

Beside that enormous pit, beneath the wall where corpses hung, how could this family eat so heartily? Their mental fortitude is simply unmatched!

Li Hanyi watched this scene with a heart full of tenderness.

She knew that this was Su Changqing.

That seemingly lazy but actually invincible man who values ​​his family more than anything.

What does it matter if he's the best in the world or the most powerful figure in the martial arts world? In his eyes, nothing is as important as his daughter getting a meal.

"Changqing..."

Li Hanyi walked over and gently leaned on Su Changqing's shoulder. Her sharp sword aura had long since subsided, leaving only the gentleness of a little woman. "Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for? We're family."

Su Changqing picked up a piece of meat and fed it to her, "You should eat some too. You've been fighting for a long time and your energy is depleted."

Li Hanyi blushed, opened her mouth and ate it, feeling a sweet sensation in her heart.

"Hehe! How embarrassing! Daddy's feeding Mommy!"

Little Nuomi covered her eyes and chuckled.

"Little girl, eat your food." Su Changqing smiled and pinched her cheek.

At this heartwarming moment, a young man dressed in black with a complicated expression walked over.

Tang Lian.

The eldest disciple of Snow Moon City, and also the most outstanding disciple of the Tang Sect in this generation.

He looked at the corpse of Old Master Tang on the wall, then at the corpses of Tang Clan disciples scattered on the ground, a trace of grief flashing in his eyes, but more so, confusion.

He was a member of the Tang Clan, but also the senior disciple of Snow Moon City. Caught in the middle, he was in great pain.

"Mr. Su..."

Tang Lian walked to the table, her voice a little hoarse, "The Tang Clan did something wrong and deserves its punishment. But I... I am a disciple of the Tang Clan, and there are some things I must ask."

"ask."

Su Changqing didn't even look up.

"Is there any hope for the Tang Sect?"

Tang Lian asked the question that had been nagging at her.

After this battle, the Tang Clan lost all its elite troops, its patriarch died, and its reputation was ruined.

Can the Tang Clan, in its current state, still maintain its foothold in the martial arts world?

Su Changqing put down his chopsticks and looked up at him.

Whether or not the Tang Clan can be saved depends not on the Tang Clan, but on the people involved.

Su Changqing said calmly, "Old Master Tang has gone astray. He wants to revive the Tang Clan through conspiracies and external forces, which is an evil path. True strength comes from one's own power and righteousness."

"Tang Clan's hidden weapons are meant for self-defense and defense, not for sneak attacks and assassinations."

"If you can understand this and bring the Tang Clan back to the right path, then the Tang Clan will naturally be saved. If you are still stubborn and want to go back to the old ways, then I don't mind waving my hand again and completely wiping out the Tang Clan."

Tang Lian was startled.

Like a sudden awakening!

Yes!

The decline of the Tang Clan is not only due to its strength, but also because it has lost its original aspirations!

"Thank you for your guidance, sir!"

Tang Lian took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Su Changqing. "Tang Lian understands! From now on, I will lead the Tang Clan! I will definitely guide the Tang Clan back to the righteous path and stop it from engaging in those shady dealings!"

Su Changqing nodded: "Hmm, you're teachable. Go ahead and clean up the mess, don't let those corpses get in the way."

"yes!"

Tang Lian turned and left. Although her back looked somewhat lonely, it exuded an unprecedented determination.

As one generation fades into obscurity, a new generation rises.

Lei Wujie, Wushuang, Xiao Se, Sikong Qianluo... these young geniuses, after the baptism of this battle, all gained their own insights, and their auras became more composed.

They looked at Su Changqing with eyes full of admiration.

This is their guide, their spiritual mentor!

As long as he's there, the sky over this martial arts world will never fall down!

Li Hanyi walked over and leaned on Su Changqing's shoulder.

Little Nuomi clapped her hands: "Daddy chased away the bad guys, let's continue eating!"