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Years of experience tasting blood and danger made him instinctively dodge and spin to the side, narrowly avoiding a cold glint.
A sharp whooshing sound whistled past my ear.
A flying knife as thin as a cicada's wing was deeply embedded in the vermilion pillar behind him.
Under the moonlight, the blade shimmered with an eerie, ghostly blue light.
Wisps of poisonous gas were spreading along the wood grain.
Watch out! It's the Corrupting Bone Green Blade!
Mu Nanzhi cried out and chased after him to the window, her face turning deathly pale instantly.
This type of hidden weapon is coated with a secret poison from the southern border; once it comes into contact with the skin, the flesh and bones will disintegrate within half an incense stick's time.
Wei Changxuan's aura surged, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
He curled his fingers into a claw and made a grabbing motion in the air, causing ripples to spread through the void.
An invisible burst of energy swept out like a raging torrent, heading straight for the dark figure on the rooftop a hundred meters away.
With a muffled groan, one of the dark figures staggered, a large patch of blood blooming on his chest, before falling heavily off the roof.
However, an unexpected turn of events occurred; the other shadowy figures reacted extremely quickly.
The two men quickly lifted their companion up, and under the cover of night, they disappeared into the crisscrossing streets and alleys in a few leaps.
Wei Changxuan did not rashly pursue; he stared at the direction where the dark figure disappeared.
The silver needles hidden in his sleeve quietly retracted—in the brief exchange of blows, he had already planted a tracking Gu on his opponent.
Upon returning to the private room, the atmosphere was as heavy as lead. Lei Mengsha's face was ashen.
The knuckles of his fingers, gripping the hilt of the sword, turned white: the Tang Clan's Soul-Chasing Arrow, the Dark River's Corroding Bone Azure Blade.
Now even the Eighth Prince of Beili has been dragged into this. Brother Wei, this pool of water is much deeper than we expected!
Wei Changxuan stood with his hands behind his back, the moonlight outlining his cold and aloof features.
He gazed at the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window and said in a deep voice:
The more turbulent the undercurrents, the more important the Earth Book and Jade Slips become.
When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. I want to see how much trouble they can stir up.
The eerie blue flames at Yan Lingji's fingertips suddenly flickered violently, reflecting an uncertain expression on her face:
The danger is not over yet. What just happened was merely the vanguard; the real killing blow... is yet to come.
Before she could finish speaking, a faint, intermittent sound of a copper bell suddenly came from outside the window, sounding particularly eerie and sinister in the quiet night.
Wei Changxuan stood with his hands behind his back, the candlelight reflecting an uncertain light in his eyes.
After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly turned to look at Lei Mengsha, his voice as deep and resonant as jade submerged in a cold pool:
Brother Lei, does Qian Dong City now have a pillar of the Lei Clan stationed there?
Lei Mengsha was taken aback at first, then a look of realization flashed in his eyes.
He clapped his hands and laughed: What a coincidence! My father is currently in charge of the affairs of the Lei Men branch and is in the city right now.
If Brother Wei doesn't mind the simplicity of my humble abode, you are welcome to stay temporarily at the Lei family's villa.
The place was surrounded by three layers of iron walls, with hidden mechanisms and sentries everywhere, making it difficult for ordinary thieves to get in.
Chapter 384 Immortal Book Map!
Wei Changxuan unconsciously stroked the jade pendant at his waist, and the hem of his dark robe rose and fell gently with his breath.
After a moment, he nodded slightly: In that case, I'll trouble you, Brother Lei.
As the moon reached its zenith, the group set off, bathed in the shimmering silver light of the moon.
The streets were silent, save for the distant echo of the night watchman's clapper.
Wei Changxuan's gaze narrowed slightly—in the shadows of the street corner, there were always blurry figures appearing and disappearing, like a persistent thorn in his side.
Those auras were deliberately concealed, but they couldn't escape his keen senses honed by years of battle.
However, the other party maintained a distance of more than ten zhang, as if they were wary of something.
The Lei Family Villa stands in the eastern corner of Qiandong City, its bluish-gray brick walls reaching a height of two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).
The top of the wall is covered with barbs and copper bells.
The eight guards were dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, with silver thread outlining thunder patterns on their lapels and cuffs, and each of them was as upright as a pine tree.
Seeing Lei Meng approach, the guards clasped their hands in salute.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, and the long swords at their waists clanged together with each movement.
"Young Master!" The leading guard's voice boomed, his sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd, lingering on Wei Changxuan for a second longer.
Lei Mengsha waved his hand casually: They are all my honored guests. Prepare Tingyuxuan and Guanxingge and make sure they are well taken care of.
He emphasized the words "distinguished guest," and the guards immediately understood, loudly agreeing and retreating.
Upon entering the courtyard, Wei Changxuan immediately sensed a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy.
Lightning flashes intermittently along the winding corridors, darting about like snakes.
He narrowed his eyes—this was the Nine Heavens Thunder Array, a secret technique passed down by the Thunder Sect. Once activated, countless bolts of lightning would pour down, making it difficult for anyone to escape unscathed.
Lei Mengsha led the group through the winding corridor to a quiet courtyard.
Above the vermilion-lacquered lintel hangs a plaque inscribed with "Listening to the Rain Pavilion," and the banana leaves in the courtyard rustle in the night breeze.
The copper bells on the eaves swayed gently in the wind.
This place was originally a resting place for the women of the household.
Lei Mengsha pushed open the carved wooden door. The room was elegantly furnished, with the fragrance of sandalwood wafting through the air.
Everything is newly replaced. If Brother Wei is missing anything, just send someone to fetch it.
Wei Changxuan clasped his hands in thanks, then swept his wide sleeves across the table: "Brother Lei, you've gone to a lot of trouble."
Lei Mengsha hesitated, then lowered his voice and said:
To be honest, my father heard that Brother Wei has arrived and would like to invite you to meet him tomorrow.
Asking for flowers
Before he could finish speaking, Wei Changxuan interrupted him with a cupped hand: "Your father is a grand master of the Lei Men sect, and you should pay him a visit."
These words made Lei Mengsha smile broadly: That's excellent! I will personally come to pick up Brother Wei at noon tomorrow.
Before leaving, he specially ordered someone to send over two gilded palace lanterns.
The warm yellow light illuminated the courtyard, but it also made the shadows lurking in the darker places even more intense.
When Lei Mengsha's footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor...
Wei Changxuan raised his hand and gently tapped the copper bell, the clear sound breaking the silence of the night.
Before long, Mu Nanzhi, Jing Ni, Yan Lingji and others filed out, their shadows stretched long and thin by the moonlight, weaving a dark net on the blue brick ground.
Wei Changxuan laid the book on the ground flat on the stone table. As the candlelight flickered, the golden light on the pages ceased to flicker.
Instead, it coalesces into faint, indistinct patterns.
The light spots moved slowly like living things, gradually outlining the contours of the mountains and rivers.
Mu Nanzhi subconsciously held her breath, and the jade hairpin in her hair swayed slightly with the movement: This looks...like a map!
Long.
Chapter 385 Thunder Gate - Lei Qianjue!
To be precise, it is a guide map for jade slips.
Wei Changxuan's fingertips brushed against the raised lines, the touch like ancient engravings.
The Earth Book and the Jade Slip are of the same origin. Now that the Jade Slip has appeared in the world, the Earth Book will naturally resonate with it.
His voice carried a hint of excitement, but it abruptly stopped with the sudden tautness of Jing Ni's bowstring.
Jing Ni's longsword was already three inches from its sheath, her gaze fixed on the courtyard outside like that of a hawk:
There were at least three auras, and "767" was rapidly approaching.
Before she finished speaking, a ghostly blue flame rose from Yan Lingji's palm.
The flames suddenly twisted violently, casting eerie light and shadows in the night sky.
Young Master Wei, I am Lei Qianjue. May I have an audience with you?
A gentle voice pierced through the courtyard wall, its final note carrying a powerful resonance that startled the copper bells on the eaves, causing them to tinkle.
Wei Changxuan quickly closed the book, and as the hem of his black robe swept across the table, it left only a faint afterimage of golden light.
The carved wooden door was slowly pushed open, and the night breeze carried the fragrance of locust blossoms into the courtyard.
An elderly man in a purple robe stood with his hands behind his back, the thunder patterns embroidered with gold thread gleaming faintly in the moonlight.
Although he was over sixty years old, his long, gray beard was meticulously combed.
The bronze token hanging from his waist was engraved with the character "雷" (thunder) in seal script. It swayed gently with each step, making a soft clinking sound.
I apologize for disturbing you so late at night, and hope Mr. Wei will forgive me.
Lei Qianjue clasped his hands in a salute, and as his sleeve slipped down, half of his wrist, wrapped in bandages, was revealed.
Dark red bloodstains were faintly seeping from the edges of the bandage.
His gaze swept over the crowd, lingering longer on Yan Lingji's flickering blue flames and Jing Ni's cold, gleaming sword.
A barely perceptible look of surprise flashed in his cloudy pupils.
As Wei Changxuan returned the greeting, he caught a glimpse of the treetops outside the courtyard rustling slightly—there were clearly hidden sentries there.
They are now quietly retreating under the cover of night.
"You're too kind, Master Lei," he said calmly. "I am deeply grateful for your son's hospitality."
Lei Qianjue stroked his beard and laughed, but the laughter did not reach his eyes: "My son has already told me about the Drunken Immortal Pavilion."
He suddenly took half a step forward, his aura spreading out like a tidal wave.