Children

With the "Golden Crow Transformation into Rainbow" technique to travel, Dugu Qiubai quickly arrived in the Eastern Wilderness from the Central Plains and found the original body.

Xiao Yun's true form is currently on his way to the Sword Pavilion. He sensed Dugu Qiubai's arrival halfway there and waited for a moment.

After handing the futon to Dugu Qiubai, Xiao Yun asked him to take the Heavenly Emperor's memory orb back to his master, Di Tian, ​​for comprehension.

After that, Xiao Yun continued on to Sword Pavilion.

"It's time to urge that old guy Lei Zhan to go and cause trouble for Jun Shentong," Xiao Yun thought.

The Jun family also has a deadly feud with the Chaos Holy Land, no less than their hatred for the Primordial Holy Land.

This time, Gu Tianyi is attacking the Chaos Holy Land, and perhaps the Jun family will take advantage of the situation.

Sending Lei Zhan to cause trouble for the Jun family at this time, letting them fight like dogs, would be a good way to reduce the number of enemies for the Chaos Holy Land.

Jian Ge.

The Sword Pavilion, which was originally in ruins, has now been rebuilt.

Lei Zhan was, after all, a quasi-emperor with a powerful force in the Eastern Wilderness, so rebuilding a base would be easy for him.

They weren't as poor as the Dugu family. The Dugu family lived in seclusion in the mountains and didn't know how to manage money.

"So it's Senior Dugu Wudi who has graced us with his presence. Lei Zhan is so sorry for not greeting you sooner!"

At Lei Zhan's level, Xiao Yun naturally couldn't hide anything from him, especially since he hadn't intended to conceal his presence in the first place.

"Little Lei Zhan, no need for such formalities!" Xiao Yun waved his hand and smiled kindly, like an old parent looking at their child.

Lei Zhan felt a little embarrassed by that kind look. He felt like he was the other person's illegitimate son. Bah, how could I, Lei Zhan, have anything to do with the Dugu family?

"Please come, senior. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Lei Zhan quickly led the way and entered the Sword Pavilion with Xiao Yun.

A figure shot over from afar; it was Lei Zhan's son, the young master of the Sword Pavilion.

The young master of the Sword Pavilion had just seen his father rushing to the door and thought something had happened, but it turned out he was just going to greet an old man with white hair.

This greatly surprised the young master of the Sword Pavilion.

You have to understand, his father was the strongest sword saint, and now he possesses an imperial weapon. Who in the world can rival him? Probably only Gu Tianyi.

Such a powerful figure actually went to personally receive an old man with white hair. Just who is this old fellow?

"Father, senior!" Although the young master of the Sword Pavilion was puzzled, seeing that his father was very respectful to Xiao Yun, he naturally had to bow respectfully.

"Senior, this is my son!" Lei Zhan introduced from the side.

Xiao Yun nodded, looked at the young master of the Sword Pavilion with a kind expression, stepped forward, and extended his palm.

"Uh..." The young master of the Sword Pavilion was stunned. He looked at Xiao Yun's outstretched hand and wanted to dodge, but he felt that his father was here and the other party should not harm him.

In that brief moment of hesitation, Xiao Yun's hand was already stroking the head of the young master of the Sword Pavilion.

"Hmm, Little Lei Zhan, you have a good child. He has reached the top level of the Great Sage at such a young age, and he is not far from the peak of the Great Sage."

Xiao Yun patted the head of the young master of the Sword Pavilion and smiled at Lei Zhan.

"..."

The young master of Sword Pavilion really wants to die. Damn it, are you done touching me? Do you think I'm petting a dog? I'm a Great Sage, a Great Sage who has lived for over two thousand years, I'm not a child.

Lei Zhan's lips twitched slightly. He didn't think Xiao Yun was wrong to touch his son's head; he just found Xiao Yun's way of addressing him rather odd.

"Little Thunder War"?

You call me that in front of my son? It's really embarrassing for me.

Forget it, for the sake of that imperial sword, Lei Zhan held back. Anyway, it was just a few minor details, and there was no need to offend this kind senior in front of him.

"Senior, you flatter me. My son is dull-witted and has not yet reached the peak of the Great Sage realm. He has been surpassed by some juniors and is truly unworthy of your praise," Lei Zhan said humbly.

"That's not how it works. Some people are destined to achieve great things later in life. Your son has good talent, and with you by his side to guide him at any time, it's only a matter of time before he reaches the peak of the Great Sage."

Xiao Yun stroked the head of the young master of the Sword Pavilion as he spoke. A slight smile played on his lips as he thought to himself: "Hmm, feels good, comparable to my nephew."

The young master of the Sword Pavilion, whose head he was patting, was filled with shame and indignation. He wanted to smash his head against a wall and die. Especially after hearing Xiao Yun's words, he felt that the old man in front of him disliked him and harbored malice towards him.

What does "your son" mean?

My father called me "my unworthy son" out of modesty. How dare you, an old man, call me that?

However, seeing his father being very respectful to the old man in front of him, the young master of the Sword Pavilion still held back.

Xiao Yun touched her head, causing her hair to become a little messy.

The young master of the Sword Pavilion glanced around and saw some Sword Pavilion disciples approaching. He quickly sent a telepathic message to tell them to leave, as he didn't want anyone to see his current situation.

After a while, Xiao Yun finally withdrew his hand.

The young master of the Sword Pavilion finally breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly ran behind Lei Zhan and dared not approach Xiao Yun again.

"Oh, don't rush off, child, I still have a gift for you."

Seeing the young master of the Sword Pavilion running away, Xiao Yun couldn't help but say something.

The young master of the Sword Pavilion curled his lip. What gift? He couldn't care less. He was a top-tier expert of the Great Saint realm. Even if you gave him a Great Saint weapon, he wouldn't care.

Anyway, he didn't want to go to Xiao Yun's side again and get patted on the head by Xiao Yun.

Lei Zhan probably guessed what his son was thinking, so he politely declined, saying, "Senior, you're too kind. My son is no longer a child, so there's no need to give him a gift."

Xiao Yun understood the meaning behind his words.

This means that his son is no longer a child, so please don't touch his head anymore, as it's a bit embarrassing.

"Alas, it's my fault. I've lived for thousands of years. Back then, I drank and sang with Zhan Zu. Now, everyone looks like a child to me."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yun couldn't help but sigh, "What a pity for this white tiger spirit. Since you don't want it, then forget it."

As he spoke, Xiao Yun also took out a White Tiger True Spirit.

When Lei Zhan and the young master of the Sword Pavilion saw the White Tiger True Spirit in Xiao Yun's hand, their pupils shrank and their eyes widened.

"White Tiger!"

"The Ten Great Divine Beasts!"

Lei Zhan and the young master of the Sword Pavilion, father and son, were immediately flustered. Lei Zhan, in particular, was filled with regret and wished he could slap himself.

He was a quasi-emperor who lacked nothing, but he couldn't find such a powerful divine beast spirit for his child.

Back then, he traversed the imperial path, but he only managed to find an ordinary divine beast spirit for his son.

"Senior, no, no, no, in front of you I'm just a child!"

Lei Zhan is a quasi-emperor and the strongest sword saint. After all, he has a certain magnanimity and it is impossible for him to change his mind and go back on his word in an instant.

However, the young master of the Sword Pavilion doesn't care about that. As long as he obtains the true spirit of the white tiger, his chances of advancing to the peak of the Great Saint will be much greater, and the time required will be shortened considerably.

At that moment, the young master of the Sword Pavilion ran up to Xiao Yun with a servile look on his face. He was almost half a head shorter than Xiao Yun and said with a fawning smile, "Senior, now that the War Ancestor has passed away, you are the most senior person in the cultivation world. In front of you, we are all children."

Lei Zhan's lips twitched. He felt that his son had embarrassed him too much. Moreover, it was one thing for the boy to say that he was a child, but he actually generalized and condemned everyone, including him. He was no good at all.

However, in order to obtain the White Tiger True Spirit from Xiao Yun, Lei Zhan could only cooperate and say, "Senior, my son is right. In front of an enlightened master like you, we are all just children."

"Haha, this kid really knows how to talk, I like him!"

After listening, Xiao Yun reached out and touched the head of the young master of the Sword Pavilion, rubbing it for a while.

The young master of the Sword Pavilion wore a smirk. Although he felt bitter inside, he decided to swallow his anger in order to obtain the White Tiger True Spirit from Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun felt secretly pleased. He had just beaten up this kid not long ago, and now he was patting his head like a dog. It was so satisfying.

Xiao Yun didn't like killing enemies indiscriminately; he felt more accomplished in toying with them.

When the young master of the Sword Pavilion finds out his identity, he'll probably be so angry he'll want to commit suicide.