Lei Family Fortress! The Strongest Group of Friends and Family Arrives!

As the sun set, it dyed the clouds on the horizon a blood-red hue.

Lei Family Fortress, a gunpowder family that has stood in the martial arts world for hundreds of years, is now bathed in the blood-red sunset.

On the towering city walls, red flags fluttered in the wind, each "thunder" character seemingly written in blood, exuding a sense of solemnity and gravity.

Although tomorrow is the actual day of the Heroes' Feast, the castle is already bustling with activity.

Heroes from all walks of life, members of prestigious sects, and even some reclusive masters who rarely show their faces have all arrived one after another.

There is no other reason.

This Heroes' Banquet is not only a grand event held by Lei Family Fortress to restore its prestige, but also the occasion where the legendary Snow Moon Sword Immortal Li Hanyi is about to appear!

Who wouldn't want to witness the sword immortal's prowess?

"That's Lei Family Fortress... It looks quite impressive."

The carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the massive castle gate.

Su Changqing lifted the curtain, glanced at the architectural style that was full of gunpowder and metallic texture, and nodded slightly. "It's just that this defensive formation is too weak. If it encounters a real master, it can be trampled flat with one kick."

"Brother-in-law, can't you give me some face?"

Lei Wujie, who was driving, looked resentful. "This is my home! And it was designed by our ancestors hundreds of years ago. How can it compare to what we have now?"

"Okay, okay, your family is amazing."

Su Changqing replied perfunctorily, then turned and picked up Xiao Nuomi, "Come on, daughter, let's go see how the food is at Lei Family Fort."

At this moment, the fort gates were wide open.

A middle-aged man dressed in a gray long robe, with a thin but dignified face, was standing at the door with a group of Lei family disciples to greet them.

Although he looked somewhat sickly and coughed occasionally, the calm and steady aura he exuded made people dare not underestimate him in the slightest.

Lei Qianhu is the current lord of Lei Family Fortress!

"That's... the Snow Moon Sword Immortal?!"

The moment Li Hanyi stepped down from the carriage, everyone around her stared in disbelief.

Although she did not wear a mask or draw her sword, her innate aloofness was like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg, making people only dare to admire her from afar and not daring to touch her.

"Winter clothes!"

Lei Qianhu's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward to greet him.

Although Li Hanyi changed her surname, in the hearts of the Lei family, she will always be the young lady they are most proud of!

"Chihiro, it's been a long time."

Li Hanyi looked at her cousin, with whom she had grown up, and her gaze softened. "Your injury...isn't healed yet?"

"Cough cough, it's an old problem, it's nothing serious."

Lei Qianhu waved his hand, but his gaze fell on Su Changqing and Xiao Nuomi behind Li Hanyi.

Seeing Su Changqing's lazy and unprofessional demeanor, Lei Qianhu frowned slightly.

"And this is...?"

"Senior Brother Qianhu! Let me introduce you!"

Before Li Hanyi could even speak, Lei Wujie jumped out like a clown, pointing proudly at Su Changqing, "This is my brother-in-law! Su Changqing! And this is my little niece, Su Xiaonuo! She's super cute!"

"Brother-in-law?"

Lei Qianhu was taken aback and looked Su Changqing up and down a few times.

Although rumors circulate in the martial arts world that Su Changqing is a reclusive master, and even has the feat of severing the sky with a single chopstick.

But that's just a rumor; who would believe it without seeing it for themselves?

In Lei Qianhu's perception, the man in front of him had no internal energy fluctuations whatsoever, and he didn't even have the breathing rhythm that a martial artist should have.

He's just a completely ordinary person!

Is it a return to simplicity?

impossible!

Only the legendary Li Changsheng has ever reached that level!

How old is this kid?

Lei Qianhu felt somewhat disappointed, even displeased.

He wondered how someone as outstanding as Li Hanyi could have chosen such an ordinary man.

Is it because this face is good-looking?

"Mr. Su, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Although he thought this way, Lei Qianhu was, after all, the lord of a fortress, and he still maintained a good facade, though his tone was slightly cold.

"Since we're family, please come in. Hanyi, your room has always been reserved for you; it's in Tingyuxuan."

This blatant discrimination is obvious to anyone.

"Tingyu Pavilion? That's nice, the scenery is beautiful."

Su Changqing seemed oblivious to the disdain in Lei Qianhu's tone, and instead asked with a smile, "By the way, Lord Lei, I heard your specialty is gunpowder-grilled fish? Could you order a couple later? My daughter wants to try it."

"Gunpowder-roasted fish?"

Lei Qianhu's lips twitched.

What kind of weird name is that?

That's the Lei family's special spiced grilled fish, okay?

"Mr. Su is too kind. The kitchen will make the arrangements."

Lei Qianhu gave a curt reply and then ignored Su Changqing, turning instead to chat with Li Hanyi and Lei Wujie about everyday matters. In his opinion, there was nothing worth talking about with a "gold digger" who only knew how to eat.

Li Hanyi was a little angry and was about to stand up for Su Changqing when Su Changqing grabbed her hand.

Su Changqing shook his head at her, his eyes full of mockery.

The strategy of playing dumb to outsmart others is all about creating that contrast. The more you're underestimated now, the more spectacular the slap in the face will be when the tables are turned!

"Let's go in first."

Su Changqing, carrying Xiao Nuomi, swaggered into Lei Family Fort, acting more casually than if he were going home.

……

Night falls.

Lei Family Fort was brightly lit and bustling with activity.

The Su Changqing family was arranged to stay at Tingyuxuan. Although the location was a bit out of the way, it was quiet and peaceful.

After dinner, Su Changqing was counting stars with his daughter in the yard.

Sudden.

A cold wind blew by.

The once bustling front yard of Lei Family Fort suddenly fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, a series of uniform, heavy footsteps, like a death knell, came from outside the fortress gate.

"The Tang Clan has arrived!"

With this loud shout from the welcoming disciple, the atmosphere in the entire Lei Family Fortress instantly became solemn.

A group of Tang Clan disciples dressed in black and carrying huge mechanical boxes surged in like a black tide.

Each of them was expressionless, with cold eyes, and exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

And at the very front of the line.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a bright red funeral robe, slowly walked over, leaning on a dragon-headed cane.

Old Master Tang!

He came to a wedding banquet, yet he was dressed in funeral clothes! The implication is self-evident—

It's all or nothing!

A determination to die!

"Is this Old Master Tang?"

Standing on the roof of Tingyu Pavilion, Su Changqing looked at the old man exuding an aura of death, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Dressed like a red envelope, is he afraid no one will collect his corpse when he dies?"

It seemed to sense Su Changqing's gaze.

Old Master Tang, who was walking forward, suddenly stopped and slowly turned his head.

Those cloudy yet incredibly sharp old eyes locked onto Su Changqing precisely across the many courtyards!

Eyes facing each other.

It felt as if sparks were flying in the air.

A glint of ruthlessness and murderous intent flashed in Old Master Tang's eyes, as if to say, "Boy, don't rush, it'll be your turn soon."

Su Changqing simply smiled, and then...

He raised a middle finger at Old Master Tang.

"Old man, the coffin is ready for you, you're welcome."