The Heroes' Feast Begins! Old Master Tang's Show of Power!

The next day.

Lei Family Fortress, Martial Arts Training Ground.

The huge square, which could easily accommodate thousands of people, had already been transformed into a lavish banquet venue.

Hundreds of round tables were lined up, laden with delicacies from land and sea, fine wines and dishes.

Heroes from all walks of life gathered together, toasting and drinking, creating a lively atmosphere.

However, beneath this seemingly lively atmosphere, a suffocating undercurrent was brewing.

At the main table.

Lei Qianhu, the lord of Lei Family Fortress, sat upright in the main seat. Although he was physically weak, his back remained straight.

Sitting beside him was the old patriarch of the Tang Clan, dressed in red funeral clothes with a gloomy face.

Although the two wore smiles and exchanged polite phrases like "I've heard so much about you" and "It's a pleasure to meet you," their eyes seemed to flash with a fierce undercurrent of tension.

"Lord Lei, I heard that your Lei family has recently developed a new type of gunpowder with astonishing power?"

With a forced smile, Old Master Tang asked, "Since our two families are allies, why not share this? It would broaden the horizons of my Tang Clan disciples."

"You jest, sir."

Lei Qianhu calmly deflected the attack.

"These are just some trinkets, how can they compare to the hidden weapons and mechanisms of the Tang Clan? If the old master is interested, he can have his disciples spar another day."

"A friendly spar? I think now is a good time."

Old Master Tang snorted coldly and slammed his dragon-headed cane heavily on the ground.

At the sound, the Tang Clan disciples, who had been unable to contain themselves any longer, stood up one after another, each looking at the Lei Clan disciples opposite them with defiant eyes.

"I'd long heard that Lei Men's gunpowder was the best in the world, but seeing it today, it's nothing special!"

"Exactly! A bunch of brutes who only know how to play with firecrackers, how could they understand the intricacies of mechanical arts?"

"Dare to come out and practice? The kind where life or death doesn't matter!"

Faced with the Tang Clan's aggressive approach, the Lei Clan disciples were naturally unwilling to back down. They slammed their fists on the table and stood up, ready to roll up their sleeves and fight.

The situation was about to spiral out of control.

In the corner, on an inconspicuous little table.

Su Changqing and his family of three, along with Lei Wujie, Xiao Se, and Wushuang, who were freeloading at the meal, were sitting together.

Unlike the tense atmosphere over there, this place is warm, peaceful, and even a bit silly.

Unlike the other guests who were drinking and chatting, Su Changqing was completely focused on feeding his daughter.

"Come on, Nuonuo, open your mouth, ah—"

Su Changqing held his own special small bowl, disliking the uncleanliness of the bowls from Lei Family Fort. He scooped up a spoonful of carefully cooked spirit rice porridge, blew on it to cool it down, and then fed it to Xiao Nuomi.

"Mmm...delicious!"

Little Nuomi ate like a little hamster, her cheeks bulging, her two little feet dangling under the chair, completely ignoring the menacing stares around her.

"I said, brother-in-law..."

Lei Wujie couldn't stand it any longer and leaned over to whisper, "They're about to start fighting over there, and we're just eating porridge here? Isn't that a bit antisocial?"

"Don't fit in? Then don't fit in."

Su Changqing didn't even look up. "Fighting is nothing compared to eating. Besides, look at those Tang Clan members, their faces are all gloomy, they're obviously going to die young. Why bother arguing with dead people?"

"puff--"

Xiao Se was drinking tea when he heard this and almost choked on it.

Darkening between the eyebrows?

Short-lived ghost?

That's some serious sarcasm!

However, he glanced at Old Master Tang's funeral clothes and thought to himself that they were quite fitting for the occasion.

Just then.

Old Master Tang at the head table seemed to be losing patience.

He slammed his hand on the table, causing the wine glasses to bounce wildly, and the entire room fell silent instantly.

"Lei Qianhu!"

Old Master Tang's voice was like the hooting of an owl, hoarse and unpleasant, "My Tang Clan came with sincerity, yet you make all sorts of excuses! Is this how the Lei family treats its guests?"

"You, Lei Family Fortress, are hoarding gunpowder formulas, intending to dominate the martial arts world! What grand ambitions you have!"

When this serious accusation was leveled, Lei Qianhu's face instantly turned ashen.

"Grandpa! You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"

Lei Qianhu suppressed his anger, "My Lei Family Fortress acts with integrity and has never harbored any ambition for domination! But what are the Tang Clan's intentions in colluding with the Dark River?!"

"How dare you slander my Tang Clan!"

Old Master Tang's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his aura pressed down on Lei Qianhu like a mountain.

Lei Qianhu already had old injuries, and when he was provoked by this aura, his face turned pale and he couldn't help but cough.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Qianhu!" Upon seeing this, Li Hanyi was about to get up.

"Don't move."

Su Changqing grabbed her hand and continued feeding her porridge slowly and deliberately. "The show isn't over yet, what's the rush? Let the old man jump around a little longer."

Looking at Su Changqing's calm profile, Li Hanyi's anxiety miraculously subsided.

She knew that if he said that, there must be a reason behind it.

on the main table.

When Old Master Tang saw that Lei Qianhu's feigned weakness was actually due to injury, a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes.

He suppressed his imposing aura, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Alright, alright, since it's a misunderstanding, let's just wipe the slate clean."

Old Master Tang picked up the wine pot on the table, poured two cups of wine himself, then stood up and walked towards Lei Qianhu with the wine cup in hand.

"Today is a joyous occasion. Let us drink this 'wine of unity,' so that the Tang and Lei families may forever be friends and fight together against external enemies. What do you say?"

This sudden change stunned everyone present.

Just a moment ago they were shouting for war, and now they want to drink a toast of unity? What's this old fox up to?

Although Lei Qianhu was wary, in this situation, refusing the drink would be tantamount to completely breaking off relations and giving the Tang Clan an excuse to take action.

"Very well! Since it is the old master's kind invitation, Qianhu dares not refuse!"

Lei Qianhu took a deep breath, stood up, and stretched out his hands to take the wine glass.

The smile on Old Master Tang's lips deepened.

In those cloudy old eyes, a cold, venomous light gleamed.

Drink up!

Once this glass of wine is drunk, Lei Family Fort will be finished!

Just as Lei Qianhu's hand was about to touch the wine glass.