1230: Chapter 363 Lei Yuan_3 1230: Chapter 363 Lei Yuan_3 “How can that be!” Su He chuckled.
“If Sister needs treasures, she can take them all, how could I begrudge them?”
Su He spoke with righteous ardor, his face full of generosity.
“Pfft!” Ji Feixue was taken aback for a moment and poked him, giggling: “Slick talker!”
She didn’t know how many treasures she had put into the sword she made for him, and it had been refined for a whopping 730,000 years.
How did it end up with her needing treasures?
“Little Master must not contact Emperor Luan in the future.”
“Hmm?” Su He did not understand.
Biting her lip, Ji Feixue hummed, “You just had a fight and already picked up his shameless facade.
Who knows what you’d learn from him with more contact.”
Su He: “…”
Chuckling, he put away the pangolin, scooped Ji Feixue up in his arms, and poked forward, opening a Netherworld Passage: “Wife, accompany me for a trip to the Netherworld?
Let’s go see the Western Thunder King.”
Having inherited White Tiger Zhangxian’s body, there was a causality to assume.
Showing off the Netherworld White Tiger Body in front of the Western Thunder King had become Zhangxian’s obsession before his death.
This time, he dreamt of two White Tigers again.
Was it a sign from Zhangxian from beyond?
But this counts as a provocation, doesn’t it?
Who knows if the Western Thunder King would turn hostile?
“Alright!” Ji Feixue smiled.
“I also have something I want to ask him.”
As they walked, Su He asked her, “Is my Inner World considered a separate world?”
Ji Feixue answered with a smile, “What, you want to see if you can surpass the Western Emperor?”
Su He laughed, “He is a White Tiger, and so am I.
Not only am I a White Tiger, but I am also Xuan Wu.
Vermilion Bird—I plan to go look for my little aunt later, to carve out a path, and so will Azure Dragon.
If I can embody the Four Spirits, naturally I aspire to go one step further.”
After all, he was a disciple of the Taoist Ancestor.
His fellow disciples have become the Tian Emperor, the Netherworld King, and the Human Realm Tao Master.
Though he could not listen to the teachings of the Taoist Ancestor day and night, the luck he carried was incredibly vast.
The Tao Te Ching had become part of his daily reading, his Inner World was unprecedented, and his Dual Cultivation partner started as an Immortal Sovereign…
If he couldn’t even surpass the White Tiger, it would be utterly indefensible.
Ji Feixue laughed.
The ambitious Little Master was somewhat attractive.
She then became guarded, for if he was so enticing to her, how much more would he attract ordinary Fairies?
She had to be wary of the vixens out there.
Thinking this, she got angry.
Other wives guard their husbands from people around them—at worst, from the whole world.
But with the Little Master, she had to be alert for hundreds of millions of years.
How is one supposed to cope?
Who knew which legend from history described him?
As they talked, the two had already entered the boundary of the Netherworld.
Looking ahead, they could see a throne suppressing from afar within the dark clouds, with the Western Thunder King sitting unmoving on the throne, so emaciated as to seem like a dried corpse, as if his oil was spent and his lamp burnt out.
Strikingly different from the Graceful Son in Zhangxian’s memory.
Beside him floated an unremarkable Treasure Sword.
It showed no might, yet it repelled the entire dark clouds.
Beneath the clouds, shadows tumbled, as if Primordial Fierce Beasts wanted to break free from them.
But before they reached the blade, they were sliced by the edge and shrank back with a scream.
“What’s behind the dark clouds?” Su He squinted.
They had been here before, but at that time, Su He had just Opened the Three-fold Heaven, and possessed neither the Xuanwu Body nor the White Tiger.
Although it seemed only one Big Boundary separated his current state from back then, the difference was as vast as between heaven and earth.
At that time, he could only see the boundless dark clouds.
Now, however, he could see something roaring behind the dark clouds, struggling to break free.
A great enemy was Sealed within the clouds.
“Chou!”
Before Ji Feixue could speak, the Western Thunder King on the throne slowly opened his eyes and looked at them, answering aloud.
“Indeed, quite ugly!” Su He commented on the figure beneath the dark clouds.
The Western Thunder King did not follow up but looked at Ji Feixue and Su He and simply said, “Su, Chou, Li, Bai, Fu…
The Five Ancestors of Yuan Sovereign.
Bai, Fu…
slain personally by the Tian Emperor, with no chance of turning back.
Su was slain by the Azure Dragon Emperor, Chou is here.
Li’s whereabouts are unknown.”
“Su?” Ji Feixue’s gaze fell on the sword suppressing the dark clouds, puzzled.
The moment the Western Thunder King mentioned this name, she felt an alarm rise within her.
An impulse surged from the depths of her heart, compelling her to slay this person.
Su He noticed Ji Feixue’s expression and thoughtfully squeezed her hand, looking up at the Western Thunder King, “Yuan Sovereign had five ancestors?”
“I once saw the Four Spirits alongside the White Tiger Ancestor, fighting against the heavens and breaking a being with five fingers…”
The Western Thunder King looked down, his voice mechanical as he regarded Su He, “As you…
suspect.”
Indeed!
Enlightened, Su He recollected what Baiyin had mentioned about the origins of the Yuan Sovereign Clan.
A Divine God’s severed finger turned into the Ancestor of Yuan Sovereign.
Now it seemed all the myths had been beautified, including that of the Yuan Sovereign.
Clearly, the Divine God had his fingers broken!
And not just one finger, but five.
Perhaps the Yuan Sovereign Clan felt that none of the five ancestors had led them to dominate the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, which was quite a loss of face.
Therefore, they condensed the story into one ancestor to save face?
Su He became curious again, “May I ask the Senior, from the time the five ancestors broke off the Divine God’s fingers to the outbreak of the war at the Southern Sea, how much time passed?”
The war at the Southern Sea was the great battle from White Tiger Zhangxian’s memory where he met his end.
In Zhangxian’s memory, the Yuan Sovereign Clan seemed to spring up overnight, spreading across heaven, earth, and all the realms almost instantaneously.
But how could such a massive clan emerge out of thin air?
During his previous visit to the Southern Sea Ice Cliff, at the revival site of the Qilin old ancestor, there were way too many left behind messages.