Swallowing the Starry Sky: Rebirth of the Thunder Dragon Emperor, Many Children and Many Blessings

"It's him?"

When Lei Dong heard the words "Ancestor Linghu", a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

He tapped his slender fingers lightly on the armrest, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Oh? Old Linghu is here too?"

Just as he finished speaking, there was a commotion outside the hall.

An old man in a grey robe staggered in. It was the Linghu Patriarch of the Huangfeng Valley.

His face was filled with panic, and even his Taoist robe was a little messy. There was no trace of the dignity of a Nascent Soul Patriarch.

“Leilei.”

Patriarch Linghu widened his eyes and looked at Lei Dong who was sitting in the main seat, and his voice changed tone.

Lei Dong stood up leisurely and walked slowly to the front of Patriarch Linghu.

"Brother Linghu, we haven't seen each other for many years. How come you can't even speak clearly?"

The word "Senior Brother" made Elder Linghu tremble all over.

Only then did he remember that when Lei Dong was in Huangfeng Valley, he had indeed become his disciple.

But who could have imagined at that time that this inconspicuous little disciple would now become a powerful being who was half a step away from becoming a god?

"Senior Lei Lei."

Cold sweat oozed from Linghu Patriarch's forehead, and he quickly changed his words, "I was blind and didn't recognize the great man. Back then..."

“Hey~”

Lei Dong suddenly reached out and pressed down on Elder Linghu's shoulder, smiling and saying, "Brother, why are you so distant?

If it weren't for my senior brother taking me in, how could I, Lei Dong, be where I am today? "

These words made Elder Linghu even more frightened.

He clearly remembered that he did not take this disciple seriously at that time, and even

Sure enough, Lei Dong’s next words almost made Patriarch Linghu fall to his knees.

"Come to think of it, my senior brother once withheld my foundation-building pills."

The hall suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath and watched this old ancestor in the early Nascent Soul stage trembling in front of Lei Dong.

Nangong Wan was watching with great amusement and couldn't help but chuckle.

This smile made Elder Linghu feel even more ashamed, and his old face turned red.

"That. Junior Brother Lei."

Elder Linghu said with a stiff face, "I was blind back then."

"Hahaha!"

Lei Dong suddenly laughed and patted Linghu Patriarch on the shoulder. "It was just a joke, why do you take it seriously, Senior Brother?"

This slap of his almost made Elder Linghu kneel on the ground.

Lei Dong quickly supported him and pretended to be surprised and said, "Hey, brother, why are your legs weak? Is there something wrong with your training?"

Elder Linghu complained bitterly in his heart, but he dared not show any dissatisfaction. He could only smile and say, "Yes, there are some old injuries."

There was a hint of mischief in Lei Dong's eyes, and he suddenly leaned close to Elder Linghu's ear and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Don't worry, for the sake of those foundation-building pills I gave you back then, I won't make things difficult for you. However..."

He changed the subject and his voice became a little colder: "I am very interested in the 'Qingyuan Sword Technique', the sect treasure of Huangfeng Valley."

Elder Linghu froze for a moment, but then he nodded repeatedly as if he had been pardoned: "Of course, of course! I'll have someone send it over right away!"

Lei Dong nodded with satisfaction and turned back to his seat.

He winked at Nangong Wan and said in a voice transmission, "How is it, did your husband help you vent your anger?

Back then, this old man made things difficult for you, the Yanyue Sect.

Nangong Wan smiled, her eyes full of tenderness.

Of course she knew that Lei Dong was venting his anger for her.

Back then, Patriarch Linghu relied on his profound cultivation to cause trouble for the Yanyue Sect many times.

Just then, there was another commotion outside the hall.

A man in purple robe walked in swaggeringly. It was the old demon Yunlu from the Hehuan Sect.

"Hahaha, old Linghu, you run really fast!"

The old demon Yunlu walked in with a loud laugh, glanced around the hall, and suddenly froze in place.

He saw Lei Dong sitting in the main seat, and Nangong Wan standing beside him, pouring tea for him intimately.

"This this."

The smile on the old demon Yunlu froze on his face.

The smile on the old demon Yunlu froze instantly, and the color on his face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His pupils contracted violently and the hairs on his body stood on end.

The aura emanating from this seemingly lazy half-step-to-God-transformation cultivator in front of him was even more sinister and terrifying than that of him, the giant of the demonic world!

"Senior Lei Lei."

The voice of the old demon Yunlu sounded as if his throat was strangled, so dry that he could hardly make a sound.

He instinctively took a half step back, but found that his legs were weak and he was a little unsteady on his feet.

Lei Dong slowly raised his eyes, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth.

But those eyes - as black as ink, as deep as the abyss, as if hiding endless bloody murderous energy, just one glance made the old demon Yunlu feel like he was falling into an icy cave!

"Fellow Daoist Yunlu, I haven't seen you for a hundred years. How come you can't even stand steadily?"

The thundering sound was light, but it carried a chilling chill.

The old demon Yunlu had cold sweat on his forehead and his heart was almost jumping out of his chest.

He had practiced magic for hundreds of years and believed himself to be extremely murderous, but now in front of Lei Dong, he was like an ant facing a ferocious beast!

The pure, almost materialized dark pressure made it difficult for him to even breathe.

"Senior, you are joking."

The old demon Yunlu forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and his voice trembled unnaturally, "Junior. Junior is just..."

"Just what?"

Lei Dong leaned forward slightly, a hint of red flashing in his eyes.

"I just didn't expect that the little monk you laughed at as 'mediocre' back then would now make you unable to even speak clearly?"

The old demon Yunlu trembled all over, and the scene from many years ago flashed through his mind.

At that time, Lei Dong was just a young cultivator in the foundation-building stage.

And now.

"Plop!"

The old demon Yunlu could no longer hold on, and his knees slammed heavily on the ground, his forehead touching the ground, and his voice was filled with unprecedented fear.

"I am blind and ignorant! Please spare my life, senior!"

There was dead silence in the hall.

Everyone looked at this scene in shock.

The dignified leader of the Hehuan Sect, a great demon in the late Nascent Soul stage, was frightened by Lei Dong's eyes and fell to his knees begging for mercy!

Lei Dong chuckled, slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said calmly: "I heard that you flirted with my Wan'er back then?"

The old demon Yunlu trembled all over, and his face turned as pale as paper in an instant.

He looked up suddenly and met Nangong Wan's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He felt as if he had fallen into hell!

"Senior, please understand!"

Yunlu Old Demon's voice changed. "That's all misunderstanding! I was drunk at the time."

"oh?"

Lei Dong tapped the tabletop lightly with his fingertips, and each tap seemed to hit the tip of Yunlu Old Demon's heart. "Are you awake now?"

"Awake! Absolutely awake!"

The old demon Yunlu nodded frantically and hurriedly took out a blood jade ring from his storage bag.

"This is the 'Nine Netherworld Jade' that I have collected. It can help Fairy Nangong stabilize her soul! Please accept it!"

Lei Dong took a glance at it, took it casually, and put it on Nangong Wan's slender finger: "Wan'er, do you like it?"

Nangong Wan smiled sweetly, with a hint of cunning in her eyes.

"Not bad~ but."

She suddenly looked at the old demon Yunlu, her voice soft but chilling, "I remember that the Hehuan Sect also has a 'Seven Emotions Demon Lotus'?"

The old demon Yunlu’s eyes went dark and he almost fainted - that was the Hehuan Sect’s most precious treasure!

But looking at Lei Dong's eyes that were gradually turning bloodshot, how could he dare to say a single word of "no"?

He gritted his teeth and said, "Yes! Yes! I will have someone send it over right away!"

Lei Dong nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand lazily: "Go away."

The old demon Yunlu was as if he had been pardoned. He crawled out of the hall without even daring to look back.