Tomb Raiders: After the Nine Gates Ancestor, they let loose and did whatever they wanted!

Brilliant bolts of lightning danced wildly in the air like silver snakes, relentlessly bombarding him, but Xiao Zhang Qiling remained as steady as a mountain, completely unmoved, and even became excited! ↗

However, as Zhang Qiling watched the lightning explode around him, he couldn't help but recall the days when he was used as a blood pack, and a feeling of indescribable regret welled up in his heart.

Someone oblivious to the situation quietly remarked, "It's all wasted..."

Indeed, Zhang Qiling remained unmoved amidst the "flames of war," and suddenly understood why he had previously lamented his brother Xian's misfortune.

Seeing the pained look on his face, as if to say, "Little brother, you've had such a hard time," Zhang Qiling hadn't thought much of it before, since everyone around him had gone through the same thing.

Thinking about it this way, the junior official suddenly realized he was in a rather pitiful situation.

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But at least he protected himself while clearing the way, so there's nothing to regret. That's how open-minded Zhang Qiling is. But looking at his cozy little home that was shattered, Zhang Qiling couldn't be so open-minded anymore!

Junior official: All of this was arranged by everyone together, but now... it's gone! Gone!

Qilin, bite it!

(?▂?)

Envious kid, who was just about to boast about his younger brother's teaching achievements, said: "That's right~ No matter what method it is, as long as you can protect yourself in a crisis, there's nothing shameful about it!"

Who cares about righteousness or evil? It's easy to talk when you're not in that situation. Being able to save your life is the most important thing. Excellent!

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Feint attack vs. going with the flow!

Accompanied by the wild dancing of these electric arcs, a series of crackling sounds...

From a distance, the lightning bolts looked as if the sky had been forcibly torn apart, each trying to devour the other without giving way!

"Leave some for me!" Zhisheng pulled out several trees from somewhere, and together with the strongman Xuzhu, they prepared to take advantage of "its" bounty for free. They worked together with the others in the idle group, delivering the bounty wherever the lightning struck.

The lightning struck everywhere in his anger, yet he remained completely unharmed. How infuriating is that?

He muttered to himself, "Hehe, I finally got my chance! Such fine, pure natural lightning-struck wood is such a rare find! I must get as much as I can today!"

These two are truly researchers; their thought processes are completely different from others. They're just taking advantage of the situation and making "it" furious!

>?o?

With Xiao Wu's experience serving as a cautionary tale in their musical studies, Feng Che usually acts as the absolute pitch supervisor, ensuring that other musical sounds do not interfere with or harmonize with the flute playing Chen Qing.

As for now, just as the first bolt of lightning cleaved through the thick clouds, his fingertips were hooked around Shang Xian's...

His slender figure was draped in a soaked, dark blue robe, but that didn't hinder his left hand from moving with the grace of a crane dancing on the twenty-four-fret pipa.

The tassels hanging from the silver hairpin in her hair swayed with her body, drawing intermittent silver lines in the rain, much like the lingering shadows created by the plucking of a pipa.

"Boom——"

The moment the thunder rumbled across the mountain ridge near Hidden Life, a trembling hum pierced through the rain.

The reverberation of metal striking stone was still audible as the fingernails raced across the strings, the fine, grainy sounds like jade beads splashing on a celadon plate.

"Clang!↗"

With heavenly lightning as his companion, Feng Che is simply too arrogant!

Inhuman and insane

(?w?)hiahiahia~

"I'm just saying this because I feel like it. Do you think it's appropriate for the occasion?"

As the thunder roared again, Feng Che excitedly tilted his head back and shouted, his wet hair whipping out a shimmering arc of light that pointed towards Yan Ling and Kui Xing.

After all, the flickering, leaping arcs of electricity resembled uncontrolled silver snakes.

They roamed wildly in the shattered sky, seemingly searching desperately for their final resting place.

A burst of air, thick with the smell of burning, exploded with sparks on the string, releasing an incomparably sharp and deadly aura.

It forcefully suppressed the originally deafening thunder, making it sound much weaker!

☆～(ゝ.?

"Wow~ That was amazing!" It was Wei Wuxian's nonchalant cheer as he casually twirled his flute and pressed it against his chin.

It was hilarious to see the little one's incredible strength and power as he tapped his knuckles on the flute; I laughed so hard my hands twitched.

"Aqi, listen to that crane-claw-like scratching at the zither! Using thunder as harmony, Feng Che is competing with the Thunder God in vocal range~↗"

"We're rooting for you, Xianxian! ~↗"

Before he could finish speaking, a bolt of purple lightning cleaved the bluestone at his feet, sending a shower of pebbles flying.

Wei Wuxian's eyes sharpened. Without hesitation, he lifted the hem of his robe and leaped onto a nearby broken rock, letting the whirlwind fill his sleeves with the smell of burning flesh.

Wei Wuxian moved with agility, suddenly spinning around and skillfully dodging the lightning bolt that was hurtling straight down from the sky.

With a gentle wave of his flute, Chenqing, the tassel at the end of the flute traced a semi-circular arc of cold light, appearing exceptionally elegant in the rain.

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Suddenly, on the last day before Xianzai'er's coming-of-age ceremony, the red ribbon on his head came undone unintentionally.

Her flowing hair was as unruly and dashing as when she first met Ling Wu, carrying a hint of rebelliousness and unbridled spirit.

At this very moment, amidst the vast expanse of rain, Wei Wuxian's proud and upright figure faintly overlapped with the figure who resolutely departed on Qiongqi Path years ago...

If we ignore the fact that Wei Wuxian rarely uses the Vermilion Bird bloodline...

"Adding fuel to the fire—who can't do that?" The spiritual energy was dwindling with each strike; He didn't want to die prematurely, so He had to intervene. After all, Wei Wuxian's spiritual energy and blood weren't wasted on the bronze gate.

Wei Wuxian: Little Sparrow, pass on a message~ Our house was struck by lightning~ We're so scared~

(￣y▽￣)~* Cover your mouth and snicker

Suddenly, the flute was held to his lips, and three rapid and powerful notes were uttered.

The melody echoed in the wind and rain, perfectly catching the snapped note on Feng Che's pipa.

One acts finishes, another begins – a perfectly coordinated ensemble.

Crows feeding their parents...

In an instant, a massive flock of crows, dark and heavy, swept in from all directions like a whirlwind. They circled and danced in the air, surging in from all sides like a raging black whirlwind.

The crows circled and soared in the air, their wings flapping rapidly, each flap creating a powerful gust of air.

Their sharp feathers rubbed against each other, producing a series of piercing and noisy cacophonies.

From afar, this flock of crows resembles a surging, dark ocean that blots out the sky, its deep black color like a heavy, imposing mountain.

It pressed down on the dark clouds that concealed lightning and thunder, as if it would crush the entire world.

The already deep night, illuminated by this flock of crows, appeared as if it had been splashed with a thick layer of ink, becoming even darker and more utterly devoid of light.

"Stop it!" (╬?益?)

Accompanied by Wei Wuxian's chilling command, the melodious and mysterious summoning sound of Chenqing rang out.

The previously calm air seemed to be stirred up by an invisible hand, and began to surge violently.

Waves of extremely cold and eerie energy surged in from all directions of the bamboo forest, the chill penetrating to the bone.

Uh... aside from being a bit noisy

The two bloodlines present were unafraid, as were the group of spirits who were inherently cold, and the black-eyed man with the little one—one was used to praising, and the other was inherently prone to attracting evil.

Therefore, even though everyone in the Ghost Spirit Sect lost their homes amidst the rolling thunder, they felt perfectly at peace with themselves.