Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

"A gambler?"

Xiao Se frowned, his gaze fixed on the window of the thirteenth floor. "Snow Moon City only has one elder who loves gambling. Could it be Fairy Luoxia, Yin Luoxia?"

"Exactly."

Su Changqing smiled meaningfully.

"However, why would a fairy personally deal with a mere brat? She'd most likely have her disciple do it. Lei Wujie is lucky; he even got to see a beautiful woman while he was at it."

really.

Instead of the sounds of fighting, an eerie silence fell over the thirteenth floor.

But the silence lasted only a moment, followed by even more violent explosions and the cracking of tables and chairs.

"Looks like the talks broke down, and they just flipped the table."

Su Changqing commented.

About half an incense stick's time later, the lights on the thirteenth floor finally went out, and in their place, the passage to the next floor was opened.

Lei Wujie was covered in ash, and even his red clothes had several holes burned in them, making him look extremely disheveled. But he still gritted his teeth and rushed up to the fourteenth floor!

On the fourteenth level, guarded by several senior deacons from Snowmoon City, they jointly set up the "Heavenly Net Formation".

Lei Wujie learned his lesson this time and stopped confronting them head-on. Instead, he used the movement technique he had stolen from Su Changqing (actually, he had learned it after being beaten up by Xiao Nuomi) to dodge left and right. Finally, he used a "gunpowder bomb" to blast open a gap and narrowly escaped.

at last.

He arrived at the fifteenth floor!

This level is the last barrier to the Ascension Pavilion, apart from the top of the pavilion.

Lei Wujie pushed open the door, panting, but before he could even see what was inside, he was immediately locked onto by a terrifying intent to shoot!

"Those who trespass on the Heavenly Pavilion, halt!"

A dark figure stood with his back to him, holding a black gold spear, standing proudly.

The faint black light flowing over the gun exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

Lei Wujie's pupils suddenly contracted, and a sense of despair rose in his heart.

That silhouette...that intent with a gun...

"Gun...Gun Immortal?! Sikong Changfeng?!"

Lei Wujie felt his legs were about to give way.

"We're doomed! This isn't just trying to break through the gates, it's practically suicide! The fifteenth floor is guarded by a spear immortal? Is the sixteenth floor guarded by a god?"

Although he was confident, he also knew his own limitations.

Fight the Gun Immortal?

Isn't that just asking for trouble?

He could be killed with a flick of his finger!

"Are you scared now?"

Sikong Changfeng slowly turned around, his black robe fluttering even without wind, his face bearing the majesty of a city lord.

Although I was terrified yesterday, I still have to put on a show in front of the younger generation.

"Young man, some paths cannot be walked with just passion. Go back; this is not a place for you to run wild."

Sikong Changfeng paused with his spear, and with a "hum," the tip of the spear trembled, as if he were ready to strike at any moment and send this arrogant brat flying.

Lei Wujie gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

Should we get a refund?

Having come this far, wouldn't turning back make us a laughingstock to the whole world?

"I won't back out!"

Lei Wujie roared, trying to bolster his courage, "Even if it's a Gun Immortal, I'll give it a try! The worst that can happen is I get killed! I'll be a hero again in eighteen years!"

As he spoke, he prepared to circulate all his inner energy, ready for a desperate fight.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself."

Sikong Changfeng snorted coldly, about to raise his spear.

however.

Just as he raised his gun, his gaze inadvertently swept across the window.

On the rooftop of the Cloud Pavilion directly opposite, a man in a blue robe was sitting with his legs crossed, holding a handful of melon seeds, looking at them with a mocking expression.

Beside the man's feet lay a large yellow dog, gnawing on a chicken leg.

"hiss--!!!"

Sikong Changfeng shuddered and gasped. The spear that had been so imposing suddenly felt incredibly heavy, and with a loud crash, it almost slipped from his grasp and hit his feet!

"That's... Su Changqing?!"

Sikong Changfeng's pupils contracted sharply as the horrific scene of the dozen or so human-shaped fireworks flying into the sky yesterday, and the terrifying image of the dog barking at him, flashed through his mind.

More importantly, he saw the look in Su Changqing's eyes.

His smile was ambiguous, carrying a threatening tone that seemed to say, "Try it if you dare."

"Gulp."

Sikong Changfeng swallowed hard, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead.

This kid... could he have been sent by Su Changqing?

Just think about it, Su Changqing's wife is Li Hanyi, and this guy wants to find Li Hanyi... They're practically family!

If I were to injure this kid, would Su Changqing simply flick me with a finger and send me flying into outer space?

"Cough cough cough!"

Sikong Changfeng suddenly coughed violently, forcibly trying to cover up his loss of composure.

He swiftly sheathed his spear, instantly dispelling the terrifying aura emanating from him, as if the imposing spear immortal from before had been nothing but an illusion.

Lei Wujie was just about to fight to the death when he saw this scene and was completely stunned.

"W-what's wrong? Senior Gun Master, is your throat bothering you?"

Lei Wujie asked tentatively.

"No...it's nothing! I just suddenly felt a bit of a side stitch!"

Sikong Changfeng waved his hand, looking at Lei Wujie with a kind and amiable (but guilty) expression.

"Well... young man, I see you have extraordinary talent, a true prodigy in martial arts. Since you're so determined, wouldn't it seem unreasonable of me to obstruct you?"

"what?"

Lei Wujie was dumbfounded.

This script is wrong!

What happened to the promised fierce battle?

Where is the promised might of the Gun God?

"Um...senpai, you're not going to hit me anymore?"

"What are you fighting for! Snowmoon City is a civilized place!"

Sikong Changfeng glared at him, then secretly glanced out the window and saw Su Changqing nodding in satisfaction, before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"Since you are Han Yi... cough cough, since you have such determination, this city lord will let you pass! Get lost! Don't delay my sightseeing!"

After saying that, Sikong Changfeng turned aside and cleared the way for the sixteenth floor, as if he wanted to personally send Lei Wujie up there.

"Thank you so much, senior!"

Lei Wujie was completely confused, but he was a fool not to take advantage of the opportunity.

He quickly bowed to Sikong Changfeng, then rushed up the stairs, afraid that the old man would change his mind.

Watching Lei Wujie's figure disappear at the top of the stairs, Sikong Changfeng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and plopped down on the ground.

"That scared the hell out of me... What the hell is this?! Even as a city lord, I have to put up with my brother-in-law's attitude!"

……

Meanwhile, on the rooftop opposite.

"Tsk, that old fox, he really knows what's good for him."

Su Changqing spat out the sunflower seed shells, smiled, and shook his head.

Xiao Se watched in stunned silence.

Although he couldn't hear what was being said inside, he could see it clearly—Sikong Changfeng was about to make a move, but the moment he saw Su Changqing, he immediately lowered his gun and let him pass!

That apprehension, even fear, was completely undisguised!

"Sir... just how much psychological trauma did you leave on the Gunner?"

Xiao Se couldn't help but exclaim, "How could they get him to go this far? This is practically blatantly letting him win!"

"It's nothing, I just gave his dog a bone."

Su Changqing said it casually.

Xiao Se: "..."

I don't believe you for a second!

However, regardless of the process, the outcome is already predetermined.

Lei Wujie has truly reached the top!

……

The top of Dengtiange Pavilion.

The wind howled, and the air was bitterly cold.

It's more than ten degrees colder here than down below; it feels like I've instantly traveled from the human world to heaven.

Lei Wujie pushed open the last door and walked onto the rooftop platform in the clouds.

There are no guards here, no traps.

Only the endless gale made clothes flutter loudly.

And at the edge of that platform stood a person.

Lei Wujie passed through the fifteenth floor with a bewildered look on his face and arrived at the top of the Ascension Pavilion.

There, only the howling wind and a gray figure with his back to him could be heard.