197: Chapter 196 The Lei Family: Nothing More Than That

The God of War of the Lei Family's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Xiao Ye stood up and turned to look at the Loose Cultivators watching the commotion on the distant mountain Peak. After scanning them, he spoke languidly, "Who else wants to watch the show? Step out, and I will let you see enough."

The Loose Cultivators retreated in unison, shaking their heads like rattle-drums.

Xiao Ye nodded in satisfaction, withdrew his gaze, and waved his hand, "I will send you on your way."

With a single stroke of his sword, the head of the God of War of the Lei Family rolled onto the ground, his eyes wide open in death.

Standing amidst the pile of corpses, Xiao Ye's red hair fluttered, his robes stained with blood. He looked up at the darkening sky in the distance, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

"The Lei Family? Nothing special."

The Loose Cultivators on the distant mountain Peak fell silent. Today, they had truly seen something new—the Mahayana Late Stage God of War of the Lei Family had been pressed to the ground and hammered like a dog, without even a chance to fight back. Who would believe this if they told others?

But some would believe it, because they had seen it with their own eyes. The image within the recording stone was still glowing.

As the sun set, Xiao Ye turned and walked back to the main hall of the Hao Family. Yang Rong and Hao Qiqi stood at the entrance, their eyes reddening as they looked at the man who was covered in blood yet still brimming with high spirits.

"You scared me to death…" Yang Rong rushed over and hugged him, tears streaming down her face.

Hao Qiqi stood to the side, wanting to hug him but not daring to, biting her lip as tears welled up in her eyes.

Xiao Ye pulled the mother and daughter into his embrace with one arm each, smiling, "Why are you crying? Am I not perfectly fine? Come, let's go back and have a drink."

Yang Rong broke into a smile through her tears, while Hao Qiqi lowered her head, blushing.

In the distance, the Loose Cultivators on the mountain Peak were still chattering, and communication talismans flew everywhere; the news spread across the Central Region as if it had grown wings.

The God of War of the Lei Family, the God of War of the Lei Family, had fallen at the Hao Family. The one who killed him was the red-haired Xiao Ye, of unknown origin and cultivation, suspected to be an Earth Immortal.

The entire Central Region was in an uproar overnight.

The Lei Family, main hall.

Soul lamps extinguished one after another. The Disciple guarding the soul lamps turned deathly pale, his hands shaking so much that he couldn't even hold his teacup steady.

He stumbled as he ran to report, falling three times along the way, picking himself up and continuing to run.

"Patriarch! It's a disaster! Elder God of War of the Lei Family's soul lamp... has gone out!"

The teacup in Patriarch Lei Wanchou's hand shattered onto the floor with a "crack."

He stood up abruptly, his chair toppling backward with a harsh sound.

The main hall was deathly silent. A dozen or so clan Elders looked at each other, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

"The God of War of the Lei Family? The Mahayana Late Stage God of War of the Lei Family? Killed by a He-Ti Initial Stage brat?" One clan Elder's voice was trembling.

"The intelligence says that the man used some kind of secret technique to instantly raise his cultivation to above the Mahayana Peak Stage." Another clan Elder's face was livid, "Furthermore, he had the battle soul of Hao Sailei assisting him—a Mahayana Peak Stage ghost. Lei Dong was killed by that battle soul."

"Hao Sailei?" Patriarch Lei Wanchou's pupils contracted sharply, "That Hao Sailei who was ambushed by our Lei Family ancestor? How could his battle soul be in that man's hands?"

No one could answer this question.

The main hall fell into a dead silence.

Patriarch Lei Wanchou's face was livid, his fingers gripping the armrest until it creaked.

He thought of his youngest son, Lei Bi, who had fled back, thought of the clansmen who had died at the Hao Family, and thought of the severed head of the God of War of the Lei Family.

The rage burned so intensely it made his internal organs ache, yet he dared not move.

The opponent could even kill a Mahayana Late Stage Cultivator; who else in the Lei Family could be sent to their death? The Earth Immortal Old Ancestor was in secluded cultivation and could not be disturbed.

Of the remaining Mahayana powerhouses, who would be willing to throw their lives away?

"Pass down the order," Patriarch Lei Wanchou took a deep breath, his voice raspy like sandpaper on wood, "Do not provoke the Hao Family for the time being. Investigate! Investigate that person's background for me! What is his name, where is he from, what are his weaknesses—investigate everything!"

"Yes!"

The news also reached the ears of other forces in the Central Region.

The intelligence networks of the major noble families and immortal sects operated at full capacity, and in less than three days, Xiao Ye's background had been completely dug up.

The Emperor of the Great Qian of the East Sea Region, a Body Integration Stage Cultivator, skilled in Alchemy, possessing an aurora warship, with off-the-charts combat power; he once single-handedly slaughtered nine Saints of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace and even took the Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace as a concubine.

His harem was filled with countless beauties, and he had nearly a hundred offspring. He had recently moved to the Hao Family in the Central Region and was suspected of having an affair with Hao Qiqi and her mother.

The most critical point—Xiao Ye was lecherous.

Extremely lecherous.

Even after arriving in the Central Region, he didn't forget to inquire about which families had beautiful Fairies.

The big shots of the major forces began to ponder.

They couldn't afford to provoke the Lei Family, but surely they could afford to send a beauty?

If they happened to catch the eye of that Emperor Xiao, wouldn't that be like latching onto a big tree? Even if they couldn't latch onto a big tree, getting to know him wasn't bad either.

Thus, a vigorous "beauty-sending movement" quietly emerged in the Central Region.

That day, Xiao Ye was in the backyard guiding Yang Rong and Hao Qiqi in their Dual Cultivation Technique.

The so-called guidance was actually just cuddling and hugging, plus some indescribable actions.

The little maid Xiaoqing stood to the side holding a tea tray, her face blushing so red it could drip blood, yet her eyes couldn't help but glance over there.

"Master! Good news! Incredible good news!" Li Fu ran in excitedly, holding a thick stack of visiting cards, grinning like a chrysanthemum.

"What good news?" Xiao Ye didn't even look up, continuing to hold Hao Qiqi's waist, his fingers wandering restlessly along her waist.

"The major noble families and immortal sects are lining up to send us beauties! Here are the visiting cards, here are the portraits, here is the list, and here is—" Li Fu spread a pile of things on the table and caught his breath, "Master, take your time choosing. Once you've picked, I will go and propose."

Xiao Ye finally raised his head, glanced at the pile of portraits on the table, and the corners of his mouth slowly spread into a grin.

"Who are they?"

"The Chen Family, one of the six great noble clans of the Central Region, wants to send their Third Young Miss for a marriage alliance." Li Fu opened a portrait; the woman in the painting had bright eyes and white teeth, with a gentle temperament, "The Third Young Miss of the Chen Family, eighteen years of age, Heaven-Grade High Grade Spiritual Root, Golden Core cultivation…"

"Golden Core? No." Xiao Ye waved his hand, "My standards are higher now; at least Soul Transformation."

"Yes, yes, yes, Master has high standards." Li Fu hurriedly flipped to the next one, "This is the Saintess of the Beiming Holy Land, two hundred years of age, Soul Transformation Peak Stage, Heaven-Grade High Grade Spiritual Root, she is as fresh and lovely as they come…"

"Beiming Holy Land? Aren't they in the Northern Territory? They still have the mind to send beauties?" Xiao Ye raised an eyebrow.

"It's because they were scared witless by the Blood Demon and want to find a backer." Li Fu lowered his voice, "I heard the Lord of Beiming personally designated the most beautiful Saintess to be sent over."

Xiao Ye rubbed his chin, "This one can be considered."

"And this one, this is the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land's—" Li Fu opened a portrait; the woman in the painting was bewitching and charming, with fluffy fox ears, "The newly appointed Saintess of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Clan, He-Ti Initial Stage, a stunning beauty. They said that as long as Master is willing to accept her, the previous matters will be wiped clean."

"Heavenly Demon Sacred Land?" Xiao Ye smiled, "Are they afraid that I will storm their door, so they are sending a beauty first to seek peace?"

"That is likely the meaning."

Xiao Ye put down the portrait, leaned back against the chair, crossed his legs, and smiled like a fox that had stolen a chicken.

"Li Fu, pass down my decree—starting tomorrow, I will hold a 'Concubine Selection Assembly.' Central Region, Northern Territory, Southern Border, Western Wasteland, East Sea—anyone who thinks they are beautiful enough can come to sign up. No age limit, no cultivation limit, no race limit; the only requirement—be good-looking."

Li Fu was stunned for a moment, "Master, how many people will that be?"