Chapter 137 You need to go deal with your offspring

"There!" Qiao Yu suddenly opened his eyes while walking. "Lightning! Thunderclouds!"

"What about thunderclouds? Isn't it normal to have thunder and lightning?" Lan Yezhou looked up at the sky speechlessly. "However, with thunderclouds gathering, we won't be able to fly on our swords anymore."

"No!" Yuan Qingling shuddered violently.

Ever since he was left behind in the Wuxiang Illusion Realm and struck by lightning bolt after bolt, he now reacted just like ordinary demonic beasts: he would shiver all over at the sight of thunder and lightning, as if reliving that nightmare.

"Hahaha! You're not scared of thunder, are you?" Lan Yezhou laughed boisterously, completely unbothered by his dignity.

Ever since their encounter with the elderly demon, perhaps having experienced life and death and gained a broader perspective, Shanhong Xing had also relaxed his restrictions on his two disciples quite a bit.

Lu Feiyu remained her icy-beauty self, but Lan Yezhou quickly hit it off with this duo—man and raven.

Now, as he mocked Yuan Qingling, he threw all decorum to the winds. Seeing the Golden Crow even more exaggeratedly transform into its beast form and burrow into Yuan Qingling's arms, he laughed so hard he ran out of breath.

Noticing that no one else was laughing and feeling a bit awkward, he stopped laughing and asked awkwardly, "Isn't it funny?"

"Not funny at all!" Lu Feiyu glared at him. "It is beneficial to your health to speak less with fools."

"Tch! Eldest Senior Sister is always like that, she thinks nothing is funny!" Lan Yezhou's hand paused as he patted Yuan Qingling's shoulder. "Are you really scared? Shaking like this, you're so old and yet you're afraid of thunder? What's so scary about it?"

Yuan Qingling offered a forced smile and said no more.

Actually, there were many things he wanted to say.

For instance: If you were a demon, you could go to the Myriad Height Peak and experience having your very last shred of demonic qi worn away by heavenly tribulations; if you were a cultivation practitioner, you could be roasted black on the outside and tender on the inside, using your life to experience youth rejuvenation firsthand; and if you were merely mortal, you would simply kick the bucket on the spot.

In his eyes, Lan Yezhou was just a sheltered youth, no different from his own Second Senior Brother back home—both of them were children spoiled rotten by their master, panicking the moment any major crisis struck.

"Doesn't your master quite like using this trick?"

During the fifty years when Myriad Height Peak was sealed, the thunderclouds on the mountain had never ceased; Wen Jingge had blown up a mountain right after waking up, and the mushroom cloud lingered for a long time; during their very first duel, thunderclouds rolled across the sky, and Wen Jingge achieved renown once more despite her defeat; and later... when the spiritual pool was rebuilt, thunderclouds blanketed the mountain, though people on all peaks had long since grown accustomed to it and asked no further questions.

"Yes, and, and Senior Brother also..."

"Huh?" Lu Feiyu's interest was piqued.

"Yes." Qiao Yu lowered his head in embarrassment. "Master gave Eldest Senior Brother a hammer. That hammer is unafraid of thunder and lightning, and seems capable of expelling evil spirits."

"It's thundering in broad daylight without any rain. You mean..."

"Eldest Senior Brother, it must be Eldest Senior Brother!" Joy surfaced on Qiao Yu's face. "If it were Master, the commotion would definitely be much bigger than this."

What they did not know was that just a few days prior, Wen Jingge had caused a massive commotion, and they were currently recuperating.

"This carriage actually feels pretty nice once it gets up into the sky!" Lu Wei exclaimed with emotion.

"That goes without saying. I never imagined I'd ever ride in one of these up in the clouds." Thinking of this, Wen Jingge also found it odd. "Hey! Back when you were a god, were there any huge ships in heaven? The kind that could travel to all sorts of places? How much did a ticket cost?"

"No." Lu Wei admired the beautiful scenery outside the window. The windows were made of glass, crystal clear.

"I've never heard of it either." The chicken essence squeezed herself in as well. "I've lived for nearly two hundred years, and if I haven't heard of it, I've simply never heard of it."

"What's the little girl's name?" Wen Jingge glanced at her a few more times. This was a pitiful demon, and it always felt a bit strange to keep calling her "Miss Chicken Essence."

"I don't have a name, Master..." She glanced sideways at Wen Xueshan. "Master calls me 'Hey!' or 'Little Demon,' but he's never called me by a name."

Wen Xueshan suddenly raised his head and said blankly, "I didn't call her that. It wasn't me."

"I know, it's your spawn."

Wen Xueshan's face flushed red. "Ancestor, this junior has something to say."

"Are you going to go deal with your spawn?"

"...Yes!" Wen Xueshan took a deep breath, forcing himself to accept this reality.

Wen Jingge waited for a long time without hearing him continue, so she had to ask, "And?"

"No, nothing else. Yes, since the Ancestor destroyed that place, more and more messengers will be sent down from the heavens. If those messengers aren't dealt with thoroughly, the mortal world will fall into chaos. In all likelihood, the Heavenly Ladder really might descend."

"So the Heavenly Ladder you said was going to punish me before was fake, then?" Cold light flashed in Lu Wei's eyes. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat him, he really would go up there and tear this guy to pieces.

"True, and also not true." Wen Xueshan said apologetically, "I said that before because I wasn't who I am now; I was merely following former protocols. Now I am a free agent and can speak the truth."

Listening to his word puzzle gave Lu Wei a splitting headache. If anyone in this carriage had a headache, the one lying at the very bottom of the carriage probably had the worst one of all.

The elderly demon let out a few groans of misery, finally restoring some quiet to the upper deck. "Where are we going?"

During the initial test flights, he had indeed harbored crooked intentions, but every time such a thought arose, the young girl up front acted like a mind-reading monster, guessing every single step of what he wanted to do next with absolute clarity.

After wandering around the nearby vicinity for a few days, he compromised.

Without compromising, he would starve; compromising occasionally meant getting to eat some leftover scraps.

There was no escaping, no way to cause trouble, and no possibility of harboring evil intentions.

He had become a completely useless demon.

At this moment, he even felt a sense of camaraderie toward the overlord sitting in the carriage above. That fellow must have gone through immense suffering as well, forced to stay by this woman's side as a mere servant and slave!

To think of his once-immaculate reputation!

What a sin!

He wondered how he would ever show his face if he happened to run into any of his fellow clansmen in the future.

"Mogan City."

"I don't know the location!" The old man grumbled. As if terrified by the torture he had endured, he hastily suppressed the arrogance in his heart and hastily corrected himself, "Looking like this, I'm likely to scare normal people, and I won't be able to ask for directions properly."

"Then just wander around randomly!"

Wander randomly...

The old man repeated these three words silently in his heart. He didn't dare wander randomly at all; if he really did, this person probably wouldn't say a word about stopping for an entire day, and in the end, he would be the one getting the short end of the stick.

"I, I'll go ask for directions."

Enduring the pain as if cutting flesh from his own body, the old man conjured a puppet doll and tossed it down from high altitude.

"Can I stop for a moment?"

"You call the shots."

*I say you people should just fall from here and die! But do I dare?*

The old man had truly been beaten into total submission.

"Then, then can we stop for a while?"

"Mm."

"Oh no!" he cried out in alarm. "It's thundering."

"Thunder?"

This carriage was crafted from unburned tree trunks, fire-resistant and electricity-resistant—everything except lightning. Not only was it not resistant, it actually attracted lightning; this was a unique array established specifically to spur the old man into running faster.

But right now...