Chapter 72: Thunderous Skies Over Feilei City

A gentle downpour cascaded, drenching both heaven and earth.

The overcast sky, a murky gray, made it seem as though night had come too soon, filling the air with an oppressive, claustrophobic gloom.

A sudden clap of thunder split the night, its flash momentarily dispelling the darkness, yet the thick mist enveloping Feilei City kept visibility near zero.

Outside the Xu Ji Divine Cultivation Institute.

Towering walls surrounded the area while the guards responsible for security sought shelter from the rain.

They clutched their weapons and leaned against the doorway, momentarily lost in thought as the rain pounded the black tiles and erupted into fragmented splashes.

Ever since the Yang Family Divine Cultivation Institute was breached and its Prodigy abducted.

The Xu Family and the An Family have since beefed up security around the Divine Cultivation Institute, increasing the number of patrolling warriors.

The rain was coming down in torrents.

With winter’s chill still lingering, such a massive thunderstorm was a rare sight.

The frigid air, compounded by icy rain, became utterly bone-chilling.

“This cursed weather, as if the heavens were unleashing their fury.”

A burly warrior guard, leaning against the door, glanced at the gloomy sky and muttered under his breath.

As a Blood Exchange warrior with powerful vitality, he wasn’t afraid of the cold—but enduring discomfort was another matter entirely.

“Keep your guard up. Weather like this is the perfect opportunity for any schemer to strike…”

An elderly warrior guard, chewing on a pipe, murmured in a low tone.

This old warrior had reached the sixth level of Blood Exchange, while the rest of the guards were trained in Bone Tempering.

Such a formidable lineup clearly showcased the An Family’s commitment to protecting the Divine Cultivation Institute.

“Boss, you’re being overly cautious. The An Family is one of Feilei City’s premier clans—who would dare attack the Divine Cultivation Institute?”

“Back in the day, the Yang Family didn’t have defenses like ours…”

Several Bone Tempering guards burst into laughter as they joined in.

But before their words could finish, the dense rain curtain was violently torn apart…

Accompanied by howling winds and the shattering crack of ruptured air!

Massive hammers swung through the storm, crashing down with thunderous force!

An overwhelming surge of divine power left the guards stunned; in that split second, their senses were overcome as the giant hammers smashed their heads, sending sprays of white and red blood flying!

The pipe-smoking Blood Exchange warrior’s eyes widened in fury as he grabbed his long knife and sprang to his feet!

“Divine Power! [Xin E Jing Gang]! Yang Family?!”

“Yang Family! How dare you?!”

The old warrior roared in anger.

In the very next instant, a towering figure tore through the rain with a wailing cry, swinging a massive hammer straight at his head.

With unstoppable force, it shattered the Blood Exchange warrior’s skull.

“Attack!”

Amid the dense, clinging scent of blood,

a colossal figure wearing a surprised girl’s mask spoke in a dispassionate tone.

Several figures hauled blood-dripping hammers from the fallen bodies and charged into the rain toward the Divine Cultivation Institute.

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The torrential rain roared, causing water to cascade from the eaves like jeweled curtains.

Granny Mu leaned on her serpent-head wooden cane as she sat in a rattan chair; swirling heat and the rich aroma of tea filled the air while she carefully poured milk into her cup.

Milk with tea—a method taught by an old friend—and to her surprise, its unique flavor delighted her.

Remembering that friend, Granny Mu’s gaze drifted toward the incense-scented room where the Chubby-Headed Boy, steeped in divine power, sat meditating quietly.

“My grandson is already this big…”

Granny Mu sighed; the past had drifted away, and now she too had grown old.

“Li Nuǎnxi, focus on your meditation—cultivate your divine power!”

Suddenly, her face set into a stern mask as she forcefully stomped the ground with her cane.

Startled, XiXi—who had been furtively peeking at her milk tea—quickly shut her eyes and pretended to concentrate.

Granny Mu couldn’t help but feel resigned; Li Nuǎnxi, with his overwhelming divine power and innate talent as a top-tier Prodigy, was an exceptional seed for cultivation.

Yet his spirited nature was too lively—at only three years old, he was more agile than many four or five-year-olds.

“Master Li, such a refined and cultured man—how could he have fathered a daughter so… rash?”

Yes, Granny Mu couldn’t help but think ‘rash’ was the right word.

Apart from Lu Chi, which child in the Divine Cultivation Institute hasn’t been thrashed by XiXi?

Even a four- or five-year-old boy stands no chance against three-year-old XiXi.

This little girl was not only a fierce fighter but also incredibly clever—she fought with her wits.

Her innate combat prowess was nothing short of legendary…

The undisputed tyrant of the Divine Cultivation Institute!

Beside XiXi, Lu Chi had his eyes closed until, with a swift flick of his Nezha braid, he suddenly snapped them open and turned his head toward the warm room heated by the charcoal stove.

There was a distinct scent of blood…

and also… fluctuations of divine power!

Lu Chi frowned.

“Granny Mu! Lu Chi’s finally opened his eyes! Hurry and scold him!”

A Xu Family child exclaimed excitedly.

Lu Chi rolled his eyes. “These little brats are so immature. I, Lu Chi—am a genius disciple of the Qianyuan Divine Sect, after all.”

If it weren’t for protecting a junior sister who hadn’t even officially joined,

I really wouldn’t be sticking around here.

“Lu Chi, shut your eyes or Granny Mu will beat you up!”

“Immature,” Lu Chi scoffed.

But no sooner had he spoken than he regretted his words.

“Lu Chi! How dare you call me immature! I’m going to report this to my father!”

Sure enough, Lu Chi noticed XiXi by his side—hands on her hips, glaring and grinning smugly.

All the while, the meditation class teetered on the brink of chaos.

Granny Mu seized her serpent-head cane and stamped on it repeatedly.

Just as she was about to scold everyone into order,

her deeply lined face underwent a subtle change.

“Children! Get up and take shelter inside!”

“Lu Chi, take them with you.”

Granny Mu’s expression turned solemn as a surge of divine power radiated outward, quelling the disorder in the classroom.

Her sudden change in demeanor spooked the children into silence, and they scurried deep into the building under Lu Chi’s lead.

“Granny, is there a monster coming to get us?”

Before leaving, XiXi turned back to glance at Granny Mu.

“Don’t worry—Granny’s here…”

Granny Mu smiled warmly.

XiXi beamed brightly, “Then Granny, please be careful!”

Shortly after, XiXi followed Lu Chi into the depths of the house.

Granny Mu paused in surprise, but then her weathered face softened into a smile that warmed her heart.

The old man rose and shifted the rattan chair to face the relentless, pounding rain as gusts whipped up outside, battering the ground.

The wind tousled his withered hair.

He watched as the rain produced a hazy spray, outlining imposing figures clutching iron hammers.

Amid the clamor, the intermingled divine aura was filled with shouts and screams, stirring unrest and fear.

The old man sighed softly.

“[Xin E Jing Gang]—the Yang Family…”

When the Yang Family’s divine cultivators could unleash their power so recklessly within the Xu Ji Divine Cultivation Institute, yet none of the Xu Family’s own—like Xu Helil, Xu Beihu, or the Old Master—appeared,

Granny Mu suddenly understood.

“Family clans are as they always have been. Even after all these years, their unchanging nature of sacrificing everything for profit is truly… revolting.”

“These… are just children. How could they possibly be sacrificed?”

Granny Mu murmured softly.

At the thought of XiXi’s radiant, lovable smile,

her eyes softened considerably.

The old man suddenly twisted his serpent-head cane, and with a resounding clang, a sharp longsword was drawn from it.

In an instant.

Within the rain, endless sword energy raged and intertwined!

It coalesced into a serpent of sword energy, facing down the charging Yang Family divine cultivators wielding massive hammers.

“Children, don’t worry—Granny’s here…”

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Inside the Bizarre Temple.

Li Che, seated beside the three-eyed, wrathful statue of the True Lord Prodigy, abruptly opened his eyes.

His form shimmered as he sprang from the altar.

Beneath his Cute Cow Mask, his eyes were icy cold.

Within his chest…

the 【Chess Sage】 Dao Fruit throbbed violently.

It was as if a casually dropped chess piece was about to be devoured.

The immaculate divine chess piece he had hidden within XiXi sensed imminent danger and immediately sent out a response.

“Something’s wrong with XiXi… Who dares touch my daughter?!”

A fierce, murderous aura suddenly radiated from Li Che, spreading through his limbs and making the red candles in the temple flicker wildly.

Closing his eyes, he focused his mind on the intense vibrations from the anchoring point of the immaculate divine chess piece.

Without a moment’s hesitation,

Li Che’s empty hand clenched.

In the next moment, his palm had grasped the white chess piece remaining within XiXi.

In this world, Li Che’s goal was simple—domestic bliss with a loving wife and children.

His wife and children were the soft spot in his heart.

No matter who it was…

if anyone dared to harm his daughter…

he would kill them on the spot!

Ogre… is about to embark on a bloodbath.

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