Chapter 344: Chapter 232: Sweeping the Lair, the Might of Thunder
A fiery glint flashed in Song Changsheng’s eyes. In this day and age, the power of Arrays was unquestionable. Take the Song Clan, for example. If not for their powerful Clan Protection Array, they would have been annihilated when the Lieyang Sect attacked.
A Clan Protection Array was a clan’s most solid line of defense and the biggest headache for any attacker.
If they had this Lei Zhenzi, breaking an Array would be much simpler, because this item tackled the problem at its very source.
After the Song Clan gained a Purple Mansion Cultivator, their first order of business was, naturally, to seize firm control over the entirety of Ling Province. That process was certain to be anything but smooth sailing.
And that was where the Lei Zhenzi came in.
At this thought, Song Changsheng hesitated no longer. He strode out of the dungeon and returned to the Minor Affairs Hall.
He took a jade, pocket-sized flying sword from a nearby rack and inscribed his message into it with his Divine Sense. Then, he let it go, and the flying sword instantly transformed into a streak of light, shooting off into the distance...
「In the Mortal Realm, inside the Garrison Mansion.」
Song Changxuan was dressed in a single thin robe, sprawled unceremoniously on a rattan chair. He was surrounded by several beautiful concubines with curvaceous figures and daring attire.
Some massaged his legs, others kneaded his shoulders, and one lay nestled in his arms, using her delicate hands to feed him grape-like Spirit Fruits. Surrounded by beautiful women and their soft whispers, he could not have been more content.
Song Changxuan was not yet thirty years old, with a pair of phoenix eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, and was exceptionally handsome.
Unlike the other Song Clan Elders, who were always strict with themselves, Song Changxuan was licentious by nature. He had taken nine concubines before he was twenty, and his frivolous behavior had always earned him the disapproval of the clan’s senior members.
Back when he placed in the top three of the clan tournament, some Clan Elders even petitioned Song Changsheng to revoke his right to receive a Foundation Establishment Pill, citing these reasons. Quite a few people agreed, and even Song Luyao had expressed a similar opinion.
But after careful consideration, Song Changsheng had disagreed. First, Song Changxuan’s talent was indeed the best of the "Chang" generation, second only to his own. And second, his indulgence in women had not affected his cultivation.
Moreover, though he was lacking in virtue, he was completely loyal to the clan and had earned considerable Merit; otherwise, he would not have even been qualified to participate in the tournament.
Unlike the ever-complaining Song Lutong, Song Changxuan didn’t mind being sent far from the core of power to guard the Mortal Realm. In fact, he felt even more liberated than before.
This feeling became even more pronounced after Song Lutong and Xia Yunxue left. He indulged in revelry nearly every night, lost in pleasure with no thought of returning home.
’Ah, this is the life of the gods. I wouldn’t mind living like this forever.’ Chewing on a succulent Spirit Fruit, Song Changxuan narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling utterly content.
"My lord~, I had a new outfit made earlier. Why don’t you come with me to take a look?"
The woman in his arms traced circles on Song Changxuan’s chest with her pale fingertips, her eyes shimmering like a spring pond, her voice full of charm and seduction.
As the saying goes, lust follows a full belly. After the woman’s teasing, Song Changxuan felt a fire ignite in his lower abdomen. He scooped her up, ready to go for three hundred rounds.
Just then, his expression shifted. He turned to look as a streak of light shot across the sky, heading straight for the Garrison Mansion.
’A Communication Flying Sword! Has something happened in the clan?’ Song Changxuan thought, alarmed. He quickly set the woman down, ignoring her resentful look, and waved his hand to dismiss all of them.
By then, the Communication Flying Sword had arrived before him. Seeing it was a Jade Flying Sword, Song Changxuan was all the more surprised.
After taking the flying sword and reading the message within, Song Changxuan’s expression changed. He immediately dressed himself properly, then gathered all the clan members stationed at the garrison.
The Garrison Mansion’s staff was small, with fewer than twenty people in total. They were normally responsible for patrolling and maintaining order in the seven cities. At present, only ten of them were in the mansion.
Song Changxuan, his earlier frivolity gone, announced with a solemn expression, "The clan just sent word. We’ve determined the location of that mysterious group’s lair through interrogation. It’s on White Wolf Mountain, three thousand li from here.
The Young Clan Leader has ordered me to immediately go and wipe out the enemy’s nest and rescue the mortals trapped there. Starting now, activate the City Defense Array. All of you are to patrol the various cities and maintain order. There can be no mistakes!"
The men exchanged glances upon hearing his words and immediately bowed to accept their orders. With the defensive power of the Mortal Realm’s Tier Three Array, there would be no issue if Song Changxuan was only gone for a day or two.
After giving his instructions, Song Changxuan rushed to White Wolf Mountain without a moment’s delay.
Just as the intelligence report stated, the followers of the Thunder King Hall on White Wolf Mountain had been almost completely wiped out. Only a dozen or so Qi Cultivators remained, and they were no match for Song Changxuan, who swiftly eliminated them.
Then, following Song Changsheng’s instructions, Song Changxuan began to collect all resources and search for the refinement method of the Lei Zhenzi.
But when he opened a massive Bronze Gate, the scene that greeted him left him stunned on the spot...
It was the middle of the night when Song Changsheng received Song Changxuan’s message. After reading the contents of the Communication Flying Sword, he slammed his hand on the table in a rage, giving the Steward assisting him a terrible fright.
"Young Clan Leader, what’s wrong?" the Steward asked cautiously. Though Song Changsheng was normally easygoing, his expression was now terrifying. The Steward had never seen him wear such a look before.
Song Changsheng didn’t answer him. He stood up and commanded, "Send an order immediately. Have the Law Enforcement Hall dispatch a team. They are to take a Flying Ship to White Wolf Mountain at once and rendezvous with the Sixth Elder."
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