Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 171 Inheritance of 8 Surnames

"Click——"

Mao Lishuang's feet had just landed on the ground when Ge Chumo bounced his feet, veins popped out on his body, and he gritted his teeth and punched the Thunder Bell.

An even more powerful sound wave blew him away. His muscles were glowing with a strange red light, which was particularly conspicuous in the flying sound waves.

However, Mao Lishuang did not laugh at him. Instead, he looked at the bronze bell with a serious expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Shen Yun didn't even dare to laugh at him. In the soundproof barrier, he only endured one percent of the power. Just the third sound was enough to make him unable to lift his head.

This wave of sound, following the previous two sounds, spread through the sea of ​​clouds and once again spread throughout the entire Lingxi Valley.

"Grandpa, you lost. It's already three times."

"Really? My great-granddaughter has not only grown up, but also become smarter."

Lei Yiming looked at the little girl with satisfaction and kindness in his eyes.

"Humph, I have already cultivated to the Golden Core Stage. Can a fool cultivate to the Third Stage so quickly?"

Lei Siyu was not convinced at all and pouted.

"Yes, you have grown up. Do you have someone you like?"

Lei Yiming praised her lovingly.

"When they heard my last name was Lei, they all ran away in fear. Only Junior Brother Yan Shengshuo, who just moved up the mountain, still had some courage. In the past year or so, we've gotten along pretty well."

As she spoke, two blushes appeared on Lei Siyu's face.

"Oh, are the kids on Qinglei Peak so miserable now? Do you want Grandpa to find you one on another mountain?"

"Grandpa Zeng - Junior Brother Yan practices very hard, and he always comes up with his own unique insights on practice."

"Humph, pick anyone from this mountain and they will all have their own unique opinions. We, the people of the eight surnames, will not compromise, especially those of us with the surname Lei. Otherwise, we will hurt others and ourselves."

Lei Yiming felt a little distressed. His great-granddaughter had a good figure and good looks, but she had fallen to the point of having to make do with this Qing Lei Feng.

"Grandpa, why do we have to have the surname Lei? Why can't we give up the eight surnames and change to Mu?"

Looking at the sad little girl, Lei Yiming, who is already old, felt heartbroken again.

"All of this is fate. The moment you were born, whether you like it or not, the unpredictable fate has already found you. Child, you can only move forward with a heavy burden to find a moment of respite."

"Among the eight surnames, our Lei surname has the least number of people. This is unfair."

Lei Siyu raised her little face stubbornly, trying to get an answer from her great-grandfather.

"You are wrong. Immortality is the greatest injustice. When you decide to embark on this path, everything you face is fair."

Lei Yiming gently stroked her hair and patiently guided her as always.

"Everything has a price. However, among the eight families in Lingxi Valley, the skills inherited by our Lei family have the highest price. Only those with great perseverance can survive. This alone is destined to eliminate two-thirds of the Lei family."

After Lei Yiming finished speaking, he also felt a little lonely.

"Click——"

At this time, another burst of thunder swept across the entire Lingxi Valley.

Lei Yiming raised his head and looked in that direction in surprise.

"Grandpa Zeng, this is the fourth time, right? We both lost."

The girl also looked in the direction where the bell rang in surprise. The clouds parted and the sunlight shone on her tender face, adding a bit of legendary color.

"Xia Zhiyu, why can't you sit still after only four tones?"

Li Shang saw Xia Zhiyu, who was playing with black pieces, picked up a piece but stared in that direction for a long time, and couldn't help but sneer at him.

"Strange, I read a fortune today, and everything is the same as before?"

After saying that, Xia Zhiyu stroked his beard as usual before placing the black piece under the chessboard.

"Hahaha - there are times when you miss things. Maybe you're getting old and starting to lose your strength. Put down roots. I'll take this step."

Li Shang grabbed the white piece and placed it next to the black piece that Xia Zhiyu had just dropped. The black pieces connected together, creating a good situation.

"In fact, I prefer the feeling of not being in control of everything. A planned life is too boring."

Xia Zhiyu mocked him for a while, then picked up a piece at random and placed it in the center of the black pieces.

Li Shang looked at the place where Xia Zhiyu placed the piece, his eyes widened and his expression froze.

"Old Xia, are you blinded by your old age? I allow you to regret this move now!"

"Hahaha - life is like chess, and chess is like life. Once you play, you play. Don't regret it."

Xia Zhiyu stroked his beard again and laughed heartily.

Li Shang scratched his hair, twisted his eyebrows, and thought hard about how to break the spell.

"Click——"

When Mao Lishuang threw his third punch, his entire skin glowed a glazed color. He didn't know if it was an illusion or because the sound waves were too strong, but he seemed to be a little smaller than when Shen Yun paid him a visit just now.

At this time, Shen Yun had been pressed to the ground by the fifth sound wave and could not move.

“Is it the fifth one already?”

Jie Zizhi stopped the thunder magic he was performing and looked in the direction where the bell sounded.

The atmosphere on the mountain at this time was quite different. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that something big was about to happen, and everyone was anxiously waiting for it.

"Click——"

The sixth sound arrived as promised, and this sound wave, as always, pushed away the sea of ​​clouds, swept across the five regions, and spread throughout the entire Lingxi Valley.

There was not even a cloud in the sky above the entire Five Regions. The forty-seven blessed places that were surrounded by clouds all year round were now clear, allowing people to finally take in the picturesque scenery. However, no one was appreciating this scene now, which was a great waste of time.

The people at the foot of the mountain didn't feel anything, but the cultivators all looked solemn. Some of those with low cultivation were even frightened to death on the spot.

"Shut up!"

The noble woman in the luxurious shawl stopped again.

"Miss, it's six."

A big man reined in his horse beside him and spoke in a low voice.

"What happened? Why did it ring six times?"

Huang San's face turned pale at this moment. "No wonder this bitch is running so fast. She took action before the bell rang. She must have received some news."

"We won't know until we get back. Let's go."

The woman in the shawl whipped her horse whip, but she no longer rushed forward like before. Instead, her eyes became increasingly heavy, and now she was no longer sure how to take down the boy. "Well, let's take it one step at a time. Maybe, this is fate."

"Damn, they don't even allow me to fish. I checked the almanac and it turned out to be a good day for fishing. What a bummer!"

The fisherman looked angrily in the direction where the bell rang, angrily threw all the bait into the river, and stood up.

"You'd better give me a satisfactory answer, otherwise, someone will die! Hehehe——"

"Lei Yiming, come with me."

Suddenly, an old man in a green shirt appeared in the courtyard.

"Greetings to Grandpa Taizu."

When Lei Siyu saw the old man, he quickly bowed.

"Yes, Grandpa."

Lei Yiming is already very old, but he actually saluted the old man who just appeared.

When Lei Siyu raised his head and wanted to see how many wrinkles there were on the face of his great-grandfather, he had disappeared. When he looked for his great-grandfather beside him, he was also gone.

"Snapped!"

When the sixth thunder sounded, Xia Zhiyu, who was about to make a decisive move, suddenly lost his mind and caused the chess piece to fall to the ground, blocking his own qi point.

"Hahaha - no regrets on your move!"

Li Shang, who was already in despair, laughed loudly and quickly made another move, urging him to hurry up. With one more move, he would slay the dragon.

"Hey, don't come down, don't come down. It will be too late if you go. The master will be angry."

"Old Xia, you can't afford to play. I'm finally going to win a game. Hurry up, it doesn't matter if you go a little late. You still have to follow orders."

Li Shang pulled Xia Zhiyu, who had already stood up, and stopped him from leaving.

"I'm really impressed by you. Why do you have to keep winning?"

Xia Zhiyu could only helplessly play two quick moves in a row to fill his two vital points. Li Shang cleared two-thirds of the area on the chessboard, satisfying his chess addiction.

"Well, if I win, I win. If I lose, I lose. Don't worry about how I won. Anyway, I am sure I won today's victory."

Li Shang grinned. It was rare for him to beat him in several years, so tonight he should open a jar of dusty old wine and get drunk.

"Let's go quickly, they are probably here."

Xia Zhiyu rolled her eyes at him, thinking that he was the only one who could be proud of this, and stood up and left first.

Meng Shuangge, who was dressed in tight clothes, finally stopped the fire whip in her hand, and sweat flowed down her delicate and perfect cheeks and wet her chest. Fortunately, she was in a secret room and no one saw it. Otherwise, if someone secretly took her photos at this moment, she would definitely be sold at a high price and be licked by fans.

"I don't know what this time is for. I just learned a new whip technique. I wonder if I'll have a chance to use it."

The pair of eyes that were looking in the direction where the bell was ringing were shining brightly.

Li Erhu heard the faint sound of a bell, raised his head from the stove and looked into the distance.

A greasy towel was wrapped around his neck. After pouring the stir-fried food into a plate, he took off the towel and wiped the sweat off his face.

"what happened?"

Ji Rulanxue seemed to sense something and looked over from her position watching over the soup pot.

"Nothing, it seems like there was thunder and it's going to rain."

Looking at the bulging belly of his gentle wife beside him, Li Erhu grinned and showed a silly smile.

"It's better not to tell her. It has nothing to do with us now. This peaceful life belongs to us."

The sound of the Thunder Bell is really strange. People on the mountain can hear it clearly, but people living below the mountain, the lower their cultivation, the less clear they can hear it. If they don't distinguish them carefully, they may not be able to tell which is the thunder and which is the bell.