Lei Wujie stared at his senior riding away on his crane and he couldn’t help but think to himself, “Now that’s a true expert.” However, weird though this senior might be, he did leave the floor empty for him to proceed onwards. The way to the sixteenth floor was now in sight. He took a deep breath and walked forward. …

Lei Yunhe clamped on down Lei Wujie’s sword with both of his fingers. “I once broke Mount Cangshan with a single finger! I once severed the heavens and earth with two!” Arrogant though that might have sounded, it somehow sounded natural when Lei Yunhe said it – because it was true. All those years ago, he stormed Mount Qingcheng alone …

It was really quiet. That was the first thought which flashed through Lei Wujie’s head as he entered the fifteenth floor. The fifteenth floor was like a library, with two gigantic bookshelves flanking the sides, and numerous ancient tomes lining each shelf. Right in the middle of the room was an incense burner. There sat a gray robed middle-aged man, …

Atop the peaks of Mount Cangshan… A black-robed scholarly figure sat there with a chessboard in front of him and a metallic black spear lying next to him. The Spear Immortal, Sikong Changfeng. White chess piece in hand, he took a deep breath before finally making his move. *Cla–CRACK* He laid down his piece and, lo and behold, a hole …

Sikong Qianluo kept her spear. She was supposed to be the guardian of the fourteenth floor of the tower today, in part due to her formidable martial prowess. Since young, she had been learning the art of the spear from her father, Sikong Changfeng. Even without her resounding identity as the daughter of the Spear Immortal, she was an accomplished …

The three of them held their breath at once. The first copper coin fell to the table with a clink. “Face of the Goddess.” The attendant clenched his fists. The second copper coin fell -it was the same face. “Face of the Goddess.: The attendant’s breathing grew tighter. The third copper fell on the table then, but it was still …

Lei Wujie made his way up to the thirteenth floor again and the teen was still sitting in his spot. He held an exquisite box in his hand and he shook it around slightly seemingly lost in thought. Glancing at Lei Wujie, he faintly said, “Oh, you’re back? Is the beancurd tasty?” Lei Wujie laughed. “Wait till I clear all …

Lei Wujie wiped the sweat off his forehead, faced the sword wielding man and cupped his fists, “If you’ll excuse me.” The man’s right sleeves had already been ripped to shreds by Lei Wujie’s attack but he didn’t seem to mind all that much. Instead, he flashed a dashing smile and said, “Looks like I was found lacking.” Lei Wujie …

On the second day, Lei Wujie woke up to the sound of a flute. Its melody rang with a desolate timbre that left with a sense of dread in his heart. As if pulled along by the melody of the flute, his thoughts traveled back to the world renowned Lei Clan. There, within its sprawling courtyards was a dilapidated house …

There they sat, face to face and completely silent, both Lei Wujie and Xiao Se. Between them was the ostentatiously linear arrangement of Sangluo, Xinfeng, Zhuyu, Songlao, Changan, Tusu, Yuanzheng, Guihua, Dukang, Songhua, Shengwen and Bore Wine. Cup by cup, they downed the wine with amazing endurance, faces not even the least bit tipsy even after all that alcohol. “Originally, …