Fantasy: Empress Wife, Cute Kids Cause Havoc in Jiuzhou-Chapter 244 - 242: Entering the Treasure Pavilion with the Saint Heir Token

Does it taste good?

Why does that sound so familiar?

Lei Wanjun looked somewhat distracted, gazing at the two little ones in front of him, his mind involuntarily conjuring the images of those two brats with masks. Back at Five Thunder Mountain, those two nearly ate up all the Thunder Beasts.

Could it be that all little brats like to eat?

He still hadn’t made the connection between the two little ones in front of him and those two masked children.

After all, one of the masked children wielded a sword and the other a knife, and they showed no fluctuations in their aura. But these two, they emitted the aura of the Purple Thunder and only possessed Martial Venerate strength. They were also only cultivating a middle-grade Thunder Technique, which couldn’t compare to the powerful abilities of the masked children.

Moreover, those brats were following Long Shaoyu, so how could they possibly have run off to Thunder State now?

Knowing Long Shaoyu as he did, that guy wouldn’t let those two brats leave his sight. He surely would do everything in his power to keep them in Cangzhou, either turning them into killing machines or stripping them of their gifted physiques for his own use.

"Long Shaoyu has those two brats, and I have two monsters of talent that might not necessarily be inferior to them," Lei Wanjun looked again at the two little brats before him, finally a smile appearing on his face, and said, "Of course it’s delicious, and packed with energy."

"Then that’s fantastic."

Chu Xin was overjoyed and didn’t find anything wrong with what she just said. After all, she was just a three-and-a-half-year-old kid with no intricate thoughts. She asked eagerly, "Big brother, how many Thunder Fruits can your sect contribution exchange for?"

"Uh...!"

Lei Wanjun’s expression stiffened as he looked at the excited little one. He suddenly regretted promising to lend them his Sect Token. With the way this little brat was talking, she might just take all his sect contribution to exchange for Thunder Fruits.

Thinking this, he hurriedly reminded with a serious face, "Each person can only exchange for two Thunder Fruits per day, and they must be exchanged with the Forbidden Land Guard Commander. Thunder Sect disciples are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Land privately."

"Only two fruits."

Chu Xin’s face fell upon hearing this.

"Alright, I’ve basically taken you around Thunder Sect and have introduced you to almost everything. I’ll take you to rest now," Lei Wanjun quickly changed the subject.

"Okay!"

Chu Xin and Chu Chen nodded and followed Lei Wanjun to a small courtyard to rest.

"This is my Sect Token. I’m lending it to you for three days. Return it to me after three days, and also give me an answer by then—whether you’d like to take me as your master, alright?" Lei Wanjun handed his Sect Token to "Brother."

"Okay, big brother."

Chu Chen took the token and nodded firmly.

"Thank you, big brother."

Chu Xin also politely thanked him.

Lei Wanjun nodded, turned, and left the courtyard. Outside, he told the guards, "Take good care of those two little ones; they are my future disciples. And if an Elder comes by, send someone to notify me immediately."

Those old timers, many of them have no sense of martial ethics, forcing the kids to take them as masters wouldn’t be impossible. Better to be cautious.

"Yes, Saint Son."

The guard took the order.

Lei Wanjun returned to the Saint Son Mansion and, after some thought, called over two Martial Venerate Level disciples from Thunder Sect and said, "Go check if there is a village called Star Village in Thunder State. Inform me immediately if you find any clues."

"Yes, Saint Son."

The two Thunder Sect disciples sped off into the sky.

After a moment of contemplation, Lei Wanjun went to the Holy Master Mansion to see his mother and asked, "Mother, has father returned from Deer Island yet?"

"Not yet, what happened?"

Lei Wanjun’s mother looked at her son with puzzlement. She was a very beautiful woman, although she was middle-aged, she still appeared as youthful as a woman in her twenties.

After thinking for a moment, Lei Wanjun said, "Mother, among the new disciples recruited today, I found two children with monstrous talents. They are only three and a half years old, and they practice only middle-grade Thunder Techniques, but they have already reached the Martial Venerate Realm."

"There are such monstrous geniuses?"

His mother was greatly shocked, then smiled and said, "This is truly a blessing from heaven for our Thunder Sect. In the future, our sect is sure to rise and it may even advance into the three top Holy Lands."

Lei Wanjun hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mother, I want you to help me find Uncle."

"What do you need your uncle for?"

His mother’s brow furrowed slightly, her expression showing some displeasure.

The ’little uncle’ Lei Wanjun mentioned was his mother’s brother who, because he practiced evil techniques, had stripped the talent from Lei Wanjun’s mother’s first love and transferred it to himself, becoming the helmsman of her maternal family. At that time, Lei Wanjun’s mother was deeply in love, and after that incident, she developed a deep hatred for her brother, rarely having any contact with him for many years.

Lei Wanjun said nothing, just looked seriously at his mother.

His mother suddenly realized what he meant and said in surprise, "You want to transfer those two children’s talents onto yourself? You’re one of Jiuzhou’s top ten young Martial Saints, why would you need to resort to this?"

Lei Wanjun shook his head and said, "Before, I was quite proud of my talent, but it was only in the Jiuzhou Secret Realm that I realized my talent is nothing special."

As he spoke, the images of the two bratty kids flashed through his mind, and he spoke with firm conviction, "Those two kids have the strongest talent I have ever seen, even surpassing Long Shaotian by a vast margin. Moreover, they come from humble origins, without any background, and no one will come looking for trouble with us. If I could have their talents, I would surely become the strongest genius in Jiuzhou, and in the future, not to mention entering the three top Holy Lands, it’s not impossible for the Thunder Sect to become the number one Holy Land in Jiuzhou."

Lei Wanjun’s mother furrowed her brow, thought for a moment, and then said, "Although I have never practiced such evil techniques, I know there must be some flaw in them."

"It doesn’t matter, as long as I can become the true strongest genius in Jiuzhou, any price is worth it," Lei Wanjun said with firm determination.

Lei Wanjun’s mother sighed lightly and said, "If that’s the case, I’ll contact him for you, though after so many years of no contact, he may not even acknowledge me as his sister anymore."

"Thank you, Mother."

A smile finally appeared on Lei Wanjun’s face, his eyes filled with expectation as he imagined himself soaring high into the sky with the two children’s talents.

Little did he know, those two seemingly background-less and cute little kids had already brazenly arrived at the entrance of the Hidden Skill Pavilion.

"Hello, grandpa, we’re here to pick cultivation methods."

Chu Xin handed over Lei Wanjun’s token.

"A Saint Son Token?"

The Guardian took the token and glanced at it, a trace of surprise on his face, then he scrutinized the two children carefully, wondering to himself if these kids could be the illicit children of the Saint Son. Otherwise, why would the Saint Son hand his token over to two little tykes?

"A thousand sect contributions can get you one hour, how long do you want to browse?"

Without further questions, the Guardian asked softly.

Chu Chen pulled on Chu Xin’s sleeve and whispered, "Sister... uh, younger sister."

Read latest chapters at freёweɓnovel.com Only.

He instinctively wanted to call her elder sister but got a glare from Chu Xin and quickly corrected himself, "Younger sister, how long is an hour?"

Chu Xin rolled her eyes; she didn’t know how long an hour was but pretended to understand, waved her little white hand grandly and said, "Let’s start with three hours."

A twitch formed at the corner of the Guardian’s mouth. Thankfully, the Saint Son Token contained plenty of sect contributions, because otherwise, ordinary disciples really couldn’t afford the extravagant demands of these two tykes.

"Three thousand contributions for one person for three hours, so six thousand for two."

The Guardian touched the token, a flash of light passed over it, and then he handed it back to Chu Xin, saying, "Alright, you may enter."

"Thank you, grandpa."

Chu Xin took the token, politely thanked him, and then she and Chu Chen cheerfully bounced into the Treasure Pavilion.