"Why not pursue? We should cut the weeds and eliminate the roots." Wan Lei frowned. He thought Fang Xiaoyu was concerned about maintaining cordial relations among the great sects and aristocratic families and didn't want to completely eradicate them.

"Alas, in the Central Region today, we have almost no rivals among our peers, only Jian Xunhuan is barely worth mentioning. Let's spare him. I hope he can become stronger next time he comes. Life is boring without opponents. I can't possibly go fight you, can I?" Fang Xiaoyu smiled slightly.

"But, according to the typical plot, if we don't chase him, he'll become strong and come back to kill us. Aren't all protagonists like this? They're deliberately let go by the villain, only to return later and kill the villain." Young Master Lei felt that his philosophy differed somewhat from his wife's. He always had only two ways of dealing with enemies. One was to turn enemies into friends, like Qian Duoduo, Qi Manyao, Wan Liuchuan, Fang Xia... Fang Xiaoyu didn't count. The other was to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots, to pursue and kill without mercy. For example, before, it was Liu Ao, and now it was Huo Ling'er. It was all the same. Fang Xiaoyu, however, didn't care about these things. She only cared whether a person was worthy of being her opponent and whether they would make her less bored. This was probably due to their different growth environments. Wan Lei, having struggled and toiled since he was weak, had developed a cautious personality. Although he often acted impulsively, he was ruthless in his actions. Fang Xiaoyu, as the little princess of the Fang family, was someone no one dared to provoke. Although she always held herself to high standards, she would only fight whoever she pleased, and except for the Fengshen Fairy deep in her soul, she had no sense of crisis. No one would want to kill her at all times. One was a young cultivator from a weak family, and the other was a noble princess from a peak power. The love story of a poor scholar and a rich lady was a beautiful tale, but it was a beautiful tale precisely because successful examples were so few. Putting love aside, everyone had their own experiences and temperaments. With different growth environments, it was difficult to integrate. If two people truly wanted to be in sync, it couldn't be solved by love alone. It required constant compromise, mutual understanding, and even sacrificing one's own temper and personality to accommodate the other to get along better. Falling in love is not that easy; everyone has their own temper. Their path was actually still very long.

"Alright, don't be downcast. Are you afraid of Jian Xunhuan? He's getting stronger, and so will we." Fang Xiaoyu gently tidied Wan Lei's clothes.

"No, I just feel bad."

"Feel bad about what?" Fang Xiaoyu's expression suddenly turned peculiar.

"Those were elders and prodigies from the Sky-Opening Sword Sect! They must be very rich. We should have discussed it earlier and asked them to leave their storage bags before letting them go. They're really something, too. Everyone knows my principle, Wan Lei's principle! As long as it's not a deep-seated hatred, you can buy your life with money. They didn't even mention money..." Young Master Lei felt wronged, as if he had missed out on a fortune. "Alas, I worked for nothing again."

"What ambition." Fang Xiaoyu smiled and glanced at him.

"Alright, we're done here. Deal with the bodies of the disciples from the Sword Sect over there. Those storage bags are yours. Distribute them amongst yourselves." Young Master Lei waved his hand generously.

"Don't you want them?" Qian Duoduo knew how greedy Wan Lei was.

"Those who contributed should get their due. I'm not a robber, how can I snatch other people's things?"

"Yuck~" Everyone exclaimed in unison. Wan Hongxin, standing by, was both amused and speechless. He couldn't understand how he, who had always been upright and honorable, could have such a son.

After distributing the spoils of war, Sui Xiaohang grinned and grabbed Wan Lei's arm, "The fight is over, let's go, it's time for important business."

"What important business could you possibly have? Have you taken a fancy to another female disciple again? Do you want me to help you snatch her?"

"Pfft." Fang Xiaoyu glared fiercely at him, then at Sui Xiaohang. She always felt that this Sui Xiaohang wasn't a good person and was corrupting their Lei Lei. If Sui Xiaohang knew her thoughts, he would feel more wronged than Dou E. Who was corrupting whom? Back then, he, Sui Xiaohang, was also a pure and kind young man. Ever since he met Young Master Lei, he had embarked on a path of no return. He had even drawn down heavenly punishment due to his excessive misdeeds.

"Where are you going with this? Am I that kind of person, Sui Xiaohang? I'm loyal to Silu. She's enough for me. Why are you thinking so much?"

"Is it because the Heavenly Pill Pavilion has assigned you too many tasks, so you don't have time to bully men and dominate women?"

"Holy crap, how did Tian Suanzi tell you everything?" Sui Xiaohang glared at Tian Suanzi. Tian Suanzi was finally angered.

"Since I debuted, have I had a single line of dialogue? What am I saying? I'm not saying anything! Sui Xiaohang, don't push your luck too far. This humble Taoist isn't a pushover either. Come here, let's have a big fight of three hundred rounds."

"Forget it. Among everyone here, you can only bully me. If you dare to fight Young Master Lei, I'll respect you as a man if you don't kneel and call me grandpa."

"We're getting off track, we're getting off track. What's the matter?" Young Master Lei played the peacemaker.

"It's like this: before coming here, I found a place where medicinal herbs are planted. There are so many herbs there, many of which have been lost for a long time. But those herbs are protected by formations. I don't dare to forcibly blast open the formations for fear of damaging the herbs, so I asked Xu Qing to help. Then, before we could break the formation, Tian Suanzi came and told us that Uncle Xin was being beaten..."

"Cough cough..." Wan Hongxin suddenly had an asthma attack.

"Oh, oh, it was Uncle Xin beating up people from the Sky-Opening Sword Sect, so we hurried over to help. Now that it's over, I see that you seem to know a little about formations. Come and help me break that formation."

You know a little about formations? What's your definition of "a little"? Xu Qing walked over, her pretty face held high, her eyes full of provocation.

"I'd like to see if you can break the formation that stumped me for two hours!" Young Master Lei took a deep breath, his eyes gradually becoming excited. He found Xu Qing more and more pleasing to the eye. She always cooperated with him to show off, and then presented herself to be slapped. Well, he had to maintain a good relationship. He still needed her cooperation in the future.

"Let's go." Young Master Lei nodded calmly. A master should have the demeanor of a master. Every move should be calm and elegant, graceful and unrestrained, unfazed by honor or disgrace. Small matters are a piece of cake...

Sui Xiaohang led the way. Wan Lei naturally took Fang Xiaoyu's hand and followed. The others looked at each other.

"Alright, let's go and see." After all, the onlookers had to cheer for Young Master Lei when the protagonist showed off.

The formation was not far from the battle location, otherwise Sui Xiaohang wouldn't have been able to arrive so quickly before. Soon, they reached the place. Wan Lei looked up. This place was indeed quite large, tens of zhang in area, which was somewhat rare in the dense forest.