"Didn't the money get sent to your Fang family?"
As he spoke, Liu Naiweng glanced at Wan Lei.
"Damn, that's my reward. What business is it of you two old guys?"
Young Master Lei muttered to himself, but didn't say it aloud.
"One thing at a time. If that money was to be returned to me, then we're even. We'll turn around and leave now. As for setting up the formation, you can find someone else."
We're all ancient foxes, what are you playing at with ghost stories?
"Don't do that, you old scoundrel. This matter is extremely important. The materials for the formation are scarce and expensive. We must completely suppress that Demon Commander without any mistakes. You, a junior, do you have the confidence?"
"I don't know."
Ancestor Fang Hui looked at Wan Lei with a dead fish face, rolling his dead fish eyes.
"I only met him today."
Helplessly, Liu Naiweng also looked at Wan Lei.
"Are you a descendant of the Thunder Emperor?"
"Your junior is."
"I heard you have a blood feud with my Liu family?"
Hiss...
What are they trying to do?
"On the battlefield, I just wanted to survive."
Wan Lei said, cupping his hands.
He was confident he could withstand a single blow from the Tribulation Crossing old monster before him without dying. The rest would be up to the Fang family ancestor.
"Hmm, that's good. Children are passionate and it's normal to have grudges. Back in the day, when I was young, I also had a 'love-hate' relationship with this old scoundrel Fang for many years..."
"There was no love, only hate."
Ancestor Fang still had a dead fish face.
Wan Lei suddenly felt that these two were quite a match...
"Let's not talk about that. You are a descendant of the Thunder Emperor and understand the art of formations. I have a formation here that was bestowed by the Thunder Emperor ancestor. I want to use it to seal this demon. What do you think?"
Liu Naiweng took out a jade slip and handed it to Wan Lei.
Wan Lei took it and swept it with his divine sense. A complex formation diagram appeared in his mind.
This Thunder Emperor ancestor's formation skills weren't that great either. This formation could be set up by someone of the level of the Heavenly Formation Pavilion Master.
In Wan Lei's heart, he was undoubtedly the foremost master of formations in the Thunder Wind Realm.
"How is it?"
"A bit difficult."
Wan Lei spoke the truth. This was a formation he had never seen before, different from all the immortal realm formations he had encountered. However, if it were to be set up, he could do it with ease.
"What's your confidence level?"
"If the materials are prepared and the quality is fine, then ten out of ten."
Young Master Lei was, after all, an honest person.
"Oh?"
Liu Naiweng looked at Wan Lei with surprise and doubt.
"So confident? This formation, back then, only the Thunder Emperor ancestor could set it up."
"From what I know, the Thunder Emperor ancestor was not particularly skilled in formations."
"Alright then. There aren't many materials for the formation, and even fewer spares. I'll give them all to you. You go do the work."
Liu Naiweng said this and then suddenly reminded him,
"This formation needs to go deep underground to directly seal the demon."
"This... won't it be a bit dangerous?"
Young Master Lei hesitated. He had seen the power of that demon. Back then, even when attacked by nine Tribulation Crossing cultivators, it could still hold on until he, Young Master Lei, was sucked away by spatial turbulence, and it still hadn't lost.
Such a powerful being was likely only one step away from becoming an immortal, at least at the peak of Tribulation Crossing. Killing him, Young Master Lei, would be incredibly easy.
"To be precise, it's extremely dangerous."
Liu Naiweng said in a deep voice.
"But this matter concerns the safety of the entire Thunder Wind Realm. The demon must be suppressed, otherwise our Thunder Wind Realm will be destroyed.
This matter concerns the life and death of countless beings. Back then, your ancestor, with his own strength, destroyed the First Evil Sect here, preserving fifty thousand years of peace for the Thunder Wind Realm.
Now, Wan Lei, as a descendant of the Thunder Emperor, do you dare to bear this heavy responsibility and suppress a strong enemy alone once more?!"
These words stirred Wan Lei's heart and filled him with passion.
Young Master Lei puffed out his chest, his eyes firm, and he patted his chest.
"Your junior dares not!"
"Good, then this matter..."
Liu Naiweng only then reacted and looked at Wan Lei with disbelief.
"How did you say the word 'dare not' with your head held high, righteously and with a clear conscience?"
"My life is more important."
"You kid, you've got a bit of that shameless spirit from when I was young."
"As if you old scoundrel are shameless now."
This sentence was spoken by Fang Hui, glaring with his dead fish eyes.
"Alright, I'm not scaring you anymore. That demon has already been suppressed. Many formations are fixed on it, so it can't harm you. Besides, with me and old scoundrel Fang here, what are you afraid of? Are you saying that we two peak Tribulation Crossing cultivators, who have lived for nearly ten thousand years, can't suppress a mere demon?"
Damn, lived for nearly ten thousand years? Peak Tribulation Crossing? That's one step away from becoming an immortal!
"Most importantly, you've already taken the money. If you've taken the money, you must do the work."
"Your junior suddenly feels that protecting the Thunder Wind Realm is his unyielding responsibility. If I don't go to hell, who will? Leave such a small matter to me."
Hearing that there was no danger, Young Master Lei felt he was capable again.
"Good, here are the materials needed for the formation. Take them. We will be above to provide you with cover."
Liu Naiweng threw a storage bag to Wan Lei.
"Alright, I'm going."
"I'm going too."
Fang Xiaoyu followed.
"What are you doing here? Go back. It's dangerous below, and you don't understand formations."
Young Master Lei pushed Sister Xiaoyu back again.
"Be good, listen to me. I'll come up as soon as I'm done."
Wan Lei said, with lightning swirling around him, he instantly merged into the ground formation.
Although the demon below was sealed, it was still a peak Tribulation Crossing expert, and it was only sealed. It had only been seven years, so how much could it have weakened?
Moreover, the sealing formation had loosened, otherwise he wouldn't have been brought here to set up a formation. What if the Demon Commander suddenly attacked and something happened to him? Xiaoyu must not have any accidents.
Entering the formation, Wan Lei descended while looking around. This seemed to be an independent space, descending in a cylindrical shape.
About a hundred zhang below, a demon with a height of three zhang and two horns was firmly bound by countless formation chains, emitting roars from time to time.
Wan Lei could observe that these formation chains not only served to suppress and restrain the demon but also to extract its vital energy and demonic energy.
The runes for extracting were made very subtly, but who was Wan Lei? The number one formation master in the Thunder Wind Realm. If he couldn't see this, he had lived in vain.
As for why the Liu family people could use demonic energy, all these questions were answered and became clear at this moment.
Wan Lei descended to the front of the demon and stopped about three zhang away, looking at the disheveled, weak demon commander.
Qiong Xin also looked up at him.
His eyes were filled with shock.
"You... are still alive?"
"You recognize me?"
"I remember you. Back then, you were teleported away by the spatial turbulence with my Lord. I thought you were dead...
Did you... see my Lord?"