Fantasy: My Wife is the Empress, and Our Cute Kids Wreak Havoc in the Nine Provinces – Chapter 240

Chapter 240: Lei Wanjun: These two little kids seem somewhat familiar.

“Ah! Why is he spitting up blood?”

Chu Chen instinctively jumped back, dodging the spurting blood. With a furrowed brow, he warily looked at the Thunder Sect disciple and said, “Are you trying to scam me?”

The Thunder Sect disciple didn’t react, only stared wide-eyed at the purple thunderballs in Chu Xin and Chu Chen’s hands, his face filled with horror.

These two brats were only three and a half years old, yet their thunder techniques had already reached the Martial Venerable realm, far surpassing him, a disciple who had cultivated in the Thunder Sect for ten years. This was simply terrifying.

Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, only staring blankly, Chu Chen leaned closer to Chu Xin, tugged at her clothes, and asked doubtfully, “Big Sister, is this person one of those scammers Dad talked about? If he tries to scam me, can I hit him? If I hit him, will he try to scam me even more?”

Scammer?

Hearing this, the surrounding cultivators couldn’t help but chuckle. But they quickly realized it was inappropriate and hastily covered their mouths, their faces turning red from holding back laughter.

The Thunder Sect disciple also came back to his senses from his shock. Hearing this, his chest heaved violently, and he almost spat out another mouthful of blood.

These brats were exceptionally talented, but why did their words sound so infuriating?

Chu Xin blinked her big, round eyes and said doubtfully, “Probably not. He’s quite good-looking, doesn’t seem like a bad guy.”

Ah, that’s right. How could a dignified Thunder Sect disciple be a scammer?

The Thunder Sect disciple’s expression improved slightly.

But what did looks have to do with being a bad guy?

He silently grumbled in his heart, then said with a wry smile, “Little friends, could you please dispel the thunderballs in your hands?”

The pressure from two attacks comparable to a Peak Martial Venerable, mostly focused on him, was really too much to bear.

Chu Chen looked at the Thunder Sect disciple, then at the thunderball in his hand, and after a while, he seemed to understand. “Oh! So you’re afraid of this. Why didn’t you say so earlier? If you had, I would have thrown it away sooner.”

As he spoke, he tossed the thunderball towards the back of the testing platform.

“Don’t!”

The Thunder Sect disciple shouted in alarm, but it was too late.

Boom!

A loud bang, the ground shook violently, and purple arcs of electricity flashed amidst the flying dust.

When the dust settled, the cultivators gasped. A huge pit had appeared on the ground.

That small thunderball actually possessed such power. It was truly terrifying.

Now, looking at the thunderball in Chu Xin’s hand, all the cultivators quickly led their children away, fearing that this girl would throw the thunderball at them. With their strength, they couldn’t withstand such a powerful attack.

Chu Xin scratched her head and also threw the purple thunderball in her hand, which landed precisely in the pit. Another loud bang, accompanied by dust and flashing electric arcs, and the pit expanded again.

If it were their true bodies, they could have dispelled the thunderballs quietly. But they were Battle Bodies, weaker than their true bodies, and couldn’t control the power as freely, so they had to throw them away.

“I’m done for!”

The Thunder Sect disciple slumped to the ground, his face filled with despair.

Blowing up the testing plaza during disciple recruitment, how many spirit stones would that cost?

“Who dares to attack my Thunder Sect?”

A figure tore through the air from Heavenly Thunder Mountain, instantly appearing above the testing plaza. A powerful pressure swept across the area, and his gaze, filled with killing intent, scanned everyone.

The cultivators lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze. Only after the person’s gaze moved away did they dare to whisper among themselves.

“Thunder Sect’s Saint Son, Lei Wanjun? He’s one of the top ten young Martial Saints of the Nine Provinces. He actually came in person.”

The cultivators secretly glanced at the figure hovering in the air, their eyes filled with admiration. Martial Emperors were rarely seen, and Martial Saints were already considered top experts in their eyes.

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Chu Xin and Chu Chen exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of surprise in each other’s eyes.

Chu Chen tugged at Chu Xin’s clothes and whispered, “Big Sister, why is he here? Will he recognize us?”

Chu Xin shook her head and whispered, “Probably not. He hasn’t seen what we look like, and we’re cultivating thunder techniques now, completely different from sword and saber techniques. He definitely won’t recognize us.”

“That’s good. Otherwise, we’d have to fight before we even empty out the Thunder Sect.” Chu Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

They were here to empty out the Thunder Sect, and naturally, they couldn’t be exposed before completing that goal.

“What happened?”

Lei Wanjun scanned the area but didn’t find any threatening cultivators. He frowned at the Thunder Sect disciple slumped on the ground and asked in a deep voice.

“Greetings, Saint Son. There was no enemy attack.”

The Thunder Sect disciple finally came back to his senses and quickly saluted Lei Wanjun. Pointing at Chu Xin and Chu Chen, he said, “It’s just that we encountered two talented children. That pit was created by their thunderballs.”

“Talented children?”

Lei Wanjun turned to look at Chu Xin and Chu Chen, a hint of doubt in his eyes. Why did these two children seem strangely familiar? Had he seen them somewhere before? Or…

Suddenly, the image of two brats wearing masks flashed through his mind.

Those two brats were also a boy and a girl, also exceptionally talented. This was too much of a coincidence.

No, those two brats didn’t know thunder techniques. Even after eating the Five Thunders Fruits, they hadn’t used any thunder techniques. But these two children used thunder techniques. This should just be a coincidence.

Lei Wanjun descended from the air and came before Chu Xin and Chu Chen. He asked, “How old are you? What are your names?”

Chu Chen held up three fingers, then thought for a moment and held up a fourth. But after looking at it, he felt it was wrong and bent the fourth finger in half. Only then did he nod in satisfaction and say, “We’re three and a half years old. This is my…”

He was about to say that Chu Xin was his Big Sister, but Chu Xin interrupted him and said, “My name is Xinxin, and I’m the Little Sister. His name is Xingxing, and he’s the Big Brother.”

Chu Chen turned to look at Chu Xin, completely confused. He didn’t understand why his Big Sister had become his Little Sister, and he had become the Big Brother.

If Dad found out I called Big Sister “Little Sister,” would he spank me?

They’re siblings?

Those two brats were brother and sister. It shouldn’t be those two brats.

Lei Wanjun nodded inwardly. Then, with a puzzled expression, he asked, “You have the same name?”

Chu Xin’s “Xin” and “Xing” weren’t pronounced very clearly, sounding the same to others.

Chu Xin shook her head and said innocently, “No, I’m this Xin.”

As she spoke, she pointed to her heart. Then she pointed to the sky and continued, “Big Brother is the Xing in the sky.”

“So it’s Xinxin and Xingxing.” Lei Wanjun understood and said, “Show me your full power with your thunder techniques. Alright?”

“Okay.”

Chu Xin and Chu Chen nodded innocently and once again condensed purple thunderballs.

“Purple Thunder, and it has reached the Martial Venerable realm. Truly monstrous talents.”

Lei Wanjun’s eyes flashed with a strange light. If he could nurture these two siblings, perhaps they could become his allies in dealing with those two brats in the future.