Chapter 18: Tyrant's Night Camp (Part 2)

  Everyone quickly gathered their things and destroyed all traces. Jin Dabao didn't dare to continue leading them on the pre-arranged route, but instead turned around and headed in another direction. At least they needed to enter the Tyrant's Night Camp from a different direction.

  Jin Dabao specifically instructed that on this road, try not to kill anyone and don't alarm anyone.

  Crossing the main road, the crowd entered a sparse forest, and as soon as they entered the woods, they found someone heading towards where they had just stayed.

  Be careful, hiding quietly, the crowd walked very quietly in the forest, outside the long whistle sounded one after another, which was a special way of communication here. The old man's face was obviously not good, according to his temper, he didn't care whether he found it or not, and just killed him directly, whoever blocked him would die. But looking at Leixing Peak and Leixing Yao, he sighed slightly, after all, he wasn't alone.

  They traveled overnight and by the next day they had entered another major road that led to Tieling Night Post, which meant they had almost eliminated all suspicion.

  Jin Dabao suddenly realized, and immediately ordered his soldiers to change into ordinary people's clothes. The road they came from was no wonder that the seasoned disciples were misunderstood, because they had forcibly broken through the barbarian tribe, which was a dead end, of course, there was no one coming and going, and it was normal for them to be misunderstood when they appeared.

  They were already close to the Tairon Night Camp, and after a night of rushing, they arrived at another road. The sky was already bright, and there were many pedestrians and caravans on the main road, as well as teams composed of Shatuo beasts.

  Lei Xingfeng smiled and said: "This road is still walked by people, the road in front, not even a shadow of a person can be seen, hehe."

  "Of course, you don't think about how we ended up on that road either. Besides us, who else would take it? Hehe."

  Lei Xingfeng said: "Grandpa, we're going to Tailang Night Village, is there a specific address?"

  The old man nodded and said, "Yes, I have an old friend there, and some friends... maybe they've already arrived." His tone was somewhat nostalgic.

  Lei Xingfeng thought for a moment and understood why the old man was feeling sentimental. After getting hurt, he might not have planned to see his former friends again, but this time he came out again and could still see his old friends, so it's normal to feel some sentimentality.

  That noon, they finally entered the Tyrant's Lair.

  This is a vast empty land, with countless tents and simple, dilapidated thatched cottages. Like Mocheng City, it's dirty, chaotic, and smelly, with piles of garbage on the ground that no one sweeps away, and large puddles emitting a foul odor.

  Lei Xingfeng looked at it in disbelief and said: "Ah, is this the Tyrant's Night Camp? My god, it stinks too much!"

  Lei Xingyao also covered her nose and said: "Grandpa, brother, stinky!"

  Lei Xingfeng laughed and picked up Lei Xingyao, saying: "Your brother me is not stinky, Yaya, bear with it a bit."

  Zi Xuan and Du Hongchen were also shocked, it was too chaotic here, as soon as they walked in, they saw a corpse on the side of the road, seemingly just killed by someone.

  The old man laughed and said, "Although it's messy and smelly here, for some people, this is a good place. Hehe, this is the outer perimeter of the Tyrant Night Camp. We need to get through here, cross over the forest in front, and there should be a river ahead."

  Lei Xingfeng took a closer look and said, "Huh? I thought there were no ordinary people here?"

  "Of course, they're not ordinary people, they're all fugitives. The government can't control this place and cultivators don't care either. So here, it's a lawless land. If someone offends you, the only way to deal with them is to kill them. And if you're not strong enough, then you'll be killed."

  "Wen Yan Dao said: 'Senior, that's just ordinary people killing each other, it has nothing to do with us cultivators.'"

  "Practitioners are more or less the same, there's no difference, it's just that the power they display is different. The killing power of practitioners is greater."

  Soon a group of people walked through the chaotic residential camp, they came all the way, no one dared to come and provoke them, those who mixed in this place had no eyesight, they would have died early if they weren't blind, as long as they weren't blind, they knew that this group of people was absolutely not to be trifled with.

  The forest is not big, and after walking for about ten minutes, I came to the edge of a small river. A small stone bridge spans both banks, and on the opposite side, there is a building that is completely different from the others. It's all made of brick and stone, with very beautiful little buildings, and the ground is also very clean. The impression it gives to Leixing Peak is that the other side of the river is a slum, while this side is a rich area.

  Lei Xingfeng said: "Is this really the Tyrant's Night Camp?"

  "Right," said the old man of Lei Bao, "this is the real Tyrant Night Village. Everyone living inside is a cultivator." He turned his head and shouted, "Jin Da Pang!"

  Jin Dabao came over and said, "Senior, I know that my men will set up camp in the woods and won't cross the bridge." Ordinary people are not allowed to enter the Tyrant's Night Camp. If they must go in, they deserve to die.

  "Let our Shatuo beast stay here too, and let Wei Zhenglong stay behind as well. Leave a few more people with him, their strength is too weak, no one to guard, I'm afraid when we come back, nothing will be left."

  Jin Dabao nodded.

  Qitian Yao ordered the entire team to stay behind, these Qianlun Masters and Wanlun Masters are a very strong force even here, let alone a small sect, no one dares to take action against them casually, not to mention the people in the camp outside.

  Jin Dabao reminded him a few more times before leaving.

  Under the leadership of Lao Lei, they walked over the small stone bridge.

  Zi Xuan, Du Hongchen, Wen Yan, Qi Tianyao, Jin Dabao, and also Lei Bao Lao Ren and his two grandsons, a total of eight people entered the Talang Night Post.

  Just past the small stone bridge, more than a dozen cultivators emerged, and it was unknown where they were hiding. They suddenly appeared very abruptly. The leader, a Mysterious Wheel Master, said: "Who are you looking for?"

  The old man with the thunderous aura said calmly: "I'm looking for Tyrant."

  Lei Xingfeng only then realized that Tairon of the Tairon Night Garrison was actually a person's name.

  The Mi Lun master's face showed a surprised expression, but he didn't dare to be careless. Being able to directly address the name of the Great Leader of the Tyrant Night Camp was not simple. He said: "Please inform me of your name, we will go and pass on the message."

  The old man of Lei Bao said: "Lei Bao." Then he didn't speak again.

  The monk bowed respectfully and turned to leave. The others continued to stare at the crowd, but it was clear that they no longer had any hostile intentions.

  In an instant, a group of people rushed over. The leader, an old man, laughed loudly from afar: "Lei Lao Ge, Old Master, haha, you've finally arrived! I was waiting anxiously!"

  This is a robust old man, renowned here, extremely powerful, with the Five Rings True Body and the Treasure Wheel Seal True Person. He has nurtured a large group of cultivators, and even in the Western Capital Country, he is an overlord-like existence.

  Tyron walked up to the old man, Lei Bo, and examined him carefully. He burst out laughing, opened his arms wide, and the two men hugged each other. Tyron said: "Old brother, you look even younger! Look at me... my hair and beard are all white, haha!"

  Behind Tai Lang emerged an old woman with a head full of white hair. She smiled and said, "Old Lai, you haven't died yet?"

  Lei Bo took a closer look and couldn't help but shout: "No way, you... aren't you dead?"

  The old woman scolded: "You're a dead old man, every time we meet you curse me to death!"

  The old man burst into loud laughter, looking extremely delighted. He said: "Good, good, I didn't expect my older sister to still be so spirited, haha, hahaha."

  "Of course, I won't be worse than you, old man! You left for decades without any news, what kind of ghost are you playing? Letting us worry and fear!"

  The old man let out a deep breath and said, "It's hard to put into words... Come on, come on! Ah Feng, Yao Yao, come over and pay your respects to Grandpa and Grandma."

  "Grandpa and grandma? Uh, you have a grandson, how come I didn't know you had a wife?"

  The old man in the thunderstorm said: "I didn't have a wife to begin with!"

  Tai Lang asked in confusion: "No wife? Where did these sons and daughters come from?"

  "Damn it, what's with all this nonsense? These are my own grandson and granddaughter!"

  Said Leixingfeng: "Have seen grandfather and grandmother."

  Yao Yao said: "Yao Yao greets Grandfather and Grandmother." Her voice was soft and gentle.

  The old woman nodded at Lei Xingfeng, then her attention was drawn to Lei Xingyao. She stretched out her hand and picked up Lei Xingyao, exclaiming: "Ah, I like this child! Hmm... no, wait, this child has a single-wheel mark! Green wheel... it's terrible! Old Man Lei, you actually have such an outstanding granddaughter!"

  Tai Lang, however, took an interest in Lei Xingfeng and said: "Aslan! You... look at this kid, the Lei family's single wheel print, wow... wow... Wan Lun Master, right? What's your name, Ah Feng? How old are you?"

  Lei Xingfeng said: "Grandpa, I'm 16 years old."

  Everyone present was a professional, of course they understood what it meant for a 16-year-old to be a Wan Lun Master.

  Aslan hugged Lei Xingyao tightly and didn't let go, she glanced at Lei Xingfeng slightly, but her attention was taken away by Lei Xingyao again. She said: "That must be taught by Old Man Lei himself, a 16-year-old Wan Lun Master is indeed not bad, however, I like this little girl more."

  A thin middle-aged man, who had been smiling at them all along, stepped forward and said: "Uncle Lei, the nephew is lucky not to have disgraced himself, but there are still a few seniors who haven't arrived yet."

  The old man with a thunderous face laughed and said: "You run much faster than me, hehe, Yan Wu, is your father coming this time too?"

  Yan Wu shook his head and said: "Father is not coming, he specially sent me here to listen to Uncle Lei's command."

  Lei Xingfeng noticed that the people around him were very respectful to Yan Wu, even Tai Lang and Aslan, who were his seniors, were also very polite to Yan Wu. He couldn't help but feel curious, he didn't know that Yan Wu was a master of the Fourth Ring True Body, a Great Wheel Imprint True Person. His father was even more formidable, even Lei Bao Lao Ren had to call him "Old Brother", which was truly an extremely powerful super master.

  Yan Wu continued: "Lei Shu, my father asked me to pass on a message, Yi Da Tong... might be coming back."

  His face changed suddenly in the thunderstorm.