Volume One, Chapter One Hundred Seventeen: The Mighty Pigsty

Chapter 117: The Mighty Pigpen

No one had expected General Shi Lei to unleash such a powerful Five Thunder Technique.

Almost the entire sky and ground, the surrounding ten directions, were filled with various forms of thunderlight exploding relentlessly.

This was no mere sparring—it was outright slaughter.

Su He and her younger sister covered their mouths, tears streaming down instantly.

Though the little pig was far from the man of her dreams, and despite his persistent pestering nearly driving her mad, the little pig was after all her neighbor, her colleague.

He might have his flaws, but he was not malicious; he would never harm others for his own gain, nor would he seize what wasn’t rightfully his.

Yet, was this small pig to be legitimately exterminated by General Shi Lei under the Thunder Ancestor’s command?

Su He and her sister could not accept it, but they were powerless. The overwhelming thunderlight was far too strong; stepping in meant certain death.

In that moment, she felt nothing but bitterness and despair.

The numerous Star Lords and Star Sovereigns under Bì Shuǐ Yù Shi Su also showed anger, but with their powers, they couldn’t intervene. The host had to watch helplessly—what could they do but be furious?

The Thunder Ancestor smiled, inwardly proud.

“Oh little pig, aren’t you feeling cocky now? Didn’t you dislike this old Thunder Ancestor? Keep going then. Ha, I’m not angry at your arrogance—few who defy me survive.”

At that instant, the little pig clenched his teeth. Amidst the surrounding thunderlight, a brilliant light suddenly burst forth from his body. When all eyes focused, they saw a golden pigpen suddenly appear, ten zhang in radius, enveloping him entirely.

This pigpen seemed forged from pure gold, complete with a roof, walls, feeding troughs, and railings—everything one would need to raise pigs.

The pigpen firmly protected the little pig inside.

Countless bolts of thunderlight crashed down upon it with explosive force, shaking the pen violently, but not a single brick or railing was displaced or broken. Each explosion sparked a dazzling golden glow that repelled the energy beyond its shimmering barrier.

What an incredibly powerful pigpen.

At this moment, General Shi Lei’s face darkened. He hadn’t expected the little pig to possess such a treasure capable of withstanding his Five Thunder Technique.

He intensified his incantation, increasing the thunderlight’s strength, relentlessly bombarding the pigpen. “I won’t believe it until I blast this pigpen to ashes!”

Inside the pen, the old pig looked left and right, seeing his sanctuary intact. A mischievous smile crept across his chubby face.

“Damn your mighty Tian Gang Five Thunder Technique! Let me see if I don’t drive you mad.”

The old pig stretched leisurely, rubbing his big belly and muttering to himself, “Oh dear, I’m a bit hungry. Gotta eat something—health is the foundation of charm. We must be able to eat well, work well, and woo well!”

The little pig then pulled out various items—peach blossoms, ginseng fruits, dragon liver, phoenix gallbladders, fine wine—and sat cross-legged, feasting heartily with joyful sounds.

Su He and her sister watched, laughing with tears like blossoming peach flowers, bending over in amusement. This little pig was something else indeed.

The Star Officials of Bì Su 2 and the commanders of the Yulin Army brought by the little pig all burst into hearty laughter. Though genuine, their laughter carried a tinge of mockery that rivaled the thunder’s roar, clearly saying, “Shi Lei, keep trying, we’re not laughing at you.”

Shi Lei was furious to the point of madness. What trick was this? Locking oneself inside a pigpen—how was a general supposed to deal with that? It was infuriating beyond words.

Nearby, the Thunder Ancestor watched and began to discern the truth.

This mighty pigpen was at least a defensive treasure refined by a Grand Heavenly Venerable, imprinted with the marks of the Venerable’s Dao. Unless Shi Lei reached the Venerable realm himself, breaking this pigpen was impossible.

In other words, the little pig was extremely safe inside. Continuing this fight would lead nowhere. No result was equivalent to a result.

Neither side could gain the upper hand—it was a stalemate.

However, don’t forget: Shi Lei was at the peak of the Great Emperor realm, while the little pig was only at the advanced stage of the Great Emperor realm, still some distance from its pinnacle.

That meant they differed by at least three sub-levels—the middle and high stages of advanced, plus the pinnacle. If it was a stalemate, didn’t that imply Shi Lei lost? Moreover, Shi Lei himself had initiated the duel. If it ended even, where would his pride go?

At this time, the little pig’s cheeks quivered with the effort of eating, struggling to swallow. He lifted a cup of fine wine, took a sip, then stared boldly and scornfully at the thunderlight outside, howling, “Let the Five Thunder come even fiercer!”

With that shout, Shi Lei immediately spat a mouthful of fresh blood, fainted, and collapsed to the ground. The thunderlight extinguished, the thunderclaps faded, and thus the battle ended.

Silence.

No one dared utter a single inappropriate sound at this moment.

Everyone knew Shi Lei had fainted from anger—but no matter how unconscious he was, it wouldn’t change the fact he was defeated.

A Great Emperor at the advanced pinnacle had been utterly bested and rendered unconscious by a mere pig.

The Thunder Ancestor raised his hand, and Shi Lei appeared in his palm.

Seeing Shi Lei pale and bleeding from the mouth, the Thunder Ancestor sent out a surge of innate true qi, clearing the blood stasis in his heart. The true qi flowed through his limbs and body, and within moments, Shi Lei awoke.

Shi Lei slowly regained consciousness, eyes flashing with thunderlight tinged with sorrow and anger, kneeling before the Thunder Ancestor. “This subordinate has brought shame upon your name. Please punish this subordinate, Thunder Ancestor...”

The Thunder Ancestor laughed heartily. “Little Shi, it’s not the Thunder Ancestor’s fault. Victory and defeat are common in battle, especially since you were only sparring. You must broaden your heart and be magnanimous. Isn't that right? Little Lu’s defense was a bit stronger; but that doesn’t mean your offensive ability was lacking. However, you must understand there is a gap between your realms. In the end, I believe you lost. Losing is no shame—it teaches you to be braver next time, right?”

This reasoning was airtight yet subtly sharp.

What did he mean that Little Lu’s defense was stronger? Clearly, Shi Lei hadn’t lost to the little pig, but to the pigpen treasure. No need to say it—everyone knew the treasure was surely a gift from True Martial Great Emperor, perhaps even specially refined to protect the little pig.

But did that matter? The result was a stalemate; the outcome was Shi Lei’s defeat.

The little pig hadn’t even used his third move, yet had already won with the second.

No need to tell us “what if.” We all know the outcome of hypothetical scenarios.

What if the little pig hadn’t had that powerful pigpen? Is that what you mean?

What if...

But once the result is set, what meaning do “what ifs” hold?