Chapter 130: The Patriarch of Thunder Fears Not the Jade Emperor

Thunder Ancestor said indifferently, "In that case, each of you shall faithfully record the events of the fight you witnessed into an audio-visual crystal as witness testimony. Hand them over to me for future inquiry."

The crowd, eager to distance themselves from the incident, was only too happy to comply. They quickly pulled out their audio-visual crystals, channeled their divine sense into them, and instantly recorded the sequence of events.

Thunder Ancestor collected the crystals handed over by the two Heavenly Lords, the two Star Lords, the two Heavenly Sons, and the one Immortal Queen. He looked at Tang Tian and said, "I will not collect your own witness testimonies; if you have something to say, say it to those who need to hear it. As for what exactly happened to Tang Youyou, it is not for us to speculate, nor is it easy to prove. I think we shall leave it at that. Tang Tian, do you have any objections?"

*I have objections.*

*How could I not have objections?*

Tang Tian cursed wildly in his heart.

*Damn it, now that you’ve already decided how to handle it, what use is an objection from me? But don't you get cocky. If something truly goes wrong with my Heavenly King, you won't be able to escape responsibility.*

Suppressing the fury that threatened to erupt, Tang Tian said, "Since the Thunder Ancestor has taken charge of this matter, we, as subordinates, have a response to report back with. Farewell!"

Tang Tian led his group directly toward the Ziwei Enclosure. They were heading to the Supreme Court.

Thunder Ancestor curled his lips in disdain, thinking to himself, *Forget about the Supreme Court; even the Great Emperor Ziwei cannot govern me. If Haotian the Jade Emperor asks, I have plenty to say. Besides, my own backers are powerful enough that even Haotian the Jade Emperor would have to show a measure of trepidation.*

From this point on, things became much simpler.

Everyone’s true purpose for being there was tacitly understood, so no one mentioned leaving. Since that was the case, the Thunder Ancestor, Yu Jian Yuming, and Xu A Na Tian were settled into a hotel, while Xiao Suhe, using the excuse of discussing and deploying the next phase of the sightseeing arrangements for the various great powers within the Bi Constellation border with his subordinates, returned to his own palace.

Tu Zhe, meanwhile, was pulled aside by the Thunder Ancestor, who warmly invited him to stay on the same floor and expressed his hope that Tu Zhe would join the sightseeing group.

Tu Zhe was anxious to heal his demon dragon guards and little Lei Lei, and he had many things to discuss with the two sons in his Lingtai. He had no choice but to agree, saying, "How could I refuse the Thunder Ancestor's gracious invitation?" Using the excuse of being tired and needing rest, he returned directly to his room.

The demon dragon guards and little Lei Lei were surrounded by Doggy and the three demonesses, each having applied the Bull-Head Sandalwood Pill both internally and externally, sitting in meditation to focus on their healing.

When Doggy saw Tu Zhe return, she circled him curiously, saying, "Brother Rascal, I’ve discovered that you’re acting a bit strange today."

"Hmm? Am I acting strange?"

Doggy tugged at Tu Zhe's cheeks, chirping in her milky voice, "Don't put on that innocent look; it’s so fake! When little Lei Lei was being beaten so... miserably, why did you close your eyes?"

Tu Zhe looked mysteriously from one to the other, then scanned his large living room before casually casting a small barrier spell, cutting off any possibility of outside observation.

This mysterious action immediately piqued the intense interest of Doggy and the three demonesses. Women, after all, are like this—if there is gossip to be heard, they would absolutely skip a meal for it.

Tu Zhe raised his hand and first collected everyone who was healing into his Sumeru Ring; it was quiet inside, and no one would disturb them.

Doggy urged him, "Hurry up, hurry up! What are you dawdling for?"

Tu Zhe sat down slowly and comfortably in a high-backed chair, gave a light cough, and said with a majestic air, "You two little brats, stop fighting and come out to pay your respects to your various aunts..."

The "little brats" Tu Zhe referred to were, of course, Calabash Boy and Orange Boy, who were in his Lingtai consciousness.

The two brothers were currently having a lively tussle in his sea of consciousness. After Orange Boy had turned Tang Youyou into a fool with a single blade strike, he had vanished into Tu Zhe's Lingtai. But as soon as he entered, he saw Calabash Boy lying there, watching the outside world with a wicked grin.

Orange Boy was displeased. "What are you laughing at? What does that disgusting grin mean?"

Calabash Boy stood up, looked Orange Boy over from head to toe, and let out a hearty laugh, his chubby, tender flesh rippling with the movement.

Orange Boy was enraged. He lunged forward, grabbed Calabash Boy by the throat, and shouted, "You’re laughing, you’re laughing! I’ll choke you to death, you bastard!"

Calabash Boy was not one to suffer a loss. With an elbow strike, he reversed the hold, forcing Orange Boy nearly to the ground.

"Damn it, at the very least, I’m the 'King Seventh Bastard,' aren't I? You’re the younger brother, so you’re the 'King Ninth Bastard,' right?"

Orange Boy shouted, "If we’re both 'bastards,' you’re just a big one, and before the seventh bastard, there was nothing!" With a roll and a tail-whip, he knocked Calabash Boy to the ground.

Calabash Boy performed a carp-leap to his feet, guarded his center, blocked the flanks, and with a backhand slap, knocked Orange Boy over. He stood with hands on his hips, laughing in a heap, "Good, good, good! I’m the big bastard, and you’re the second bastard! Hahaha, Second Bastard, Second Bastard, Second Bastard! From now on, you are Tu Second Bastard! Hahaha!"

Orange Boy scrambled up, looking for a chance to strike, and retorted, "Don't be smug too early! If I’m Tu Second Bastard, you’re just Tu First Bastard. There isn’t much difference between bastards, except that you’re missing one egg! Hahaha!"

And so, the brothers tumbled together again, using close-quarters combat techniques. Every move was not only aesthetically pleasing but also clean, precise, and surprisingly lethal. Tu Zhe found it strange, thinking, *Their father doesn't even know how to do that! How did you two little rascals learn this?*

The brothers were in the middle of their scuffle when they heard Tu Zhe call them. Only then did they huff and puff, unwilling to give in, before flashing out of Tu Zhe's Lingtai.

Doggy and the three demonesses only knew that Tu Zhe had one primordial spirit—Calabash Boy. Now, two appeared, both chubby; one wore a bright red bellyband, and the other wore an orange one. Calabash Boy was clearly taller and sturdier than Orange Boy—which was understandable, as the elder brother was growing.

The two brothers were still poking each other's noses and going cross-eyed. Doggy let out a shriek, rushed forward, grabbed Orange Boy, and began kissing and hugging him, absolutely delighted.

The three demonesses were also incredibly excited, surrounding the brothers and starting to chatter and perform like a troupe of actors.

Seeing this, the brothers couldn't keep up their cross-eyed staring. Calabash Boy dove into Trishina's arms, calling out "Mommy," which made Trishina nearly burst into tears. She hugged him tight, kissing him over and over.

Tu Zhe had originally forbidden Calabash Boy from calling Trishina "Mommy," but seeing the genuine emotion Trishina displayed, he felt too embarrassed to object, and the prohibition was simply ignored by Calabash Boy.

Orange Boy was being hugged by Doggy, while Lottie and Loga rushed forward, one pulling an arm and the other tugging a leg, nearly tearing Orange Boy apart.

Orange Boy shouted, "Hey, hey, hey! Be gentle, will you? Do these old arms and legs of mine look like they can handle you young people tossing them around?"

The two demonesses froze, then immediately burst into laughter, their bodies shaking and their waists bending.

*Oh my god, this baby is so funny, he could literally make someone die of laughter.*

Doggy got excited and hugged Orange Boy, shrieking, "Oh, wonderful, wonderful! Auntie Doggy likes you the best! Old baby, how old are you this year? Hehehehe..."

Orange Boy stroked his tender chin with an air of aged sophistication, mimicking the stroking of a beard, and said, "As for that, let the old man calculate... the time is too long ago, my memory isn't what it used to be. One, two, three, four, five, six years old? Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven years old? Sigh... I can't calculate it anymore! Hehehe..."