Being able to silently erase a part of a Ninth Tier Strong's mind was something no Same-tier strong could accomplish.
Whether it was a warrior's method, the power of some Magical Treasure, or some special means to display Great Divine Power, it no longer mattered. What mattered was that it existed.
Lei Li genuinely wanted to beat his grandson, who was too ignorant to realize where he had erred.
Even if this grandson was the most gifted among his descendants.
"Have you forgotten how you found out about that hungry ghost's Companion Magical Treasure ability?"
"I remember, the princely heir of King Huai told me."
After speaking, Lei Yu suddenly lifted his head, a look of disbelief on his face.
King Huai, the ever-reliable and kind King Huai, never participated in all kinds of power struggles, always developing peacefully, with hardly any personal soldiers.
The princely heir of King Huai was also dedicated to cultivation, often going out for adventure training, and never getting involved in other trivial matters.
He was best friends with the princely heir of King Huai; they had traveled together frequently many years ago.
They had ventured into Grotto Heaven, explored blessed lands together, and even ventured into small Forbidden Lands.
He never considered that the princely heir of King Huai would use his hand to accomplish some tasks.
Lei Li's expression slightly softened; he saw that Lei Yu had already figured it out.
"I received news; a Devil Cultivator arrived in Dazhen, who was a friend of Qing Ziyu.
Then, coincidentally, he encountered King Huai's entourage. It was said he caused trouble for King Huai.
Unfortunately, they couldn't resolve it for a long time, both sides stuck in a stalemate, forcing King Huai into a Devilic state.
A Seventh Tier Peak Devil Dao cultivator, who expertly honed his skills in Blade Dao, became Devilic.
King Huai couldn't solve it; he still had it trapped there."
Upon hearing this, Lei Yu understood thoroughly.
It was indeed King Huai, who nobody had suspected.
On one hand, he blocked the rescuing strong, and on the other, he used his hand to block the rescuing hungry ghost.
Under normal circumstances, with both King Huai and their Lei Clan, there wasn't much of a problem.
It could all be considered coincidental accidents.
But now, even claiming it was not an intentional interception, they themselves wouldn't believe it.
As they were speaking, Lei Li suddenly looked up, raised his hand, and grabbed in the air. A Jade Scroll, wrapped in Thunder Light, descended from the sky and landed in his hand.
Seeing the contents inside, Lei Li frowned slightly, and his expression turned somewhat serious.
Qing Ziyu walked through the air, approached the Devilic Lin Fu, and spoke just one sentence.
"Do you want to behave yourself, or should I take action?"
Lin Fu's Devil Thought retreated voluntarily, and the Devil Blade quieted down on its own.
For a while, Lei Li felt a bit surprised and suspicious. He thought to himself, that even if he went personally, he couldn't scare a Devil Thought away with just one sentence, or quiet a blade that only knew how to kill.
When did devils and magical weapons become capable of speaking peacefully with them?
He tossed the Jade Scroll to Lei Yu.
Lei Yu's eyes were filled with confusion and shock; he couldn't understand.
"In my Dazhen, what is the crime of colluding with Evil Dao?"
Lei Li asked a question, then immediately shook his head.
"Forget it, since he colluded with the White Sun Evil Cult and plotted against our Lei Clan, just kill him.
By the way, King Huai's territory is excellent pastureland, with fine fertile fields and rivers.
Distribute it to those who can't survive; it can count as him making a contribution."
Everyone knew King Huai didn't raise soldiers, only had some personal soldiers and trusted aides, lacked grand ambitions, but everyone also knew that King Huai was wealthy, with plenty of fertile fields and pastures, and basically owned the best ones within Dazhen's borders.
Over the years, King Huai had gradually bought and accumulated even more fertile lands and pastures.
Now, with the civil war between King Xiang and Emperor Zhen, King Huai had always stood aloof, showing his stance that, just like before, he would not get involved in such disputes.
However, if either side needed to purchase grain from him, it was just business, and business could continue.
Lei Li placed a hefty hand on Lei Yu's head, earnestly instructing him.
"Since it's a misunderstanding, go and clear up the misunderstanding.
To be used by others without knowing it, to offend others for no reason but refuse to concede, stubbornly offending people to the end and bearing the blame.
That's both arrogant and hopelessly stupid."
"Ancestor Li, I understand. Thank you, Ancestor Li, for your guidance." Lei Yu respectfully bowed, keeping these words in his heart.
"As for those who followed you, who went to capture people, send all of them to Thunder Collection Mountain, to oversee and repair Lei Mang."
Lei Yu opened his mouth, wanting to say that those who went with him to capture those two hungry ghosts weren't ordinary guards, but his Second Uncle.
But after being personally instructed by Lei Li, he understood that saying such a thing would make him seem stupid.
He could only nod in agreement.
To send his Second Uncle here for punishment.
Most likely, when his Second Uncle arrived, Ancestor Li would give him a beating too.
Lei Yu descended from Thunder Collection Mountain, along with his family attendants, boarded three Flying Boats, and swiftly flew out of the stronghold.
He stood at the bow of the ship, the blood marks on his face fading significantly, but his face still looked like a dog stung by bees, swollen into two circles.
He didn't take any Pill, nor did he apply any medicine, just braced that face.
Within the Lei Clan, this was his honor, wanting to let the other brothers and sisters and uncles, who hoped he would err, to see his face swollen like a dog's.
Just like his Second Uncle, who though already at the Eighth Tier of Qi Refinement, committed a mistake, yet didn't even have the chance to be personally reprimanded, personally taught by Ancestor Li.