Qing Deng: What kind of demon are you! If I'm gone, this family will fall apart!

Crack, crack, crackle-crackle-crack.

Thin bolts of electricity struck the peach wood sword one after another, nearly joining into a continuous line. From east to west, three courtyards deep from front to back, Little Oil Lamp had claimed an entire courtyard for himself, aiming at the peach wood sword and striking it again and again—

There were plenty of peach wood swords at home, anyway!

The Special Affairs Bureau had sent over a huge batch of peach wood swords, practically begging them to make more Five Thunder Peach Wood Swords!

Even without the five major power plants, he could slowly convert the electricity used on-site with the household power supply and slowly forge swords. He could still make them!

However many he made, the Special Affairs Bureau would buy. At a high price!

Hmph!

Little Oil Lamp worked with an angry huff. Less than two hundred paces from the manor, everyone in Heavenly Fragrance Restaurant—from the Landlady to the servers to the customers—was trembling in fear:

"What's going on? What's going on—"

Was some great demon undergoing a tribulation?

Why was the might of the Heavenly Lightning so overwhelming?

When that Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword had first been delivered, the Landlady had been able to endure it, but the little flower demons had already felt immense pressure.

Every day, as they walked in and out of the dining hall and passed by the peach wood sword, their hearts would pound with fear, as though they might collapse to the floor and reveal their true forms the next moment. And that was while the peach wood sword had not even been activated, and the person who had gifted it bore goodwill toward the Landlady and the others.

Even so, after enduring it for three days, the Landlady had hidden the peach