“Xie Weilou, Heir of Marquis Zhenxi Manor, massacred thirty members of the Lin Family, privately released a serious offender from West Chu, and peeked at the Princess bathing. For these combined crimes, according to Great Xia Dynasty law, he should be beheaded as a warning to others.”
“However, Marquis Zhenxi pleaded for him, and the Xia Emperor, showing mercy, commuted Xie Weilou’s death sentence. He is now imprisoned in the Tianquan Division’s Eighteen Levels of Hell and is not to be released for three years.”
“Xie Weilou is heinous, utterly dissolute, and simply a good-for-nothing. He is not worthy of me, Su Muxue. Today, I, Su Muxue, have specially come to the Xie Family to break off the engagement and dissolve my marriage contract with Xie Weilou.”
“......”
Three years later, Great Xia Dynasty.
Within Tianqi City, winter had arrived. Heavy snow fell, freezing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. The world was a pristine white, and the cold wind blew, biting to the bone.
Tianquan Division.
Inside a cell in the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
“Sigh!”
A man, dressed in ragged clothes, thin, and with a slightly pale, sickly complexion, was leaning lazily against the wall, his legs crossed, and his hands clasped behind his head.
He was sitting on a straw mat. He had no shoes, so he had to weave straw sandals himself. There were several pairs of finished straw sandals next to him, and occasionally he would share them with other prisoners in the Dungeon. After all, they were cellmates, so he had to share some warmth.
The Eighteen Levels of Hell was dark and damp, especially in winter, when it became even colder. An ordinary person entering would either die or be severely weakened, yet he seemed completely unaffected.
His name was Xie Weilou. He was a high-achieving liberal arts student and historical archaeologist from Earth. Three years ago, he transmigrated to the Great Xia Dynasty, becoming the Heir of Marquis Zhenxi Manor.
Unfortunately, the original owner was framed, and before he could enjoy even a single day of his good life, he was thrown into the Dungeon.
In the blink of an eye, three years had passed.
In these three years, he wasn't entirely without gains. For example, he learned to make straw sandals. With this skill, if he were ever released, he wouldn't fear starving to death.
This world was vast and boundless, where the strong reigned supreme. There were powerful cultivators who could fly into the sky, burrow into the earth, move mountains, and fill seas, and also bloodthirsty and incredibly ferocious demons.
Only by possessing great strength could one control one's own destiny in this mysterious world.
“......”
Xie Weilou closed his eyes. Inside his Dantian, a black celestial book floated, adorned with mysterious runes.
This celestial book came from Earth. He had bought it from a street vendor, and it was also the culprit behind his transmigration.
After entering the Blackwater Dungeon, he carefully investigated this celestial book and later discovered that it could deduce cultivation techniques, which was extremely peculiar. He also obtained a Nirvana Sutra and a Heaven Mending Skill from it.
The Nirvana Sutra was a mental cultivation method that could refine bones, refine meridians, open up the Dantian, and forge the Divine Court, allowing him to break through quickly.
The foundation of cultivation was the spiritual bone. Only with a spiritual bone could one embark on the path of cultivation. The Great Xia Dynasty divided the speed at which spiritual bones absorbed spiritual energy into four grades: low, medium, high, and supreme.
Unfortunately, the original owner possessed only a Waste bone , which prevented him from cultivating. The Nirvana Sutra happened to solve this problem.
As for the Heaven Mending Skill, it was a forbidden technique that allowed him to unconditionally elevate his realm by one level without any side effects.
In the Great Xia Dynasty, the familiar cultivation realms were divided into: Xuanhuang, Shackles Realm, Tuojiang Realm, Dao Repository, Profound Manifestation, Dragon Transformation, and Divine Court, seven major realms. Each realm was further divided into four minor realms: Initial, Middle, Late, and Peak.
In three years, without any resources, he had managed to raise his cultivation to the Tuojiang Realm Late Stage purely by relying on the Nirvana Sutra.
Well, actually, compared to those seniors who transmigrated with systems and maxed out levels, he was still just a weakling.
“Xie Weilou, why did you destroy my entire family?”
A woman in a green long dress walked over, her face cold.
She was tall, with graceful curves, and an elegant demeanor. Her long black hair cascaded to her waist, and her fingers were like delicate scallions, adorned with an exquisite gilded ring.
She had a melon-seed face, fair and delicate skin, eyebrows like wisps of smoke, and sparkling phoenix eyes. Her aura was cold and aloof, her beauty unparalleled, giving off a feeling of 'do not approach'. She was like a pure green lotus, utterly out of place in the filth of the Blackwater Dungeon.
Xie Weilou looked at the woman before him, his expression somewhat complex.
Lin Qinghuang, Deputy Commander of the Tianquan Division, the eldest young miss of the Lin Family in Tianqi City, at the Shackle Realm (Peak), about to enter the Tuojiang Realm.
The Lin Family was not an official family but a merchant family, controlling vast financial resources. However, three years ago, the Lin Family was annihilated.
“Answer my question.”
Lin Qinghuang stared at Xie Weilou with a chilling gaze.
Thirty members of the Lin Family were all annihilated. When she returned, she saw only blood and corpses everywhere, and on the surface, all of this was inextricably linked to Xie Weilou!
Because before the Lin Family's demise, Xie Weilou had even flirted with her, and she had taught him a lesson. He had then vowed to make her pay.
At that time, a maid from the Lin Family had fortunately survived and identified Xie Weilou as the perpetrator. Lin Qinghuang herself had investigated and found evidence that Xie Weilou and his guards were all present. Xie Weilou even owned some of the Lin Family's properties.
Just because she taught him a lesson, he annihilated her entire family?
Initially, Lin Qinghuang thought so, believing Xie Weilou was a cruel and ruthless person. But in these three years in the Dungeon, her perception of Xie Weilou had changed somewhat.
This person was indeed a smooth talker, but he hadn't reached the point of being bloodthirsty and ruthless. This guy was very likely a scapegoat.
Behind the Lin Family's demise, there seemed to be a mysterious force.
So Lin Qinghuang believed this matter was not so simple; there must be some things hidden that she did not know.
“Let me have a taste, and I’ll tell you.”
Xie Weilou looked at Lin Qinghuang with a serious expression.
Lin Qinghuang had asked the same question over a hundred times in the past three years, and Xie Weilou's answer remained the same: he was still so desirous of Lin Qinghuang's body.
He was merely a scapegoat for the Lin Family's demise, but unfortunately, he was thrown into the Dungeon before he could investigate, so he couldn't give Lin Qinghuang an accurate answer!
Crack!
Lin Qinghuang clenched her fists, her bones cracking.
She looked at Xie Weilou with eyes full of coldness, took a deep breath, took out a key from her sleeve, and opened the cell door.
Xie Weilou asked in surprise, “You agreed? Should I wash up then?”
Lin Qinghuang said coldly, “The Xia Emperor has decreed that you can be released from prison.”
With that, she turned and left.
“I can be released from prison?”
Xie Weilou narrowed his eyes, but he didn't hesitate, getting up and walking out of the cell directly.
——
Stepping out of the Dungeon.
A blinding white light struck, and Xie Weilou instinctively shielded his eyes.
There was no warm sunlight as he had imagined, only a thousand miles of ice. Thick white snow covered the ground, and the cold wind blew, exceptionally biting.
“Hiss!”
Xie Weilou gasped, hugging himself, his body trembling.
When he entered prison, the city was covered in frost; now that he was out, the entire city was still white with snow.
After a while.
Xie Weilou adapted to the light. He looked down at his attire: ragged clothes, and only a pair of straw sandals on his feet.
Lin Qinghuang stood by his side, holding a long sword, staring at him with a chilling gaze.
Xie Weilou looked at the cold and captivating Lin Qinghuang, smiled, and extended his hand, saying, “Qinghuang and I have gone through thick and thin for three years, sharing everything. We are not husband and wife, but we are more like husband and wife. Why don’t you come back to Zhenxi Marquis Manor with me? I will promise you a lifetime of prosperity and show you all the wonders of the human world?”
Clang!
The long sword in Lin Qinghuang's hand was unsheathed, pointing directly at Xie Weilou's neck.
She said in a sharp voice, “Although you are out of prison, this matter is not over. You had best not fall into my hands.”
Xie Weilou smiled broadly, “Alright, alright, I know you can’t bear to part with me! Don’t worry, once I return, I will definitely come with an eight-bearer sedan to marry you. Then you can bear me a hundred or eighty children.”
Whoosh!
Lin Qinghuang’s face darkened. She slashed her long sword, cutting off a strand of Xie Weilou’s hair. She put away her sword with a cold face, “Get out!”
Xie Weilou smiled, tightening his clothes. He looked ahead and said with displeasure, “Today This Young Master is released from prison, why is no one from Zhenxi Marquis Manor here to greet me?”
With that, he put his hands in his sleeves, lowered his head, and walked forward against the cold wind.
His straw sandals left footprints in the ice and snow. Heavy snow fell, and the biting cold wind lashed at his body, making his slightly thin and frail figure appear even more lonely and miserable.
Lin Qinghuang looked at Xie Weilou's retreating back, wanting to speak but holding back.
In these three years, she had kept some things from Xie Weilou.
The current Zhenxi Marquis Manor was different from before. This time, Xie Weilou's return might not be as comfortable as it used to be......
