On the snow-covered street, Xie Weilou trudged forward through the swirling snow, his straw sandals leaving footprints that were quickly buried by the heavy snow. The biting cold wind felt as if it could make him collapse at any moment.
After a while, Xie Weilou’s hair and clothes had turned snow-white. He looked around and saw a small pavilion, so he walked over to take shelter from the snow.
Inside the pavilion.
Xie Weilou lazily brushed off the white snow from his hair and clothes. He rubbed his hands together gently and exhaled a warm breath, looking utterly disheveled.
This was clearly not the Heir of Marquis Zhenxi Manor; he looked completely like a stray dog or a street beggar.
“Xie Weilou?”
A surprised voice rang out.
“Hmm?”
Xie Weilou looked over and saw a woman in a white down long dress entering the pavilion.
The woman was very beautiful and had a good figure. Her down dress was cinched at the waist with a silk ribbon, revealing her exquisite, curvaceous figure.
Her long hair was dark and smooth, her face delicate, her skin like congealed fat, her apricot eyes gleamed, and her red lips were naturally vibrant, making her appear dignified, elegant, and charming.
Su Muxue, daughter of the Minister of Personnel, and a cultivator at the Shackle Realm (Mid-Stage).
She had previously been engaged to Xie Weilou, but after Xie Weilou was imprisoned, Su Muxue personally came to annul the engagement, and their marriage has since been called off.
“......”
Su Muxue stared at Xie Weilou with a strange expression.
At this moment, Xie Weilou was dressed in ragged clothes and wearing straw sandals, looking incredibly disheveled, like a street beggar. She had almost not recognized him.
“Oh! Three years unseen, Mu Xue has grown even more radiant. This curvaceous figure, front and back, is truly captivating. Come closer so I can get a good look, and I’ll even show you my big treasure.”
Xie Weilou revealed a wide smile.
It had to be said, the current Su Muxue was indeed very beautiful.
Upon hearing this, Su Muxue immediately showed disgust.
She had thought that three years in prison would have made him more restrained, but now it seemed she had thought too much.
This guy was still the same, with no progress at all. However, given the current situation of the Zhenxi Marquis Manor, if Xie Weilou hadn't made any progress, he would likely find it difficult to move forward.
Xie Weilou said with a grin, “Why are you standing there? Come over and let me cherish you properly. Although we’ve broken off our engagement, that doesn’t stop me from coveting your body. Don’t look at how messy I am now; once I wash up, I’m also quite noble.”
“......”
Su Muxue looked at Xie Weilou coldly, her eyes full of indescribable disdain.
Seeing this, Xie Weilou sighed, “When I was in prison, I heard a wise man say that if you like someone, you should look at her chest and legs, because she might not have you in her eyes, but your eyes must have her chest and legs.”
Su Muxue’s face darkened, and she glared at Xie Weilou, saying, “Xie Weilou, if you dare to be so presumptuous again, I will cripple you!”
Xie Weilou said with a dejected look, “Before you cripple me, could you let me touch your legs? My hands are cold, and I want to feel Mu Xue’s warmth.”
“You...”
Su Muxue’s expression froze, and she was incredibly annoyed.
This guy was just a ruffian, and she shouldn't have come over, let alone talked to him.
“Mu Xue.”
A gentle voice sounded at the opportune moment. A handsome man in a black mink coat with a jade-like face walked over, holding an oil-paper umbrella.
His gaze towards Su Muxue was full of tenderness.
But his gaze towards Xie Weilou held a hint of coldness.
Su Muxue suppressed the anger in her heart and walked towards the man, standing under his umbrella.
Xie Weilou looked at the two of them and said with deep regret, “Mu Xue, no wonder you wanted to break off our engagement; it turns out you hooked up with Xiao Ce. Your taste is truly terrible. How can Xiao Ce compare to This Young Master?”
Xiao Ce, the son of Wu'an Marquis, a renowned prodigy in Tianqi City, exceptionally talented and outstanding in martial arts. He had entered the Shackle Realm (Peak) at a young age, making him quite a figure.
“Xie Weilou, what nonsense are you spouting?”
Su Muxue clenched her fists, glaring at Xie Weilou with an angry expression.
She had broken off the engagement not because of others, but because Xie Weilou was too useless.
Xie Weilou lowered his head and said with a crestfallen expression, “When you get married, remember to invite This Young Master to crash the bridal chamber. I’ll show you This Young Master’s big treasure…”
Boom!
Xiao Ce extended his hand, and a burst of power erupted, shattering a pillar of the pavilion.
He glared at Xie Weilou and said, “Xie Weilou, control your mouth, or don’t blame This Young Master for being impolite.”
“What? Do you want to fight? Do you believe that tomorrow I’ll bring people to tear down your Wu'an Marquis Manor?”
Xie Weilou showed no fear.
“With just you?”
Xiao Ce’s tone was sinister.
The current Zhenxi Marquis Manor was not what it used to be. Why should Xiao Ce fear Xie Weilou in the slightest?
Seeing this, Su Muxue immediately said to Xiao Ce, “Forget it! There’s no need to contend with this guy.”
Xiao Ce glanced indifferently at Xie Weilou: “For Mu Xue’s sake, I won’t bother with you this time. You’d better not have a next time.”
“I can crush you with one hand!”
Xie Weilou didn't take his words to heart at all.
“Let’s go.”
Su Muxue said.
Then the two left, holding their umbrellas.
“......”
Xie Weilou waited for a while, and when the snow stopped, he left the pavilion.
— — — —
The Zhenxi Marquis Manor once held an extraordinary position.
The old master, Xie Zhenguo, known as the God of Slaughter, had established illustrious military achievements in resisting demonic creatures and was ultimately conferred the title of Marquis Zhenxi, commanding the 300,000 Zhenxi Army, which made him greatly feared.
After the old master retired, the title of Marquis was passed to his eldest son, Xie Nantian.
Unfortunately, three years ago, a major event occurred: Xie Zhenguo failed in his secluded cultivation and perished.
Not long after, the demon race invaded, and Xie Nantian led an army of 100,000 to resist them. He was ambushed by a great roc, and ultimately, the entire army was annihilated.
After this incident, Xie Cangxuan, the second master of the Xie Family, temporarily took over the position of Marquis, and the status of the Zhenxi Marquis Manor plummeted as a result.
In front of the Marquis Manor.
Xie Weilou muttered to himself, “Something feels off.”
He walked forward.
“Go away! Where did this beggar come from? This is the Zhenxi Marquis Manor, don’t defile it. Get lost quickly.”
The guard at the gate saw the disheveled Xie Weilou and immediately showed disdain, waving his hand impatiently to drive him away.
Slap!
Upon hearing this, Xie Weilou’s face darkened, and he raised his hand to give the guard a big slap across the face.
“You... you dare hit me... you beggar, do you not want to live?”
The guard clutched his face, glaring angrily at Xie Weilou.
Xie Weilou said coldly, “You blind dog, open your dog eyes and see clearly who I am.”
The guard looked angry, but he still glanced at Xie Weilou, and upon seeing him, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.
“Hmm? Xie Weilou?”
The guard quickly recognized Xie Weilou, but instead of showing fear, he became even angrier.
“Damn it! A mere dog servant dares to call This Young Master by his full name?!”
Xie Weilou couldn't help himself and leaped up, his straw sandal striking the guard’s chest with force, sending him flying into the courtyard.
“Ah...”
The guard’s scream attracted others. A group of armored soldiers rushed over, led by a Middle-aged General.
“What’s going on?”
The Middle-aged General said in a deep voice.
Xie Weilou, wearing his straw sandals, swaggered into the Zhenxi Marquis Manor. He swept his gaze over everyone present and said unhappily, “This Young Master has arrived, why aren’t you coming to welcome him?”
“Hmm?”
The Middle-aged General looked at Xie Weilou, his gaze hardening, and he instantly recognized Xie Weilou.
That’s right, three years had passed, and Xie Weilou could be released from prison.
He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said, “So it’s the Heir who has returned. That dog servant just now was blind; this subordinate will surely punish him severely. I hope the Heir will forgive him.”
“Heir? What Heir? Just a beggar!”
Before Xie Weilou could speak, a sinister voice sounded, and a man in a blue robe with a grim face walked over.
“Greetings, Second Young Master.”
The Middle-aged General and the others quickly bowed to the grim-faced man.
The man’s eyes showed a hint of arrogance. He glanced at Xie Weilou: “Xie Weilou, see? I am the master here.”
Xie Weilou stared at the man in front of him.
This person was Xie Wuji, the second son of his second uncle, making him his cousin. All along, this cousin seemed to have been extremely displeased with him.