“Let me tell you something, the Old Marquis and your father both died not long after you were imprisoned. The current Marquis Zhenxi is my father, and my eldest brother should be the Heir of Marquis Zhenxi Manor. As for you, Xie Weilou, you are nothing but a homeless dog.”
Xie Wuji saw Xie Weilou remain silent, and a smug smile appeared on his face.
“……”
Xie Weilou’s eyebrows twitched upon hearing this.
Dead?
He had transmigrated, hadn't even enjoyed a single day of good life, and was immediately imprisoned. Now that he was finally out of prison, his old father and the Old Marquis were dead?
What the hell was this?
Xie Wuji said, with the air of a petty person getting his way, “The current Zhenxi Marquis Manor is run by my father. You, Xie Weilou, a criminal, have no right to set foot in Zhenxi Marquis Manor. Get lost!”
“……”
After hearing this, Xie Weilou suddenly laughed.
“What are you laughing at?”
Xie Wuji’s face darkened when he saw Xie Weilou laugh.
Slap!
Xie Weilou took off his straw sandal and directly slapped Xie Wuji in the face with it. Xie Wuji was instantly sent flying two or three meters, his nose and mouth bleeding.
“Ah…”
Xie Wuji let out a shrill scream. He clutched his face and roared, “Why are you all standing there dumbfounded? Hurry up and seize him for me.”
Xie Weilou’s smile was sinister. He suddenly drew the saber from a nearby soldier, instantly rushed in front of Xie Wuji, stomped on his chest, and pressed the long saber directly against the other party’s neck.
“Heir, no!”
After the Middle-aged General reacted, his face changed drastically.
Clearly, he had not expected that Xie Weilou, who looked like a sickly person, could instantly knock Xie Wuji down.
He gripped his long saber, about to make a move, but found himself locked by an aura, making it difficult for him to move.
“Xie Weilou… you… what are you trying to do?”
Xie Wuji’s eyes showed panic when he saw the long saber against his neck.
Xie Weilou sneered, “A petty person getting his way, a disrespectful dog, living is just a waste of rice. You might as well die.”
After saying that, he fiercely kicked Xie Wuji’s face several times.
“Ah…”
Xie Wuji screamed repeatedly.
“Die! Idiot!”
The long saber in Xie Weilou’s hand slowly sliced Xie Wuji’s neck, and a streak of blood flowed out.
“No… don’t… don’t kill me…”
Xie Wuji’s expression was extremely terrified, and his whole body trembled.
He naturally knew about Xie Weilou’s release from prison. He had originally planned to give Xie Weilou a warning when he returned, to let him know who was the master of Zhenxi Marquis Manor, but he didn’t expect the other party to try to kill him as soon as he arrived.
At this moment, the long saber had already cut his neck, and he felt like he was about to die.
“Heir, that’s enough.”
A white-haired old man walked over with his hands behind his back. He glanced at the Middle-aged General indifferently, and the pressure on the other party’s body dissipated.
The Middle-aged General’s forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he quickly bowed to the old man, “Greetings, Butler Fu!”
Butler Fu was an old retainer of Zhenxi Marquis Manor, a Shackles Realm mid-stage cultivator.
When Xie Weilou saw Butler Fu, he casually threw away the long saber and said with a smile, “I must certainly give Butler Fu face! I just got out of prison, could you let me take a bath and change into clean clothes? Otherwise, people will always mistake me for a beggar.”
Bang!
After saying that, he kicked Xie Wuji away.
Butler Fu nodded gently, “Heir, please follow me.”
Although Xie Nantian was dead, and Xie Cangxuan temporarily held the position of Marquis, the Heir of Zhenxi Marquis Manor was still Xie Weilou.
The position of Marquis could be temporarily held, but this Heir was still alive, so it couldn't be temporarily held.
“……”
Xie Weilou then followed Butler Fu towards a pavilion.
The Middle-aged General quickly stepped forward to help Xie Wuji up, “Second Young Master, are you alright?”
Xie Wuji angrily pushed the Middle-aged General away. He clutched his neck and said through gritted teeth, “You saw This Young Master being beaten, didn’t you know to intervene?”
The Middle-aged General said with a bitter smile, “I wanted to intervene too! But I was locked by Butler Fu’s power, I couldn’t move!”
“Butler Fu… old geezer!”
Xie Wuji’s face was extremely ugly.
He clenched his fists, and a venomous look appeared in his eyes, “Xie Weilou, you just wait, I will definitely not let you off.”
His father was out today and wouldn't return for two days, otherwise, how could Xie Weilou be so presumptuous?
— — — —
Inside the pavilion.
Under the service of a maid, Xie Weilou washed up, shaved his stubble, and changed into an elegant white robe.
He looked at himself in the bronze mirror; he was very handsome, slightly thin, with a pale complexion, giving off a sickly feeling. His eyes were long and narrow, and his temperament was lazy, giving people the impression of a delicate, weak pretty boy.
“Not bad, three years in prison haven’t worn away my handsomeness.”
Xie Weilou said with a smile.
“Hehe! Heir is so narcissistic.”
Lihua, the maid serving him, pursed her lips and chuckled.
This maid, Lihua, was a young girl adopted by Butler Fu and later became Xie Weilou’s maid, so she was quite familiar with Xie Weilou.
“What do you know? This Young Master calls this capital.”
A proud look appeared on Xie Weilou’s face.
Butler Fu entered, carrying some food, and bowed to Xie Weilou, “Greetings, Heir.”
Xie Weilou looked at Butler Fu, “Butler Fu, I’ve been in the Heavenly Prison for three years, it seems a lot has happened. Please tell me about it.”
Butler Fu was silent for a second, then placed the food on the table, “One month after you were imprisoned, the Old Marquis failed in his closed-door cultivation and died.”
He then sighed, “Not long after, the demon race invaded. The Marquis led an army of 100,000 to suppress them, encountered an attack from a great roc, and ultimately the entire army was wiped out, leaving no bones. Later, your second uncle temporarily took over the position of Marquis Zhenxi, and Third Master had given instructions, so this matter was not told to you in prison.”
Life in the Heavenly Prison was not easy, and if this matter were told to Xie Weilou, it was probably out of concern that Xie Weilou wouldn’t be able to endure it.
He had originally planned to add some clothes for Xie Weilou in prison, but Xie Cangxuan stopped him.
“My second uncle has always been at odds with my father. I heard that back then, in order to compete with my father for the position of Marquis, he used many despicable methods. Now that he is temporarily holding the position of Marquis Zhenxi, I suppose my life won’t be easy.”
Xie Weilou smiled indifferently.
Knowing that the Old Marquis and Xie Nantian were dead, he felt a bit emotional, but could only choose to accept it.
Butler Fu said, “After your second uncle temporarily took over the position of Marquis, he replaced many people in the manor. Your life, Heir, will indeed not be easy in the future. However, you are the Heir, the true master of Zhenxi Marquis Manor, and the future Marquis Zhenxi…”
Xie Cangxuan only temporarily held the position of Marquis Zhenxi, but with Xie Weilou out of prison, the future Marquis Zhenxi should be Xie Weilou, the Heir.
With his father fallen in battle, he, as the Heir, could naturally become the new Marquis Zhenxi.
However, whether this matter could succeed depended on whether Xie Weilou would live up to expectations.
If he didn’t live up to expectations, and remained the same profligate as before, ultimately the position of Marquis would have nothing to do with him, even if he was the Heir.
The current Zhenxi Marquis Manor was fraught with danger. The one in power was Xie Cangxuan, and Xie Weilou’s return might not be a good thing.
“The future Marquis Zhenxi? I haven’t thought about this! Did the Old Marquis and my father leave any words for me?”
Xie Weilou asked.
Butler Fu pondered, “He probably said something to Third Master. You can go find Third Master then!”
“Alright.”
Xie Weilou nodded gently.