Afterward, Xie Weilou ate something.
He lay on the soft bed and had a good sleep.
He hadn't slept comfortably in prison for three years.
Now that he had a clean room and a soft, large bed, he needed to rest well.
He slept until evening.
Xie Weilou opened his eyes and quietly left the room.
Not long after.
He arrived at an ancient house in the City, which had some history, and above it hung a plaque: Floating Life is Like a Dream.
The handwriting was messy but carried a sense of vigor, with a hidden charm, extremely extraordinary.
Creak!
Xie Weilou pushed open the ancient house's main door without any obstruction; he swaggered inside, where the courtyard was paved with stone slabs and covered in snow.
On a long bench in the courtyard lay a middle-aged man dressed in a white robe, his eyes squinted, his face flushed with drunkenness, holding a wine pot and continuously pouring wine.
On the nearby table were many other wine pots; he looked like a complete drunkard.
"Third Uncle!"
Xie Weilou grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, rolled it into a snowball, and threw it over.
Boom!
However, before the snowball could get close to the middle-aged man, it was shattered by a mysterious force.
The middle-aged man opened his eyes, almost falling to the ground, and glared at Xie Weilou: "Brat, what are you doing here?"
"Looking for Third Uncle to beg for a drink."
Xie Weilou said with a smile.
The middle-aged man in front of him, named Xie Bi'an, was his Third Uncle.
Clearly, this name was somewhat special, and the person himself was indeed special; Xie Weilou couldn't see through his true cultivation.
But he could be certain that Xie Bi'an's strength was extremely terrifying.
In Zhenxi Marquis Manor, Xie Bi'an was a very special existence; he liked to visit brothels, gamble, and be a deadbeat, but neither the old master nor Xie Nantian and others were incredibly tolerant of him and would not interfere with his affairs.
"Want to drink?"
Xie Bi'an's expression was strange.
He waved his hand, and a pot of wine flew towards Xie Weilou: "Alright, I've given you the wine, now go back! Don't disturb me."
Xie Weilou took the wine and said with a faint smile: "Besides wanting to drink, I also want to ask Third Uncle for a cultivation technique."
Upon hearing this, Xie Bi'an moved his body and flew onto the rooftop; he took a sip of wine and stared at Xie Weilou with a face full of surprise, saying: "Did I mishear? You want to ask for a cultivation technique?"
"Godly Ghost Seven Kill Sword!"
Xie Weilou said directly.
This Third Uncle was extremely extraordinary, and the sword technique he cultivated was also profound and unfathomable.
Among them was a technique called Godly Ghost Seven Kill Sword, which was extremely fierce; while in prison, Xie Weilou had already set his sights on this sword technique.
Now that he was out of prison, he naturally wanted to learn it!
He had the Nirvana Sutra and the Heaven Mending Skill, but these were not enough; he still needed a more powerful sword art.
Godly Ghost Seven Kill Sword was the most suitable!
This technique was deeply hidden by Third Uncle and rarely displayed in front of outsiders; he had only seen it once.
Xie Bi'an laughed, saying: "If you, young man, were to embark on the path of martial arts, and you wanted to learn Godly Ghost Seven Kill Sword, I could naturally teach you, but unfortunately..."
"Path of martial arts?"
Xie Weilou stomped his foot, and the ice and snow on the ground splattered, instantly condensing into hundreds of ice crystal longswords; he flicked his sleeve.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Hundreds of ice crystal longswords instantly shot towards Xie Bi'an.
"Hmm?"
Seeing this, Xie Bi'an's eyes showed a hint of surprise; he casually threw his wine pot, and the hundred ice crystal longswords were shattered.
Xie Weilou took a step, suddenly appearing in the air, only to see him pinch with two fingers, and the sky full of ice and snow transformed into a giant ice and snow sword.
"Chop!"
Xie Weilou lightly uttered a word, and the giant ice and snow sword fiercely slashed towards Xie Bi'an.
"..."
Xie Bi'an became a little interested; he didn't dodge, but simply reached out his hand, and as the ice crystal giant sword slashed down, his two fingers instantly pinched the blade and lightly flicked it.
Boom!
The ice and snow giant sword exploded, and snowflakes scattered down.
Xie Weilou flew onto the rooftop and said with a faint smile: "Third Uncle, are you willing to teach me Godly Ghost Seven Kill Sword?"
Xie Bi'an stared at Xie Weilou with a surprised expression and said: "Judging from the power of that sword just now, you should have entered the Tuojiang Realm Late Stage, and what's interesting is that I can't directly see through your cultivation."
At this moment, he was very surprised; wasn't this kid a Waste bone ?
He had probed several times before and tried some methods, but none had any effect.
Even Xie Nantian had once invited a Great Xia Sword Immortal to come forward, but unfortunately, that Sword Immortal only shook his head after seeing Xie Weilou's situation.
He hadn't expected that after three years in prison, this kid had quietly entered the Tuojiang Realm Late Stage; this was not simple.
Xie Weilou smiled and said: "I met a master in prison, and it just happened to be so marvelous."
The Heavenly Book was very peculiar; it could conceal his cultivation, and if he didn't actively expose his strength, outsiders would naturally find it difficult to detect his true realm.
"..."
Xie Bi'an took a deep look at Xie Weilou and didn't ask too much.
Whoosh!
He stretched out his hand, and a scroll flew out from a pavilion.
Xie Bi'an threw the scroll to Xie Weilou: "I'll give you the cultivation technique; how much you can cultivate depends entirely on your own ability, and if there's anything you don't understand, then ask me."
Xie Weilou directly opened the scroll and watched it intently.
The Godly Ghost Seven Kill Sword had a total of seven swords, which could evolve into myriad forms.
The first form was Drawing Sword, the second was Shadow Kill.
The third was Sword Control, the fourth was Sword Array.
The fifth was Enchantment, the sixth was Calamity Descent, and the seventh was Evil Extermination.
A single sword dao contained movement techniques, sword control, sword arrays, and Dao arts, profound and unpredictable.
The latter three forms were the most terrifying: the fifth form, Enchantment, after enchanting, battle power soared, and sword intent strengthened.
The sixth form, Calamity Descent, used the sword momentum to draw upon the myriad thunder forces of heaven and earth; while the seventh form transformed thunder into a sword, unleashing a peerless sword strike to slay evil.
"..."
Xie Weilou sat on the rooftop, watching intently.
The Heavenly Book vibrated within him, rapidly deducing this sword art.
Xie Bi'an, meanwhile, leaned against the eaves, continuing to drink, not disturbing Xie Weilou, but he was secretly watching Xie Weilou at this moment.
He wanted to see what progress this kid could make in a short time after getting the cultivation technique.
In his opinion, if a person suddenly gained a fortuitous encounter and their cultivation soared, it didn't necessarily mean they were extraordinary, after all, there were many treasures and elixirs between heaven and earth; some people could soar to the sky with a single elixir.
But these were just external forces; the key still lay within oneself, and comprehension was crucial; treasures and elixirs ultimately had limits, while powerful comprehension could break through those limits.
Time passed by minute by minute.
An hour later.
Xie Weilou stood up, closed the scroll, and a sharp sword light flashed in his eyes; an invisible sword intent emanated from him, the ice and snow on the rooftop vibrated, and some tiles cracked.
"Hmm?"
Xie Weilou showed a surprised expression and waved his hand.
Whoosh!
From within the pavilion, a black longsword flew towards Xie Weilou.
Xie Weilou put down the scroll, grabbed the longsword, holding the scabbard with his left hand and the hilt with his right.
Clang!
He moved his body and rushed towards a five-story pavilion.
The longsword suddenly left its scabbard; its guard was a green-faced, fanged ghost mask, its body was pitch black, vaguely showing a faint burial flower, emitting a strong aura of bloodlust, with two characters on it: burial flower!
This sword was extraordinary, not an ordinary weapon, but a spiritual artifact that cultivators dreamed of!
Boom!
Xie Weilou's figure brushed past the side of the pavilion, and fierce black sword qi erupted; the pavilion instantly broke in half, the cracks neat, and it continuously collapsed.
"The first sword, just like that?"
Xie Bi'an's interest immediately grew even greater; drawing the sword was also instant kill, this was the first sword of Godly Ghost Seven Kill Sword.
He didn't feel bad about his pavilion; he casually stretched out his hand, and a powerful force erupted from his body, condensing the sky full of ice and snow into more than a dozen ice sculptures.
These ice sculptures, like puppets, held long spears and charged towards Xie Weilou.
"Shadow Kill!"
Xie Weilou was not afraid and instantly rushed towards these ice sculptures; his body transformed into more than a dozen afterimages, the longsword danced, passing through the ice sculptures.
Boom!
Then a roar sounded, and all the ice sculptures instantly turned into dust; the chilling sword qi still filled the air, not dissipating for a long time.
"The second sword is also done."
Xie Bi'an secretly nodded; to be able to successfully cultivate the first sword in such a short time was enough to show Xie Weilou's comprehension, and he hadn't expected this kid to even learn the second sword.
He waved his big hand, and the wine from the wine pot rushed out, forming a longsword, which then slashed towards Xie Weilou.
"..."
Xie Weilou pinched the sword art, and Burial Flower Sword flew out, transforming into ten, slashing towards this longsword; this was the third sword of Godly Ghost Seven Kill Sword, Sword Control!
Rumble!
The longswords clashed, emitting bursts of roaring sounds; the surrounding pavilions were affected by the sword qi, continuously cracking, and tiles and ice and snow splattered.
Seeing this, Xie Bi'an flicked his finger, and nine of the ten longswords were shattered, while Burial Flower Sword flew back into its scabbard.
He looked at Xie Weilou: "Honestly, tell me, young man, which sword did you comprehend?"
"Only up to the third sword."
Xie Weilou replied.
In fact, he had already completely mastered all seven sword arts; this was the abnormal aspect of the Heavenly Book.
"He who does not sing, sings amazingly; you, young man, are good."
Xie Bi'an said with emotion.
His cultivation improvement was astonishing, and he hadn't expected his comprehension to be so heaven-defying; were there any powerful figures in the Heavenly Prison?
Indeed, it was a place where dragons and tigers lurked, holding many mysterious beings.
"This sword is quite handy! It seems to be a spiritual artifact."
Xie Weilou gently stroked the Burial Flower Sword.
Xie Bi'an rolled his eyes and said: "It's yours."
"Thank you, Third Uncle."
Xie Weilou's smile was very wide.
Third Uncle was truly a good person, he just loved to visit brothels, gamble, and be a deadbeat, so much so that he was almost forty and still had no wife.
Xie Bi'an pondered for a moment, then took out a pitch-black ring from his sleeve and casually threw it to Xie Weilou: "This is also for you."
"Storage ring."
Xie Weilou took the ring, a smile appearing on his face.
"You, young man, came here, is there anything else you want to ask me?"
Xie Bi'an looked at Xie Weilou.
Xie Weilou was silent for a second, then asked: "Did the old master and my father leave any words?"
"The old master didn't leave any words, but your father told you to live well."
Xie Bi'an said calmly.
"Their deaths aren't as simple as they appear, are they?"
Xie Weilou looked directly at Xie Bi'an.
Xie Bi'an said: "Go find the answer yourself! But my suggestion is, you first deal with the mess from three years ago."
"Understood."
Xie Weilou nodded lightly.
Xie Bi'an thought for a moment, then added: "Originally, I thought you would have many troubles after being released from prison, so I arranged a position for you in the Tianquan Division; if you're interested, go check it out tomorrow! It's good to gain some experience too."
"Tianquan Division? Seems not bad either."
Xie Weilou smiled indifferently.
Indeed, he had many things to deal with now; he was framed and imprisoned three years ago, and after finally getting out, his home was stolen, and the two above him had died.
If he had the identity of the Tianquan Division, some things would indeed be much simpler to do.
"I won't tell anyone else about tonight's events, you go back! With your current strength, you won't be bullied in Zhenxi Marquis Manor."
Xie Bi'an waved his hand.
"I'll come find Third Uncle for a drink next time."
Xie Weilou cupped his fists in a salute, threw the scroll to Xie Bi'an, and then flew away.
Xie Bi'an took the scroll, casually crushed it, and muttered to himself: "Zhenxi Marquis Manor, a young man worth seeing has finally appeared, it's quite exciting!"
Speaking of this, he looked up at the sky, his expression somewhat complex; how arduous was the path of martial arts?
What about Tuojiang Realm? What about Dao Repository Realm?
Without reaching the extreme, all are ants!