Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Li Guanqi put down his wine cup, his eyes shining brightly. This wine...

Although brewed from hundreds of poisonous insects, it had a mellow taste and an endless aftertaste.

Though the wine was strong, the changes within it were memorable.

The spiritual wine entered his throat like a ball of fire flowing down.

The wine turned into a warm, scorching current flowing through his limbs, sweeping away the fatigue in his body, and even had a good healing effect on hidden injuries.

Although these effects had no impact on Li Guanqi now, they still amazed him.

If the grade of these poisonous insects were higher...

Li Guanqi drank his wine, listening to the music and watching the woman dance gracefully before him.

The woman beside him was focused on serving him.

For a moment, his heart found great peace.

This feeling... gave him the illusion of returning to twenty years ago.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, he now remembered the scene of bringing Ye Feng to the Red Mansion.

Experiencing the mortal world to temper the heart, he often sneaked out to do so when he was still in the sect.

Holding the wine cup, Li Guanqi's eyes were somewhat dazed.

He had spotted a familiar face when entering the city, but he didn't plan to meet him.

His thoughts wandered, and he thought of some things.

He planned to give the bone sword in his storage ring to Long Hou and the newly selected eight generals after returning.

When returning to Beiliang City, he could also visit Zhou Shiyu at the Six Ancient Holy Gate to see how he was doing.

He was also anxious about ascending to the Immortal Realm.

But he knew that this could not be rushed.

His grandfather must have had his reasons for telling him to increase his strength to the extreme before ascending.

So, his most important thing now was to improve his strength.

He could only make up for the comprehension of the laws with time.

If it weren't for the Devouring Holy Flame, it would probably take him at least ten years to reach his current realm.

Actually...

There was still one thing weighing on his mind.

That was Li Nanting.

Even though he used the power of pills to condense his soul, it was still extremely fragile.

If he delayed it for too long, and his soul dissipated, he would definitely regret it to death.

That's why he worked so hard to cultivate.

Only after ascending to the Immortal Realm could he help Li Nanting reshape his body and break the original shackles.

Just as Li Guanqi's thoughts were wandering, he suddenly heard some noise.

"Hahahaha, this old guy is falling, falling, falling."

Bang!

A muffled sound came.

"Haha, Zhou Ze, why are you hitting so hard? If you kill him, there'll be no fun tomorrow."

"Tsk, my bad, my bad, quickly help him up."

Li Guanqi followed the sound and looked towards the riverbank.

He saw two young men in fancy clothes helping up a ragged old man with a face full of blood.

The old man's clothes looked like they had been worn for many years, patched up, and faded, but not dirty.

Li Guanqi frowned slightly, his face turning cold.

The old man was thin and carried a bamboo basket on his back, filled with some firewood and vegetable leaves picked from who knows where.

The dark-skinned old man wiped the blood from his eyes with his withered hands.

The old man's cloudy eyes were filled with fear.

"Ah ah... uh... ah..."

The old man's trembling voice was slurred, and he was making some gestures.

Finally, he put his hands together and knelt on the ground, looking at the young man in front of him with pleading eyes.

The young man called Zhou Ze frowned slightly upon seeing the old man like this.

He forcibly dragged the old man up, scolding him unceremoniously.

"Stand up!!"

"How am I supposed to have fun if you don't stand up?"

The old man's wrist was pinched painfully, visibly turning blue.

The old man didn't dare to resist, and stood up tremblingly.

"Hahahaha, Wu Jiang, look at his pathetic look, hahahahahaha."

The young man named Wu Jiang was wearing a dark green robe with very ornate embroidery, gold thread embroidery, occasionally shimmering.

The young man had triangular eyes and high cheekbones, making him look mean and unkind, with sinister eyes.

Wu Jiang looked at the old man with a smile.

"Let's go, let's go, I'll let you off today."

The old man was relieved to hear this and quickly picked up the rotten vegetable leaves that had fallen on the ground.

But just as he bent down, a flash of cold light suddenly appeared in Wu Jiang's eyes.

He kicked the old man in the lower back, and the old man with gray hair and blood staggered and crashed into the railing by the river with a bang!

Striking bloodstains flowed down the railing.

The old man lay on the ground, looking up at the sky with tears in his eyes.

His withered palms were clasped together, constantly bowing, his mouth whimpering but unable to say a word.

Because he was a mute.

Zhou Ze flicked his sleeves and came to the old man, reaching out to peel open the old man's torn forehead wound.

The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and the young man used his hands to prop open the wound.

"Tsk, A Jiang, I'm not saying, why are you hitting so hard?"

"If this old man takes a detour in the future, what should we do? This will keep him in bed for at least two months."

Wu Jiang curled his lips into a strange smile.

"If there's no fun... then just play him to death, it's no big deal to replace him with another one."

As he spoke, the young man slowly walked towards the old man.

Although the old man was a mute, he could hear the conversation between the two.

It was precisely because of this that Zhou Ze and Wu Jiang would not shy away from saying what they wanted to do next in front of the old man every time they played with him.

A plaything, knowing what he was going to be played with next, but unable to speak.

This situation gave the two of them a morbid pleasure!

Both of them were the second sons of their families, the kind that were not favored.

They spent their days idling around and liked to do evil in the city.

There were already many onlookers by the river, but they dared not speak out of anger because of the power of the Zhou and Wu families.

Subtle sighs were constantly heard from the crowd of onlookers, looking at the old man on the ground with pity.

They didn't dare to sigh too loudly, for fear of being retaliated against by the two young men.

Sure enough.

Wu Jiang suddenly turned his head to look at the surrounding crowd, with a sinister smile on his face.

"You pity him?"

His voice paused slightly, and a cold light flashed in his triangular eyes.

"Then... does anyone want to replace him?"

As he spoke, Wu Jiang tilted his head slightly, his sinister gaze sharply sweeping around.

Seeing that no one spoke, Wu Jiang sneered and slowly reached out to grab the old man's hair and lift him up.

He exerted a little force on his arm and threw half of the old man's body over the railing!!

The old man hanging on the railing struggled desperately, looking at the rapid river below with fear.

"Hey, this old man's children died early, and his granddaughter also died of illness a few years ago... Since then, he has become a mute and his brain is not very good."

"Yes, alas... he is a poor man, but bad luck always comes to those who are already suffering."

"Who dares to stop them? These two ancestors will stare at you! Alas, it's all fate."

Li Guanqi's eyes were full of cold killing intent as he slowly stood up.

The maid beside him whispered.

"Young Master, the Zhou and Wu families in the city are very powerful, the strongest is a Refinement Realm ancestor... please consider carefully."