Another morning came, and Swain yawned. Last night, he spent the whole night experimenting on how to combine the Eight Gates and the Dionysus Curse.
His body ached terribly.
Uncle Ding saw Swain rubbing his lower back and thought that the new boss, Mr. Hu, wasn't used to the bad bed here and hadn't slept well. He thoughtfully offered him a cup of tea and a hot towel.
"Boss, the beds here have always been like this. But I know a custom-made one in Yuzhou City. If you're not comfortable, I can order a new one for you."
With a monthly salary of two gold ingots, Uncle Ding was completely convinced by this young boss.
Where else could he find such a generous boss?
"Oh, Uncle Ding, it's nothing. I was just thinking about something last night. What time is it? Why haven't the workers started yet?" Although Swain didn't care about money, he wouldn't be happy if they took the money and didn't work.
"It's still half an hour before we open. I'm just old and don't need much sleep, so I got up to take a look."
Swain didn't react much, just nodded.
Then he saw a man with no color at all, completely white, walking in from outside, followed by Jingtian.
"Xu Changqing from Mount Shu, greets Senior."
Xu Changqing was polite and bowed to Swain as soon as he saw him.
Jingtian poked Xu Changqing's face, "Hey, White Tofu, why are you calling our boss 'Senior'? Oh, oh, I get it. You said you came back with me just to see our boss?"
Xu Changqing smiled, "That's exactly what Changqing intended."
Jingtian scoffed, picked up a piece of coarse cloth, and started wiping the shelves.
With enough money, what did a little work matter? He had to hurry and do it, in case he got a raise?
"Xu Changqing? What do you want from me?"
Xu Changqing took out a copy of the Mount Shu inner cultivation method, the Nine Calamity Sword Manual, from his robe.
He placed it on the table.
"My master specifically told me to lend this top-level sword manual to Senior for viewing. Also, to inquire about the missing people in Yuzhou City."
Nine Calamity Sword Manual: First Section: A single flash of cold light stretching ten thousand feet, what harm in slaughtering the world? Buried deep, unyielding in its sharp ambition, gather the wind and clouds to become emperor!
Second Section: The magnificent sword of eternity, whistling winds scatter east and west, take the sun and moon as the body, thunder as the general, split mountains and snap peaks, free to roam!
Third Section: A day across the sky, an eternity of autumn, this road leads to the depths of hell, cut off all sentimental lovers, where the sharpness goes, all ends!
Fourth Section: Iron walls and copper ramparts, battle never ends, what more to ask for in this life? Gather the clouds from the nine heavens, you have no worries while I remain!
Fifth Section: Hidden edge, concealed light, the night is not over, planning strategies as long as the sun and moon, willing to hide a lifetime, in exchange for the madness of killing in the azure sky!
Sixth Section: I control the power of life and death, the sky will fall when my five fingers close, the nine calamities scatter and gather, blood like ink beyond the nine heavens!
Seventh Section: Great skill is without skill, the sky seems to sink! No blade, no cold, just the intent of the sword! Only in life and death does one see the sharpness of the sword! Experience brings a silent soul!
Eighth Section: Light as a dream, the dream also drifts, dance gracefully in a sea of blood and a mountain of bones, carry the sword a thousand miles, ask not of life or death, follow to the nine heavens!
Ninth Section: Corpses like mountains in the palm, waves of blood under the sword, the mortal world is a heartless path, sheathe not the sword after slaughtering the world!
Swain didn't use swords, but he could still borrow the sword manual to improve himself with the profundities contained within.
The Nine Calamity Sword Manual focused on killing, which suited him well. Qingwei was telling the truth. The doors of Mount Shu were truly opening for him.
Moreover, they even sent their top disciple to deliver it in person. Swain was genuinely touched.
Should he give them a spoiler?
"You can take Jingtian to the gambling house to investigate, and also experience the human world."
Xu Changqing was overjoyed upon hearing this, "Thank you, Senior."
Then he added, "Senior, the Mount Shu cultivation methods are not to be spread, I hope Senior will not pass them on to others."
Great, he was being lectured by a junior… Did he look like that kind of person?
Just as he thought that, Xu Changqing added, "Senior, this Nine Calamity Sword Manual is a unique copy. Changqing needs to take it back to Mount Shu tomorrow…"
"Alright, alright, alright! I know, I know! Why didn't I notice how long-winded you were when I watched the TV series?"
It was only because Xu Changqing's tone was pleasant that Swain didn't just punch him in the face.
That's just the kind of person that Xu Changqing was. Even when he was correcting you, you couldn't find a reason to get angry, unless you were being unreasonable.
It was also this kind of person who conquered Nuwa's descendant three times, outshining even Chonglou.
"Go to the gambling house? Great, White Tofu, let me show you my amazing gambling skills."
Getting paid without working, what could be better than that?
Swain didn't mind. Jingtian wouldn't have any good days later on anyways. He could enjoy one day at a time.
After they left, Swain returned to his room and began to study the Nine Calamity Sword Manual.
The Mount Shu inner cultivation methods emphasized perception. It could only be understood, not explained. Even if a sage taught the way, the disciples would not walk the same path in the end. That was inevitable.
First Section: A single flash of cold light stretching ten thousand feet, what harm in slaughtering the world? Buried deep, unyielding in its sharp ambition, gather the wind and clouds to become emperor!
What arrogant and powerful words.
A unique copy was indeed different. Swain saw a figure in white robes, holding a three-foot green blade, subduing demons and eliminating evil. The white robes remained blood-free, the green blade did not drip.
A soaring intent and a cold light together formed a set of sword techniques.
As he watched, Swain was mesmerized.
He spread his wings and flew out, arriving at a secluded place on Mount Shu. He took out his dark red spear and began to dance.
Swain's talent wasn't strong, but he was still an Uchiha.
What were the Uchiha Clan best at? Some said genjutsu, some said ninjutsu, some said cheating. To me, you are all correct.
But there was another important point, and that was imitation.
I might not be proficient, but I would definitely be able to use it after seeing it once.
Someone might shout that that's wrong!!!
So what if it was wrong!!! Why are you shouting!! We will listen to you.
A single flash of cold light stretching ten thousand feet, what harm in slaughtering the world? Buried deep, unyielding in its sharp ambition, gather the wind and clouds to become emperor!
The spear swept away fallen leaves, his steps followed his heart, one spear leveled ten thousand ages, two dragons did not raise their heads, the black phoenix spread its wings with soaring ambition, its proud bones remained forever resurrected, imitating the sword was also learning the way of the sword, who would not praise this eager-to-learn soul!
On the other side
Xu Changqing looked at the moving fish, shrimp, and crabs with a naive expression, "Brother Jing, let's buy fish."
Jingtian quickly held up a finger, "Shhh! You can't talk in the gambling house. Don't you know the rules?"
"Place your bets, no more bets, opening with the fish!"
"Huh?!"
White Tofu was so amazing?
"Hey, hey, what should we bet on this time?"
Jingtian was a wise man who submits to circumstances and corrected his mistakes immediately.
"Brother Jing, let's bet on the shrimp. Brother Jing, do you hear crying?"
"What crying? It's a gambling house. Some win and some lose, so naturally some will cry."
"Open! Shrimp!"
"Wow! Three shrimp, we're rich! What should we bet on this time?"
Xu Changqing heard the crying becoming more piercing, "Brother Jing, I think I've learned enough. You can play."
"Hey, hey, White Tofu, I'm very generous. If you help me, I'll give you this."
Jingtian took out some loose change, and then he felt that wasn't enough, so he took out a silver ingot.
Xu Changqing smiled and shook his head, "Brother Jing, I don't need these."
"Hey, hey, White Tofu, are you looking down on me? I'm telling you, I'm very generous. Take it if I give it to you, you can take it. You can't steal what I don't give you."
"Brother Jing, I don't want it."
The crying by Xu Changqing's ear stopped abruptly. The lead was gone.
He still refused Jingtian's kindness. It wasn't that he didn't like money. It was just that Xu Changqing didn't understand what money meant.
Mount Shu didn't lack money at all. In the TV series, a package would be worth all the money that Jingtian owed Zhao Wenchang.
"Hey, take it, hey!"
Clatter, a pile of silver was placed on the three fish.
"Open, three fish!"
"Wow! White Tofu, you're really my lucky star! I'd marry you if you were a woman!"
Jingtian excitedly hugged Xu Changqing and was about to kiss him, but Xu Changqing blocked him with a bronze mirror.
A monk should keep to himself, unless that person was Zixuan… Wait, who was Zixuan, why was he thinking about the name Zixuan.
The manager of the Dasanyuan gambling house was whispering something to his subordinates in the dark, his eyes incredibly sinister.
"I'm not playing anymore, White Tofu, let me treat you to a feast! Zui Xian Ju, Hua Man Lou, you can pick any of them!"
As soon as the two of them left the gambling house and turned the corner, thirty or so thugs surrounded them.
"Hehe, kid, you've got some nerve, daring to cause trouble in my territory! Beat them up!"
"Ah, don't hit me anymore!"
"Don't hit me anymore!"
"Great White Grandpa, don't hit us, we were wrong."
Jingtian hid behind Xu Changqing and felt much taller, "Hmph! It's great to correct your mistakes. Don't you agree, White Tofu?"
Xu Changqing took things literally, "Yes, Brother Jing, it's very good that you can realize this. What about you?"
"Yes, yes, Great White Grandpa is right, we will correct our mistakes tomorrow, no, right now."
"Brother Jing, let's go, I still have to go to the Tang family."
Upon hearing the Tang family, Jingtian shrank back, "You should go by yourself, White Tofu. It's not good that I've been absent from work for so long, I should go back to work."
"Alright then."
Work?
The expressions of the thirty-odd people lying on the ground were frighteningly gloomy. Little bastard, we can't beat this guy in white, but we can still kill you.
With a glance, a skinny thug followed Jingtian to Yongan Pawnshop…
At night, the gangsters gathered up their men, and with knives, guns, sticks, and clubs, they were prepared to raid Cao's camp.
Swain had been training with his spear all day and had just flown back when he saw a group of injured thugs holding torches and weapons. It looked like they were going to do something to his property?
"Can anyone just come and mess with me now?"
In the ninja world, who wouldn't run at the sight of the black demon? But now, a few idiots with wooden sticks even dared to mess with him?
He was furious.
They were injured, right?
Then he would give their minds some more damage.
"Genjutsu, amplified version of Narakumi no Jutsu! Eighteen levels of hell!"
Under Swain's deliberate control, these poor idiot hooligans experienced one year in hell for every second in reality.
In other words, he wouldn't let them go until they had experienced all the punishments of the eighteen levels of hell.
First, tongue removal, then cutting off the ten fingers, piercing the pipa bone, steaming in a pot, roasting on a red-hot iron pillar, climbing the mountain of knives, falling into the glacier, frying in boiling oil, trampling by wild bulls, crushing into bloody pulp with giant stones, staking to death, blood pool, prison…
Then, he would perfectly replay it all again on the eighteenth level.
He still thought that the person who invented the eighteen levels and pig offal stew must have been the same person reincarnated.
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