Chapter 261 - Object

Chapter 261 - Object

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Lu Xiucai listened to Puppy as the latter continued showing off and finally could not bear it any longer. He smashed the bucket onto the ground and glared at him fiercely. “What’s the big deal? Aren’t you just relying on your Senior? Or do you think that woman would even look at you?”

“Ah! You really said it right! I really am relying on my Senior~ But you don’t have one~” Puppy was very proud.

“What’s the big deal about that... I don’t care! When my dad buys a theater...” Lu Xiucai discontentedly picked up the bucket again and pouted as he walked back to the house.

Meanwhile, after finally leaving Qing Qiu, Li Huowang could also sense everyone’s exhaustion after such a long journey. He decided to let them rest here for a few more days first.

Coincidentally, there was a theater troupe right beside, which could provide entertainment for them.

During these few days, Troupe Leader Lu attended everyday. He was always right at the front of the stage. From how he looked at them, one would be forgiven for thinking that he wanted to swallow them whole.

At night, in the spacious granary, Li Huowang sat on his blanket and focused on studying Han Fu’s copper coin sword. From the Nascent Soul, he had learnt that this sword had a remarkable origin, and had the ability to slay evil spirits as well.

Through the process of confronting Han Fu, Li Huowang had seen that the copper coins of this sword could disperse. If he could master the use of this sword, then at least he would not need to chop off his fingertips each time for long-range attacks.

Speaking of which, even now, whenever he was faced with danger, Profound Records was the thing he used most frequently. Li Huowang still wanted to replace this self-mutilating style of fighting as it was not very healthy for himself.

It was only that he had not yet found someone that could be experimented on, and so he still couldn’t use the coin sword just yet.

At that moment, he turned to look at his belongings beside him.

The set of torture tools made by a blacksmith, the sword he had carried ever since his time from the Zephyr Temple, the black-tassel sword he had obtained from the Abbess, and the gourd that was filled with nineteen lifespan pills.

Lastly, there was also the sacred text, something that had been useless from start to end.

Li Huowang slowly scanned all these things and finally settled on the sacred text that once belonged to Dan Yangzi. He examined it inch by inch, occasionally pressing it with his hand.

In the end, he once again confirmed that it was just a stone tablet with inscriptions encouraging virtue, and nothing else.

The visor opened to reveal Gao Zhijian’s honest face. He nodded and tried to scratch the back of his head, but his hand only managed to touch the smooth surface of the helmet.

“By the way, everyone is going to watch the play. Why aren't you going?” asked Li Houwang as he sheathed his sword.

“No... no... not interesting!” Gao Zhijian, soaked in his own sweat, took off the heavy armor on his body. Then, he walked to Bun and squatted beside it, easily flipped it over as he used his strong fingers to scratch Bun’s white belly.

Bun was very happy to have someone playing with it. It stuck out its tongue while wriggling its body and kicking its four limbs.

Looking at the scene of the person and dog playing, Li Huowang shook his head, then carried his sword and walked back into the house.

He arranged the things on the ground, but hesitated when faced with three swords. One was the black-tassel sword he had gotten from the Abbess, one was the copper coin sword he obtained from Han Fu, and the third was Senior Chang Ming’s sharp sword from back at the Zephyr Temple.

He was no blacksmith, and carrying three swords was too heavy.

Just as he was feeling conflicted, Lu Xiucai, who had one green leaf stuck on his hair, rushed in.

When the latter saw Li Huowang alone, he passionately knelt before him and kowtowed three times. “Daoist! I bow to you to become your apprentice! Teach me your supernatural powers!”

“Hmm?” Li Huowang was puzzled, not knowing what this guy was up to.

Has he been enchanted by the play?

“Stop kneeling; I can’t teach you.”

Li Huowang was stating the truth. He could not teach the ability to displace his body, nor could he teach the use of Profound Records.

The only thing he could impart were his half-baked pill-refining abilities, or his skilled torture techniques. But it didn’t seem like this guy would be interested in either of those.

“Daoist, please teach me! If not... I won’t get up!” Xiucai kowtowed once again.

“Then keep kowtowing,” said Li Huowang as he turned around and continued to examine his three swords.

At this point, the one-armed Chun Xiaoman stepped in from outside. Li Huowang paused as he looked at the girl covered in black hair. Then, he picked up the sharp sword that had accompanied him for the longest time, and tossed it over to her.