Chapter 261 - Object
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.
Li Huowang sighed and threw the heavy sacred text onto the ground. He felt like he had some illness that made him carry this useless piece of stone over a thousand miles for no reason.
Should I just toss it?
Li Huowang pondered, then picked up the piece of stone once again.
No, this object might be useless, but it still has good hardness. It might somehow come in handy.
Li Huowang looked around and focused his gaze on Gao Zhijian, who was playing with Bun.
“Zhijian, come here. I'll give you a protective mirror,” called out Li Huowang.
Soon, the stone slab, tied with a chain, was hung around Gao Zhijian's chest. The chain was the one that was used to tie Li Huowang down before.
Gao Zhijian felt very nervous with Senior Li hanging something so valuable on him; he couldn’t help but want to take it off.
“Don't take it off. From now on, this object will be with you. Anyway, it's useless for me, but it still has some value with you,” said Li Huowang.
As he spoke, Li Huowang pulled out the black-tassel sword and stabbed it at Gao Zhijian's chest. It only left behind a small white spot. But looking at Gao Zhijian, he felt that it was rather awkward. This stone slab hung on the latter’s chest, and looked like a child’s bellyband; the area it blocked was too small.
“Peng Longteng’s armor should be on the ox-cart, right? Put it on,” Li Huowang told him after a moment. The armor pieces that crazy woman had been wearing were good things. They could even withstand the murderous aura from his black-tassel sword.
However, Gao Zhijian shook his head and stuttered, “Too... too heavy!”
“Who told you to wear all of it? Pick a few lighter pieces to protect the crucial areas like your shoulders and neck,” said Li Huowang impatiently.
Hearing this, Gao Zhijian scratched the back of his head and walked toward the ox-cart outside.
Soon, the heavy, silver armor appeared on Gao Zhijian's body. With the face mask pressed onto his face, and the heavy wolf-tooth club on his shoulder, he instantly turned into a terrifying beast in front of Li Huowang.
Li Huowang looked at his masterpiece and nodded with satisfaction. “Go! Test it out!”
Soon, the crisp sounds of metal colliding came from the courtyard. To his surprise, Li Huowang found that the current Gao Zhijian wouldn’t lose to him if he didn’t use his Profound Records.
Panting heavily, Li Huowang stabilized himself and looked at Gao Zhijian before him and said, “Alright. When we encounter trouble, remember to put this on. It’ll come in handy.”
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.
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