"Let's go." Yuan Qi walked briskly towards the carriage and climbed up with both hands and feet. As soon as she climbed up, Xuan Yu brought a wooden ladder from the back of the carriage to get on.
Yuan Qi: "..."
Why didn't you bring out something this convenient sooner? It made her bend over and stick her butt out, ruining her image.
Xuan Yu was glared at. He scratched his head, looking completely innocent. It wasn't his business, it had nothing to do with him!
Xiangli Youming gracefully stepped onto the carriage using the wooden stairs. Despite his young age, he possessed an exceptional demeanor. In just a short while, Xiangli Youming, who had only sat in front of the fortune-telling stall for a short time, attracted the attention of many women. From adorable five- or six-year-old children to young women in their twenties, and even middle-aged women in their thirties or forties, they all stared at Xiangli Youming and showered him with compliments.
Only after Xiangli Youming's carriage left did the young girls, young wives, and old women reluctantly depart.
Yuan Qi was somewhat reluctant to talk to her: she was definitely a femme fatale.
Xiangli Youming didn't talk much, only saying three things the whole way: "There are some snacks in the car, would you like some?"
“My family has many rules. If you want to treat me, you have to get my father and mother’s permission.”
"What's the girl's name?"
Yuan Qi's answer was even simpler.
"I won't eat."
"good."
"Yuan Qi".
When he wasn't speaking, Xiangli Youming would sit upright and stare straight ahead. Although he was feeling unwell, he maintained this posture.
Yuan Qi was different; he did whatever made him comfortable and shamelessly (openly) admired the other person's stunning good looks, since she could tell that she would be entangled with him in the future.
As they got off the bus, Yuan Qi complained unhappily, "So mature for his age, like a silent gourd."
Xiangli Youming said nothing and led Yuan Qi inside.
The Xiangli Mansion occupies a large area, and even its gate is more than twice the size of the Jiang Mansion. The two large stone lions at the gate are very imposing, and the heavy vermilion gate shows the power of its owner.
Upon entering, the magnificent pavilions and towers were even more imposing. The servants all bowed respectfully to Xiangli Youming and called out, "Young Master Jiu."
Yuan Qi followed Xiang Li Youming to his side, and also took advantage of the situation to show off his power.
Xiangli Youming instructed Xuanyu to report to the family head, and he led Yuan Qi straight to his pavilion—the Nine Heavens Pavilion.
This pavilion is very large and very tall. Yuan Qi estimated it to be five stories high. Even the buildings in the imperial palace are not as tall as the Nine Heavens Pavilion.
Several capable black-clad guards and several cold-faced red-clad guards stood outside the Nine Heavens Tower.
Yuan Qi lingered under the corridor for a moment and discovered that the pillars were made of nanmu wood. Although they were not golden nanmu, they were still very valuable.
The interior was even more luxurious, with the gauze curtains made of the finest soft silk, the beads on the beaded curtains being either jade or pearls, and even the potted plants in the room being rare and exotic varieties.
Needless to say, the tables, chairs, and ornaments were all exquisite, and even the cushions were woven from very precious ivory silk.
Poverty limits imagination.
Although the Jiang family is one of the four major families, it is ranked last. Compared with the Xiangli family, which ranks first, it is like the difference between an ant and an elephant.
In short, the Xiangli family's extravagance refreshed Yuan Qi's understanding of wealth.
After Yuan Qi made a sarcastic remark, he began to pay attention to the furnishings and layout of the room.
From a feng shui perspective, there is no problem with the placement and layout of the Nine Heavens Tower.
At least the main room on the first floor is fine.
The Netherworld has four guardians: Xuan Yu and Xuan He of the Xuan generation, and Liu Yun and Liu Shang of the Liu generation.
The four guards were inseparable from Xiangli Youming on weekdays and would always follow him when he went out.
Xuanhe looked at Yuan Qi with disdain, seeing his unworldly appearance.
Xiangli Youming casually took his seat.
Yuan Qi wandered around the first floor but didn't find anything amiss.
"Go check on your bedroom."
Xuanhe coldly rebuked, "Don't go too far! How dare outsiders look into Ninth Master's bedroom?"
Xiangli Youming stood up: "I'll take you there."
Xuanhe was unwilling but had no choice but to go along.
Xiangli Youming's bedroom was on the second floor. The bedroom was not large, and it felt somewhat cold as soon as you entered.
A sword lay horizontally on a shelf beneath the window, surrounded by swirling black mist.
Yuan Qi walked over and picked it up, discovering that the hilt was wrapped with specially made black silk thread, tightly coiled around and around. At the very end of the hilt was a red agate gemstone, and the scabbard was even more exquisite, not only carved with intricate patterns but also with Xiangli Youming's name.
As the sword was drawn, the black aura intensified.
Xuanhe looked down on Yuan Qi, who seemed unsophisticated, and rolled his eyes repeatedly.
He huddled together with Liu Yun and Liu Shang, whispering and complaining about Yuan Qi.
Xiangli Youming pretended not to hear and stepped forward to ask, "Is there a problem?"
Before Yuan Qi could say anything, Xuan He loudly reminded him, his tone quite impatient: "Look carefully, this sword is called the Pangu Sword. It was the prize for our Ninth Master's clan's grand competition last year. It is said that the patriarch bought it from the Nine Void Auction House. It is said to be the sword of Zheng Rong, the divine general of Rong Kingdom, three hundred years ago. This sword has killed countless enemies and is said to be able to kill ghosts and gods. It is known as the 'Ghost's Sorrow'."
Yuan Qi withdrew his gaze from the Pangu Sword and looked at Xiangli Youming: "Is that so?"
Xiangli Youming hummed in agreement: "I use this sword to practice martial arts every day."
"No wonder you are surrounded by black aura. This sword has killed countless enemies and is tainted with the resentment of the dead. It is extremely malevolent. If the person who uses this sword is weak, he will be infected by the malevolent aura. If blood is drawn, the malevolent aura will penetrate into the body and be harder to remove than an illness."
Upon hearing this, Xuanhe and Liuyun Liushang both changed their expressions.
Even Xiangli Youming's expression turned serious. He recalled an incident from a year ago. It was during the triennial competition for the younger generation of the Xiangli family. Xiangli Youming was competing with his opponent when he was ambushed and his tiger's mouth was cut open. At that time, he felt his spiritual power dissipating very quickly, but he didn't think much of it.
After defeating his opponent, he obtained the Pangu Sword.
But now that I think about it, the accidental injury to my tiger's mouth was probably a deliberate setup by the other party.
"I first used this sword right after I won a battle. Although I was injured, I still wanted to try the legendary sword that could kill ghosts and gods. However, I didn't control my strength well and injured my tiger's mouth."
He deliberately withheld a detail from Yuan Qi.
Yuan Qi frowned slightly, clearly displeased with the other party's lying.
She formed a hand seal and temporarily opened the Yin Eyes of Xiangli Youming and his guards.
The three of them immediately saw the black aura swirling around the sword and gasped in fright.
Xuanhe and Liuyun Liushang drew their swords warily, protecting their master behind them.
Yuan Qi pouted, looking rather helpless. She even said with a hint of mockery, "You really haven't seen anything like this before. This is evil energy. Watch how I deal with it."
She handed the scabbard to Xiangli Youming, held the sword in her left hand, and brought her right index and middle fingers together, creating a cluster of red flames that struck the blade directly.
A sharp, menacing screech rang out, seemingly coming from all directions, sending chills down one's spine.
Xuanhe and the other two gripped their sword hilts tightly, staring intently at the Pangu Sword, ready to strike at any moment.
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