Chapter 119: Investiture of the Gods

The guests outside the private room were too noisy, but Xiao Yu couldn't chase them away, although she really wanted to do so.

She came over to greet them, intending to "upgrade their cabin." She would pay a little money herself to let them go to a distant private room, and then seal off the nearby tables to create a slightly quieter conversation environment for Guan Laozu Qingsong.

If Auntie Liu were at the door, she would have let Auntie Liu handle it directly.

But Auntie Liu didn't know where she had run off to.

This wasn't a big deal for Xiao Yu; she intended to tell them herself.

It is normal for girls in a brothel to call guests "Master" or "Young Master," and for underage daughters to call them "Father" or "Master."

She casually called out "Father," and the few middle-aged and elderly men in brocade robes who were finger-guessing also looked over. Although they didn't say anything, they accepted it in their hearts and responded.

Then the Purple Mansion began to fully deduce the "Method of Destroying the Mole Hair."

"Mole Hair" was the nickname she gave the mysterious expert.

He was of medium build and wore a square squire's hat with "Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity" patterns.

The light blue brocade robe with gold-traced cloud patterns was like a zongzi leaf, tightly wrapping his chubby, thick, and short body.

And the chubby build was not his most conspicuous trait.

The most eye-catching thing was a black mole the size of a broad bean in the center of his white, chubby cheek, and a two-inch-long golden hair grew on the mole.

The golden hair was thick, long, and shiny, like a strand of gold thread; it was too damn ostentatious.

Xiao Yu guessed that the other party was hiding his identity.

Because judging from his behavior, he "should" have absolutely no martial arts skills.

His footsteps were floating, his center of gravity was unstable, his body swayed when he moved, and he was short of breath when he spoke.

The greenish tongue coating, the dark shadows under his eyes, and the bloodshot eyes all indicated that his body was very weak—all external characteristics indicated that he was an ordinary person, but the Purple Mansion was operating at full capacity for him.

"Uh, Auntie Liu told me to change to a better seat for all you 'fathers'."

Her thoughts turned a hundred times, but she only paused for a moment in her speech, always keeping her expression unchanged and her eyes straight.

"We were drinking well, why change seats suddenly?" asked a tall, middle-aged man with a thick beard.

Xiao Yu laughed, "Auntie's arrangement must have a deep meaning. Once you 'fathers' go, you will naturally understand."

Let Auntie Liu find the reasons and excuses; it was her dereliction of duty in the first place, so she deserves to worry and work hard.

"Little Phoenix Fairy, you are with Master Zhang—"

Speaking of Auntie Liu, Auntie Liu actually walked out of another private room.

She was obviously very familiar with the guests at the table and shouted from far away.

"Auntie Liu, why did you come over yourself?" Xiao Yu took two quick steps, grabbed her arm, and said, "Isn't it just changing to a quieter private seat for the guests? I'm already talking about it; you still don't trust me."

Auntie Liu shot a few eye-knives at her from the corner of her eyes, greeted the guests with a full face of smiles, and within a few words, a waiter came over to help carry plates and lift wine pots.

The girls were also quick-witted, hugging the guests' arms and making all kinds of jokes to coax them downstairs.

And before they left, Xiao Yu had already returned to the small private room with a pot of hot tea.

Auntie Liu was sharper than anyone and could understand her meaning without needing a clear explanation.

In fact, Auntie Liu was not a negligent person.

Although the Daoist acolyte Qingsong's identity was unusual, the reason Auntie Liu knew Qingsong was extraordinary was that she knew Sui Yuanzi and knew Sui Yuanzi's status in the Qinghe Commandery Prince's Mansion—Lei Zhen of the Tianmen Society didn't even have a chance to curry favor with him.

Now that she had encountered an opportunity, shouldn't she perform well? Should she let Sui Yuanzi stand foolishly outside the private room?

Xiao Yu accompanied the young Daoist acolyte Qingsong in the private room, while Auntie Liu carefully served Sui Yuanzi in another private room.

As a result, she was careless for a moment and let the girls lead the guests to the table outside the private room.

As the saying goes, one who lives in a shop of abalone for a long time does not know its stench.

Auntie Liu had been in the Red Sleeve Academy for many years and hadn't noticed the noise problem at all.

"Guan Laozu, why are you looking at me like that?"

Xiao Yu poured a cup of tea for Qingsong and served a few plates of small snacks, but saw the other party's expression was very strange, and his eyes were also looking at her face strangely.

"Your composure in the Red Sleeve Academy surprises me very much." The Daoist acolyte Qingsong sighed.

Xiao Yu understood that he knew everything that had just happened outside, but she still didn't quite understand his sigh.

"What is Guan Laozu referring to?"

The Daoist acolyte Qingsong said, "With your innate wisdom and talent, you were originally an extremely proud person, but now you naturally call others 'Father'... Sigh, there is no reluctance or unwillingness; you have completely adapted to the environment here."

Xiao Yu laughed, "The rules are like this; what is there to be proud or not proud of?

Guan Laozu must also be very proud, but in the face of His Majesty the Emperor and the etiquette of Great Qin, can you always stand straight, refusing to kneel or bend your waist?

Not to mention that I am already in the Teaching Division.

Even in a wealthy family, according to the rules and etiquette, servants must call their masters 'Father and Mother.'

Following the rules is wisdom; it is not shameful at all.

Being able to be polite and restrained is even more of an honor."

She certainly didn't think so in her heart.

If she had a little power, His Majesty the Emperor would just be a fart!

Whoever dares to make her unhappy, she will make sure they never have a chance to be unhappy again.

But in front of outsiders, she must show that she is a law-abiding and peaceful person.

The Daoist acolyte Qingsong's expression was conflicted, "What you say makes sense, but you are so young; it is hard to imagine that you can understand and do this.

You were the Miss Guan who awakened the Sword Bone supernatural power, and you even beheaded Kong Zan, making your name known throughout the world."

Xiao Yu laughed again, "What am I? Guess who the girl living in the same courtyard as me is? The daughter of Dou Yilin, the Prime Minister of the Lu Kingdom and the Jade-Faced Literary Star!

She is a Prime Minister's daughter!

Isn't she also 'when you arrive, you settle'?

I am a Sha barbarian; what else can I not let go of?"

The Daoist acolyte Qingsong frowned, "You are quite bold to dare to live in the same courtyard as her."

Xiao Yu rolled her eyes slightly, "Guan Laozu, you are a smart person speaking muddled words. If I had a choice, would I have fallen into a brothel?"

The Daoist acolyte Qingsong laughed, "I came to find you today to provide you with a great future, didn't I?

You beheaded Kong Zan and crippled Zhou Lang at Flying Immortal Ferry; you have great merit, and the Great Qin imperial court wants to reward you!"

Xiao Yu's eyes lit up, and she said excitedly, "Guan Laozu, are you going to take me out of the sea of suffering and go to the Upper State of China to cultivate the Dao?"

The Daoist acolyte Qingsong shook his head and said very bluntly, "When your Sword Bone supernatural power was still there, I didn't even think much of you.

Now that you are not crippled, but your supernatural power is gone.

Not to mention cultivating the Dao, even the Immortal Martial Dao, you won't go far."

Xiao Yu's "heart of expectation" that had just floated up instantly fell and shattered into two pieces.

But she still struggled, "Guan Laozu, you probably don't know that the Divine Physician Min who treated me is very powerful. He almost integrated all the spiritual energy of the Sword Bone into my bloodline. My speed of cultivating internal qi recently has been very fast.

It's not that I'm bragging, but among the younger generation in Tianmen Town, no one is stronger than me."

The Daoist acolyte Qingsong smiled and asked, "Have you practiced many kinds of sword intent recently?"

Xiao Yu was a little surprised.

It's actually not strange that the Daoist acolyte Qingsong could see that she had practiced many kinds of sword intent.

But since he saw it, why did he still feel that her future was cut off?

"That's right, I kept your teachings in mind and tried my best to collect sword manuals, practicing various sword intents to warm the Sword Bone with sword intent."

The Daoist acolyte Qingsong sighed, "I did say that, but times change.

At that time, your Sword Bone supernatural power was still there, and no matter how complex the sword intent was, it could be suppressed by the Sword Bone.

Now that your Sword Bone is crippled, practicing too much sword intent is instead a waste of mental energy and cuts off your future."

"I don't quite understand; isn't sword intent stronger the more you have?" Xiao Yu said.

The Daoist acolyte Qingsong said, "You Immortal Martial practitioners emphasize the 'Heart, Spirit, and Intent'—the small three talents.

'Heart' is the master of 'Spirit' and is the foundation of the small three talents.

First, you consume too much mental energy on the 'Spirit and Intent' of sword moves, dividing your mental energy to condense sword intent, but mental energy is limited.

Second, the Heart is the trunk, and the Spirit and Intent are the branches and leaves. Too many branches and leaves will crush the trunk.

Even a 'Human Immortal' walking the Immortal Martial Dao needs to connect their nature and life.

What is nature? Nature is the Heart, which can also be said to be the sum of 'Heart, Spirit, and Intent.'

If you crush your 'Heart,' how can you connect your nature and life and condense the internal elixir?

If the Sword Bone supernatural power were still there, the situation would be very different.

Sword intent nourishes the Sword Bone, and the Sword Bone strengthens the Heart, Spirit, and physique. If the physique is strong, the internal breath is strong; if the Heart and Spirit are strong, the 'trunk' is strong, eventually forming a virtuous cycle—'the tree is big and the roots are deep, and the branches and leaves are lush.'

If the opportunity is sufficient, perhaps you can obtain a god-like fruit position."

—Since sword intent can nourish the Sword Bone, why can't it repair the Sword Bone?

Xiao Yu was unconvinced in her heart, but she didn't say it out loud.

She didn't intend to reveal a single bit about repairing the Sword Bone to the outside world.

Unless the little thieving Daoist Qingsong really gave her a great future and took her to Great Qin.

"Then what is the 'good future' that Guan Laozu mentioned..."

The Daoist acolyte Qingsong reached his right hand into his left sleeve, fumbled around for a while, and took out a scroll with black embroidery and golden dragon patterns, saying: "Do you know what this is?"

Xiao Yu stared at the scroll rolled into a stick, her spirit in a trance.

It was as if she had become a lowly slave, kneeling on the ground, looking up at the emperor on the throne.

Her soul felt immense pressure, and her chest felt a little stifled.

This made her very uncomfortable.

Out of instinctive resistance, a fierce tiger twelve feet long suddenly jumped out from the center of her Purple Mansion (after taking the Bone-Changing Pill, the Purple Mansion expanded and replaced the Sea of Consciousness), roaring angrily at the scroll: "ROAR!!"

Strands of black and red fierce evil energy erupted around the fierce tiger, and half of the Purple Mansion was "polluted."

The illusion before her eyes immediately changed.

It was no longer a slave facing an emperor high above.

It was a brutal fierce tiger facing a huge throne made of countless corpses and broken weapons.

There was no one on the throne, only a black shadow. The black shadow was daunting to look at, but the fierce tiger roared unyieldingly, its ferocity erupting, and the fierce evil energy circling its body became even more intense.

Strands of black and red evil energy, like sharp blades, confronted the majestic black shadow on the throne.

"Eh?" The Daoist acolyte Qingsong almost didn't hold the scroll.

A scorching evil energy inexplicably came from his palm, rushed into his Sea of Consciousness along his arm, and turned into a monstrous sea of blood. In the sea of blood, countless dead souls were wailing, cursing, accusing, and shouting "Old Qin, be brave."

If he didn't have an immortal-level soul, he would have sunk into it.

"What are you doing?" His face changed greatly, and his empty left hand quickly formed a seal. The golden dragon patterns on the surface of the black scroll were lit up, and golden runes floated out.

As the restrictions on the scroll were triggered, the fierce evil energy was immediately suppressed.

The roaring fierce tiger was crushed by invisible pressure, and Xiao Yu's head felt like it had been hit by a hammer; she groaned and her vision went black.

"The mutation of the Investiture of the Gods is really related to you. What did you just do?" The Daoist acolyte Qingsong stared at her and asked.

"Investiture of the Gods?"

Xiao Yu's soul was injured, and she was originally confused and had a splitting headache, but the term "Investiture of the Gods," which sounded so awesome, directly stimulated her to wake up.

"I didn't do anything just now... uh, I didn't do anything actively; I just saw the scroll in your hand and inexplicably activated the fierce tiger's divine intent.

It's the black tiger fierce soul condensed by the Guan family's "Tiger Soul Seven Kills" mental formula.

Dividing a wisp of one's own soul and changing it into a fierce tiger full of blood evil energy.

The fierce evil energy on the fierce tiger's soul is the reason why the Seven Kills mystery can behead ghosts and gods."

The Daoist acolyte Qingsong frowned, "Your fierce tiger evil energy seems to have stimulated the Investiture of the Gods, activating its original..."

He paused, swallowed back the words involving the secrets of the Investiture of the Gods, and said, "To be able to draw out the military baleful energy of the Investiture of the Gods itself, it seems the Guan family wasn't bragging; 'Tiger Soul Seven Kills' is likely related to an ancient evil god."

"Is it the evil god Chi You?" Xiao Yu asked.

The Daoist acolyte Qingsong shook his head, "Chi You was an ancient ancestor, a human, not a fierce demon tiger... Don't practice the 'Tiger Soul Seven Kills' anymore; being able to pull a wisp of ancient catastrophe evil energy is too ominous."

Just now, the Investiture of the Gods activated a wisp of ancient catastrophe evil energy, so he speculated that this cultivation method was related to some ancient fierce god.

But who the fierce god was, he didn't know either.

He could only be 100% sure that the other party was not human, but a fierce tiger, a very, very brutal fierce tiger.

"Guan Laozu, if you teach me an immortal method, I won't practice it anymore." Xiao Yu said.

—The fierce tiger divine intent connected to the evil energy of the Investiture of the Gods, although crushed by mysterious power, a wisp of ancient catastrophe evil energy incorporated into the fierce tiger's soul has already been absorbed by me. Seeing that the Tiger Soul Seven Kills is about to be completed, you tell me not to practice it...

Qingsong looked at her deeply and sneered, "If you don't listen to me, you will regret it sooner or later."

Xiao Yu laughed, "Guan Laozu, it's not that I don't listen, but I have no choice! You should help me choose a City God position first!" ===== CHAPTER 120 =====