Chapter 813

Chen Guanlou's understanding was refreshed.

Chen Guanfu really wanted to show off, but he restrained himself. "I already told you, the Hou Fu is not just about having a bit of power and money. Next time you run into trouble, feel free to come find me."

"Can I take this opportunity to kill Zhou Mobai?"

"Don't even think about it. Being able to teach him a lesson for you is already the limit. He is a Grandmaster and a person from the palace; one must consider the master before beating the dog." Chen Guanfu sternly refused and warned, "No matter what you intend to do, just don't get caught. As long as there is no evidence, there is always room for maneuver. If you are seen, you know what to do, right?"

"I know!"

Kill to silence, leave no one alive!

Chen Guanlou understood this perfectly.

"Many thanks, Young Master!"

"There is no need for such formalities between us."

"Then do you know how many Grandmasters there are in the world? Is Wei Wubing's master a Great Grandmaster?"

"I don't know! I cannot answer either of your questions." Chen Guanfu said quite candidly, "Although I am barely considered a martial artist, I have spent years drifting through military camps and officialdom, never mixing in the Jianghu. As for whether that old man is a Great Grandmaster, there is no way to know. I only know that when I was very young, he was already a Grandmaster. It's just that his personality is introverted, and he basically never appears in public."

"When the late Emperor passed away, the palace was in chaos; why did no one think to ask this person to step forward, but instead went to invite the royal ancestor?"

Chen Guanfu smiled upon hearing this, "No matter how high his cultivation, his status is ultimately that of a royal servant; how could he decide such a monumental matter as the imperial succession? Only by inviting the royal ancestor could all parties be convinced."

Understood!

Chen Guanlou was enlightened.

After finishing his shift, he followed Chen Guanfu to the Hou Fu.

Chen Guanfu ordered someone to open the armory and gestured vaguely with his hand, pointing toward the armory gate, "The various weapons collected by the Hou Fu since our ancestors are all inside. If you want one, take it yourself! If you need a weapon for killing, my advice is not to choose a famous one, as it is easy for people to trace its origin and get to the bottom of it. There are several nameless weapons inside, both blades and swords, which are not a whit inferior to famous ones."

Chen Guanlou stood before the armory gate, took a deep breath, and strode inside; instantly, a wave of coldness and killing intent rushed toward him.

No wonder there was no one guarding the armory.

The killing intent radiating from these weapons would cause any martial artist with weaker cultivation to suffer severe injuries just by stepping inside. Not to mention ordinary people, who couldn't even get close to the armory without it being fatal.

He forcibly endured this pure killing intent, which lacked any sense of good or evil, and his gaze was deeply drawn to a rusted broadsword, unable to look away. He didn't even have time to glance at the famous weapons nearby, which radiated sharp light. In his eyes, except for the broadsword in front, everything else was just for ordinary people!

It was as if there were some magic, drawing him toward the rusted broadsword, step by step.

Pfft!

A mouthful of heart-blood surged toward his throat!

He desperately suppressed it and instantly regained his senses.

What a fierce broadsword!

Could it be a "Ten Thousand Slayer"!?

He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and reached out!

A powerful thought filled his mind: he had to possess it! It belonged only to him!

Year after year, ten years, a hundred years—you have finally waited for a master who understands you; what are you still hesitating for? Come quickly!

Hum!

A long ringing sound irritated his eardrums.

He grabbed the hilt of the sword and effortlessly performed two sword flourishes; the smile on his face grew brighter and more radiant. The sword in his hand felt as if it had been custom-made, responding as easily as an arm.

He wiped the blade with his hand; the edge cut his finger, and fresh blood surged out, soaking into the blade. With a casual shake, the rust on the blade fell away, revealing its true form, which carried a bone-chilling, monstrous killing intent.

Without the slightest hesitation, without looking around to pick and choose—it was this sword. Fate had decreed that the sword was his, and he was the sword.

He carried the sword out of the Hou Fu armory.

Chen Guanfu was waiting under the eaves of the courtyard gate; he looked slightly surprised to see him come out so quickly. When he saw the sword in his hand, his expression changed instantly, and he subconsciously took a step back.

"You... how did you choose this sword?"

"Is there something special about it?" Chen Guanlou asked curiously. He had examined the entire blade and saw no name. This was clearly a nameless broadsword.

Chen Guanfu took a deep breath, suppressing the fear and unease in his heart along with his undisguised excitement, and said, "This sword has no name; people call it 'The Great Omen'! It was obtained by our ancestors from an ancient battlefield a hundred years ago. According to the records in the mansion, hundreds of people died at that time, hence the name 'The Great Omen.' To cover up its baleful aura, our ancestors specially crafted a scabbard for it. However, the scabbard broke and shattered in less than a month. Since then, this sword of 'The Great Omen' has been kept in the armory, and no one has dared to use it. Those who used it met with, at best, a bloody disaster, and at worst... I didn't expect you to choose this sword. Are you alright?"

He was filled with suspicion and disbelief.

Chen Guanlou performed a sword flourish right in front of him, "I'm fine! At first, I was also worried I wouldn't be able to control it. Who would have thought that once it was in my hand, it would feel custom-made, becoming increasingly easy to use."

"It seems you are truly fated with this sword! It was meant to belong to you." Chen Guanfu was deeply moved.

"The name 'The Great Omen' doesn't sound good! Looking at this sword, it must have experienced a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses; why not call it 'Ten Thousand Slayer'!"

"'Ten Thousand Slayer' is a bit too blunt. How about calling it 'Bloodless'?" Chen Guanfu suggested.

"How about 'Immediate Execution'!" Chen Guanlou felt the name the other party chose wasn't domineering enough and instead carried a bit of a scholar's pedantry, which didn't fit his temperament.

He was only half a scholar, at the level of a half-filled bucket making noise. As a Prison Warden, "Immediate Execution" fit his status perfectly and also matched the temperament of the sword.

Chen Guanfu was left speechless upon hearing this.

"Are you sure the name you chose is better than mine?"

"Of course! It's decided, it's called 'Immediate Execution,' nickname 'Little Slash'!"

"It even has a nickname?" Chen Guanfu looked completely astonished.

"Why can't it have a nickname?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he clearly felt a light hum from 'Little Slash' in his hand, as if it were responding to him, its mood very cheerful.

Chen Guanlou:...

Has this sword become a spirit?!

"This sword belongs to you; you decide what to name it! Just this sword, won't you change to another one?"

"I won't change it. I still need to make a scabbard for 'Little Slash'."

"I'm afraid that won't be easy!" Chen Guanfu kindly reminded him.

"It didn't have a master before, so it wasn't satisfied with its previous scabbards. Now that it has fallen into my hands, I will craft a scabbard for it myself, and it will surely be satisfied. As the saying goes, a child does not mind the mother's ugliness, and a dog does not mind the poverty of the home. If it dislikes something I made with my own hands, then it's just being unreasonable!"

Chen Guanfu was left speechless, "Are you treating it like a person?"

"All things have spirits!" Chen Guanlou gazed obsessively at the 'Immediate Execution' in his hand, his eyes fascinated and profound, "This sword also has a spirit! Presumably, it also agrees with my statement. Right!"

It was no illusion; he felt another light hum, as if it were nodding to agree with his statement.

His heart was filled with joy; he had found a treasure.

The Hou Fu truly had deep foundations; a random treasure sword in the armory had actually nurtured a spirit!

Before, he didn't know if there were spirits in the world.

Now, he could say with certainty: there are! There are spirits!

With spirits, can immortals be far behind?