The Leaving Cliff Sword was placed on Yan Li's lap.
Yan Li placed his hand on it and gently stroked it. The smooth and smooth scabbard felt very cold to the touch, like an ice mirror.
The scabbard did not have Shadowless Starsilk in it, but was made entirely of Heaven Mystic Stone. Heaven Mystic Stone was an irreplaceable treasure for cultivators when they refined treasures.
Every cultivator had their own treasures. Like cultivators, treasures could also advance.
The first refinement was when the treasures took shape and became an embryo. It was called Initial Connection. Its appearance was no different from a normal weapon, but it was actually just an illusion. Compared to a real weapon, it was still very far away.
However, cultivators had vitality. As long as they injected vitality, even a Initial Connection treasure could kill people.
But just the Initial Connection required an astronomical number of treasures.
After the Initial Connection, the treasures were placed in the Origin Sea to be nourished. After a long time, they would naturally condense and gradually form a substance. In other words, it was close to the physical form. At this time, it was considered to have advanced to the Mortal Grade. There was an essential difference from the Initial Connection, and it could be considered a complete weapon.
These two stages were known as Treasure Artifacts. Su Yu's sword and Dong Qing's saber were both Mortal Grade treasures.
Treasures already had spirituality, so they were called Spirit Treasures. But the treasures needed were unimaginable, and an extremely special and rare treasure was needed to be added to it to advance.
Yan Chaoyang's Dragon Soul Spear and Yan Shiyi's Purple Night Saber were both at the Martial Grade stage, and were classified as Spirit Treasures.
The money that Yanshan Robber had robbed over the years was mostly spent on them.
So, Yan Li was an out-and-out pauper.
Treasures only belonged to cultivators, and it was very difficult for others to use them. But if the treasures recognized you, which meant that they were compatible, they could become yours.
What Lord Fish sold were basically all low-level treasures. Low-level treasures did not have spirituality, and could change owners at will.
But Leaving Cliff couldn't even be considered Initial Connection. It was a waste product that was given up halfway through the refinement.
The reason why it was described as a piece of trash was that it was about to form an embryo and couldn't be added with Heaven Dark Stones. The amount of Shadowless Starlight Silk required was too large. Moreover, even if it was refined to the level of an ordinary grade, it would still lose its sharpness due to the lack of Heaven Dark Stones.
Of course, correspondingly, it was extremely tough and had a strong resistance to attacks. Moreover, it could accommodate external forces, which solved the drawbacks of the Heart Cleansing Formula.
It was hard to say who was better and who was worse in such a short time.
Since it was difficult to make a decision, personal preferences naturally took precedence. Yan Li liked it very much, so she didn't want to change it.
This was his personality. He did whatever he wanted. As long as he liked something, he would not care about the gains or losses.
Looking out the window, he saw that the sky was completely dark. With a flick of his wrist, the Leaving Cliff Sword slipped into his sleeve and disappeared.
The more powerful the swordsman, the more secretive he would be when he hid his sword.
He got up and left his residence, arriving at the entrance of the capital governor's office.
Beneath the two large cages stood two officials on duty. Seeing Yan Li, they were both taken aback, saying, "So it is Young Master Yan. It is already so late, what are you here for?"
Yan Li said, "Do you still remember what I said the day before yesterday?"
The official hesitated for a moment, then said, "Young Master, His Excellency, Lord Zhang, is currently in court. I'm afraid he doesn't want to see you. When you enter, please be careful. Don't let anyone see you. "
Lord Zhang was Zhang Chonghuan, Zhang Zhixiong's father. Although his son had died, he had unexpectedly been promoted.
Yan Li nodded and stepped into the office, arriving directly at the dungeon.
The dungeon supervisor recognized Yan Li and had already received Zhan Mu's secret instructions, so he let him go.
When he arrived at the innermost water dungeon, a jailer saw him and hurriedly came to greet him, saying, "Young Master, you really made me wait for a long time. Constable Guo has already made me stand guard here for two days. "
Yan Li smiled faintly, "How are Yu Xingzhi and his son?"
The jailer said, "They still have the strength to shout, saying that when they are rescued, they will teach us a lesson. This morning, His Excellency even came to take a look. He originally wanted to transfer him to a regular cell, but after hearing him clamor like this, he gave up on the idea. I think he is afraid of being implicated. "
Yan Li said, "Bring Yan Shaoqun to see me first."
The jailer said awkwardly, "He, he committed suicide by biting his tongue two nights ago."
Yan Li frowned slightly. This was unexpected.
The jailer whispered, "Before he died, he shouted loudly, 'As long as the Celestial Lotus Throne does not fall, the Netherworld Ghost Fire will not be extinguished.' This lowly one doesn't understand the meaning, so I just remember it."
Not to mention the jailer, even Yan Li didn't understand.
"Go and light the oil pot, then escort Yu Xingzhi and his son to the interrogation room," he said.
"Alright!" The jailer smiled and agreed, then said with a smile, "When Young Master cooks human meat, you must treat this lowly one to a bite. I have eaten pigs, cows, dogs, and sheep, but I have never eaten human meat."
This jailer even said that the oil pot was only a means of interrogation.
Yan Li smiled inexplicably, "If you like."
The interrogation room wasn't big. Compared to the Supreme Court's, it paled in comparison.
The oil pot was set up in the middle, and the bonfire was constantly heating the oil pot.
Yu Xingzhi and his son were tied to the rack, with their hands and feet chained. They only wore a prisoner's uniform. Their hair was disheveled, and their lower bodies were wet. Their exposed toes were swollen, as if they would fester at any time. When they moved, it looked like maggots were crawling inside, which was very disgusting.
In this weather, both father and son were shivering with cold.
Yu Muren's mind seemed to be in a mess. His eyes were lifeless, and he murmured, "No, you can't do this to me … I am a fourth-grade real name … I have a bright future … I will do anything for you, no matter … who you are, save me, save me …"
His current appearance was really a disgrace to a fourth-grade real name. This was also the reason why the Academy didn't delve into Yan Li's real name. Even if it was a first-grade real name, if it was given to a childish and weak-willed person like Yu Muren, he might be able to shine for a while, but after all, he wouldn't be able to go far.
Yan Li waved his hand and slapped Yu Muren's face. He said with a smile, "Open your eyes and see who I am."
Yu Muren's eyes gradually focused, and when he saw that it was Yan Li, he was about to burst into flames. "Yan Li! Yan Li! You son of a b * tch! B * stard! I will tear you into pieces, I will tear you into pieces … "
The anger that he had accumulated for two days burst out, and the entire dungeon was filled with his echoes.
Yan Li wore a faint smile on his face, and didn't say anything. He first pulled off Yu Muren's shirt, but he couldn't see the Dragon God Ring that was supposed to be hanging on his neck.
He didn't care, and just moved the wooden rack that was chained to the oil pot.
"What are you doing?"
It wasn't Yu Muren who asked, as he was still cursing. It was Yu Xingzhi who asked.
Yu Xingzhi seemed to recall something, and his face revealed a look of fear. This was because the scene that was about to happen next was still fresh in his memory, and it also indirectly confirmed Yan Li's identity.
"You, you really are Bai Fan, the remnant of the Bai Residence …" Yu Xingzhi's lips trembled. "Zhao Chen died mysteriously, and I knew that you must have returned …"
Yan Li smiled and said, "Yes, I'm back. I crawled back from hell, and I will make you pay with your blood."
He turned around and kicked Yu Muren. Yu Muren screamed in pain, and his whole body involuntarily stuck to the oil pot.
The surface of the boiling oil pot contained a terrifying temperature. When Yu Muren stuck to it, there was a sizzling sound of meat being roasted.
"Ah — —"
A hysterical scream came from Yu Muren's throat. His eyes were bloodshot, and he frantically struggled against the iron chains.
"No, you can't, you devil, you can't do this …" Yu Xingzhi's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and his heart was in extreme pain.
"Devil? I like this description. "Yan Li's smile became wider.
Yu Xingzhi cried and begged, "Please let Muren go, he is innocent … I will tell you everything, I will tell you everything …"
"Innocent?" Yan Li suddenly turned around, and there was no smile on his face. His expression became cold and cruel. He took a few steps forward and arrived in front of Yu Xingzhi. He violently grabbed his clothes, and his eyes were filled with endless resentment. He sternly shouted, "My Bai Family is not innocent? My parents are not innocent? "
He suddenly punched Yu Xingzhi's face and roared angrily, "Tell me, what crime did they commit to be treated like this?"
"Tell me!"
"Tell me!"
"Tell me!"
Fist after fist, question after question, he beat Yu Xingzhi until he was too miserable to look at.
In the blink of an eye, he softened and said softly, "You don't need to tell me anything. Since I'm back, none of you can escape. Now … "
He smiled again, turned around, and took out a knife. He cut the roasted meat from Yu Muren's body, picked it up with a pair of tongs, and brought it to Yu Xingzhi's mouth. "Eat it, and I will let your son live …"
Intermittent blood-curdling screams could be heard from the interrogation room.
The jailer's appreciation at the beginning gradually turned into fear. Just by imagining what the prisoners inside were going through, he felt like he had walked in hell.
After a whole hour, Yan Li came out.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but compared with when he first went in, his face was covered with a layer of ominous black air, which looked particularly terrible.
The jailer didn't dare to breathe, and whispered with lingering fear, "Young, young master, have you finished the interrogation?"
"Yes." Yan Li took out the remaining dozens of taels of silver from the taxi and handed it over, "You've worked hard these two days. Take it and have some tea."
After that, he left.
The jailer wanted to refuse, but he had to accept it. He didn't have the courage to stop Yan Li again.
After hesitating for a moment, he quietly glanced at the interrogation room. The scene in front of him made him bend over and vomit, almost vomiting bile.
…
Yan Li left the dungeon and wandered aimlessly on the street. Unconsciously, he walked into the depths of Changle Park.
After walking out of a deep alley, his memory gradually deepened.
He came back to his senses, and with the help of the faint moonlight, he saw a withered old locust tree in the distance.
He slowly walked over, and the scattered dead leaves and branches were crushed, making a light crunch.
He walked under the tree and gently stroked the rough trunk.
After a while, he turned around and faced a mansion next to the locust tree.
The horizontal board made of linden wood was a little crooked. It had been a long time, and there were mottled traces everywhere. The two words "Bai Mansion" were written on it.
There were two Pi Xiu guarding the mansion below the steps, and because of the wind and rain, it had lost its former majesty.
He walked up the steps and came to the front door. The iron ring on the door was a little peeling, and two pale white seals were stuck under the iron ring, but they were broken. Obviously, someone had come in and out.
He reached out to push the door, and with a squeak, in front of him was a barren land under the moonlight, but it was also unexpected. After so many years, this mansion was still deserted, as if it was a taboo, and no one was willing to live in it.
After passing through several doorways, he unconsciously walked into a familiar wide courtyard. He pushed aside the weeds that reached his waist, and a rotten weapon rack was stuck upside down in the soil. There were some brown bloodstains on it, but this was only a clue of the tragedy of that year.
Behind the rack was a large orange tree, but it was also withered, and only branches were left.
When he was young, he would always climb up and down here. In his memory, there was still another person's voice and smile, and he couldn't help but quietly reminisce.
After a long time, he turned around and entered the central room. He looked around, and then passed through the central room to the mansion's main room, which was the courtyard where the main family lived.
He pushed open the door to the master bedroom, and the smell of rotten wood assailed his nostrils.
Yan Li took a deep breath, and his heart suddenly became so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
He staggered two steps, and sat down on the bed made of gold-threaded nanmu. His hand unconsciously pressed on a protrusion on the bedside table, and with a bang, he activated some unknown mechanism, and one side of the bed board sank deeply.
Yan Li didn't have time to react, and his whole body sank down. He fell on a downward step, and after rolling a few steps, he hurriedly stabilized his body and looked around.
But all he saw was darkness, so dark that he couldn't even see his own fingers.
"Where is this?"
He thought for a moment, and felt his way down. After all, there were only about 20 steps, and then there was a long corridor, without any traps.
At the end of the corridor was a small stone room, facing east and west, and there was an incense table, on which there was an incense burner, and scattered incense sticks, matches, and other things.
Yan Li touched it, and used a match to light a candle, and the stone room was immediately lit up.
With the dim light of the candle, he saw a painting at the end of the incense table. The painting was of a beautiful woman in a snow-white dress. Her expression was full of coldness and arrogance, and her eyes were sharp and bright, as if they contained a peerless sharpness.
With just a glance, Yan Li knew that this woman was a top-notch swordsman.
There was a poem beside it. Yan Li brought the candle closer, and then he could see it clearly. It said:
"Don't listen to the sound of leaves beating through the forest, why not walk slowly while whistling. Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A coat of misty rain for a lifetime. "
The next poem was: "The chilly spring wind wakes me up, and it's slightly cold, but the mountain top shines at an angle to welcome me. Looking back at the bleak place, going back, there is no rain or shine. "
The name of the poem was "Calm the Storm", but the signature was empty.
Yan Li's mind was slightly shaken, and he murmured: "A coat of misty rain for a lifetime, there is no rain or shine. How carefree is this? Was it written by her? Who is she? Why is she here? "
He calmed himself down, and didn't touch the painting. He only looked at the table, and saw a dusty brocade box.
Opening the brocade box, he saw transparent silk threads as thick as a hair quietly arranged inside, and if it wasn't for them shining like stars, he wouldn't be able to see them. There were five of them. There was another piece of paper.
"Shadowless Starthread?"
This was the supreme treasure used to refine treasures, the Shadowless Starthread.
The paper was slightly yellowed, and Yan Li opened it, and saw the words:
"This is the place for Ancestor Yu. Those who are fated to enter unintentionally, please do not damage the Ancestor Yu's portrait, and these few strands of starlight will be repaid."
The handwriting was somewhat familiar, and it should be the handwriting of his father, Bai Chongxi.
Then she is my Ancestor?
Yan Li looked at the woman in the portrait, and felt that it was unreal.
He thought for a while, and kept the brocade box. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a tender laughter echoing in the stone room.
"Who?" Yan Li's body stiffened, and he didn't even notice that someone had touched him. This was simply impossible.
"Elder Sister, is this your last struggle? I will enjoy it, hehehehe … "
The tender laughter went far away, and Yan Li chased after it, but just as he came out of the secret room, the voice suddenly disappeared without a trace, and completely disappeared.
He chased for a while more, and came to the central room, but he still didn't find any traces. Just as he was about to leave the room, he suddenly saw a beautiful figure flying in from outside.
He hurriedly dodged to the side, and concealed himself to observe.
Under the moonlight, the woman was wearing a white and yellow dress, and her arms were bare. Her dress fluttered like a fairy, and it accentuated her peerless figure that couldn't be concealed. Her movements were light and natural, like floating clouds and flowing water.
Every time he looked at her, he seemed to have a different feeling.
Yan Li recognized at a glance that she was Shen Liuyun.
Shen Liuyun didn't know that Yan Li was beside her, and stood under the orange tree as usual, lost in thought.
The weak moonlight shone on her beautiful face, and when there was no one around, it revealed a slight softness, and it was indescribably lovely.
However, behind that slight softness, there was an indescribable melancholy.
A faint sigh was heard, and accompanied by a soft sigh, a name seemed to come out of her mouth, "Little Fan …"
It was just a name, but it expressed all her depressed thoughts.
Yan Li's whole body shook, and only felt a warm flow into his heart, and in an instant, it spread throughout his body, as if hugging a furnace, "It, it really is you …"
He leaned close to the wall, and even if it was insignificant, he wanted to get closer, as if this was the only way he could pour out his yearning.
"Who's there!" Accompanied by a cold shout, a piercingly cold gust of wind had already entered the central room.
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