The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

The seven ghosts gathered together. Except for the pitiful ghost who was a little girl, the rest were all great beauties, each with a different style.

Whether aloof and elegant, alluring and charming, innocent and pure, or sickly and delicate...

"Since we're all out here, let's attack together. I'm in a hurry!"

Qin Changye stood against the wind, his tone calm, his brocade robes rustling.

"Arrogant!"

The drowned ghost had the most violent temper. It opened its mouth and spat out a water arrow, which turned into dozens of water needles in the air and shot towards Qin Changye like a rainstorm.

Qin Changye casually raised his hand, and a vast amount of spiritual power rushed forward, instantly evaporating the water needle.

The burning ghost then moved, spitting out two pillars of fire from its eyes, but Qin Changye punched it, reflecting the flames back and burning most of her clothes.

The hungry ghost's mouth was torn open quickly, reaching its ears, and its gaping maw lunged at Qin Changye, only to be struck on the forehead by Qin Changye, sending the ghost flying backward.

.........

In just a few breaths, the seven female ghosts lay on the ground, all subdued by Qin Changye.

One by one, they started speaking in a conciliatory tone.

"I suddenly realize that I still prefer your rebellious side. How about... we go back to normal?"

Qin Changye's words startled the seven female ghosts.

Unruly and rebellious?

They're good at it!

However, just as they regained their composure, Qin Changye turned hostile and said, "At a time like this, you still dare to be arrogant in front of me? I think you're just asking for death."

Seven female ghosts: ...

There's something Mom wants to say, but I don't know if I should!

"Young Master, you can't kill us! We're on our side!"

Seeing that Qin Changye was really about to kill him, the red-clothed hanged ghost became anxious.

Qin Changye paused for a moment: "Stop flattering yourselves. Who is your young master? Who is one of your own?"

The red-clad hanged ghost dared not be negligent and hurriedly explained, "Young Master, your father, Qin Wuyai, is our master. Aren't you our young master?"

Meeting Qin Changye's questioning gaze, the red-clad hanged ghost continued to explain, "After we died, our master performed a ritual to help us pass on to the afterlife. He also left behind a rule that we would fight you when you arrived—a test for you!"

"My master said that if you can't even beat us, you're not qualified to take the remaining half of the ink sword."

"The master also said that he would rather lock the remaining half of the ink sword here forever than let it fall into the hands of an incompetent person."

……

The other female ghosts also spoke with great conviction.

Qin Changye fell silent.

This Qin Wuyai protected his son like a sardonic shell during his lifetime, but after his death, he left his son with the most severe test.

Or perhaps, he simply didn't want his son to obtain the remaining half of the ink sword and reveal the inevitably cruel and subversive truth.

Qin Changye raised his head, his gaze falling on the half of the black sword that was bound by chains.

The truth will be revealed today!

"Of course, we won't actually harm the young master."

The red-clad hanged ghost covered his swollen buttocks and whispered his grievances.

Qin Changye remembered that the red-clothed hanged ghost had indeed held back when he first attacked, and only went all out after confirming that he was very strong.

"Yes, we were just trying to scare the young master."

The burning ghost tugged at his shirt, which could no longer cover his body.

Perhaps worried that Qin Changye wouldn't believe her, she even swore on the spot with her soul that if she told even half a lie, she would never be reincarnated.

"Alright, stop crying, I believe you!"

Qin Changye glanced at the seven female ghosts, their faces full of grievance and tears streaming down their faces, then looked back at the broken ink sword: "Don't just stand there, get to work, help me get that broken ink sword."

The seven female ghosts dared not be negligent and immediately began chanting incantations.

The next moment.

Seven golden inscriptions lit up simultaneously from the seven stone coffins, like long-dormant stars suddenly being ignited.

Then, the seven chains binding the broken ink sword began to tremble violently, emitting a deafening roar.

boom!

boom!

……

The seven chains broke one after another, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

buzzing...

As the last chain snapped, the half of the ink sword in Qin Changye's hand and the other half of the ink sword suspended in mid-air simultaneously emitted a resounding sword cry.

The sound of swords clashing was mixed with an eager longing, like long-lost blood relatives finally recognizing each other.

Qin Changye released his grip at the opportune moment, and the half of the ink sword in his hand flew out instantly, colliding fiercely with the half of the ink sword that was hanging in mid-air.

The broken parts fit together perfectly, as if they had never been separated.

Even more dazzling golden light burst forth from the intact ink sword, spreading unrestrainedly in all directions, illuminating the entire inner area as if it were daytime.

After several breaths, the golden light slowly dissipated.

Qin Changye stretched out his right hand, and the now-complete ink sword seemed to sense the summons and came rushing towards him.

The moment Qin Changye grasped the hilt of the sword, he clearly felt that the aura of this ink sword was several times stronger than before, representing a qualitative leap.

"A sword at the peak of the King-level is absolutely unique in the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

Qin Changye became more and more satisfied with the ink sword the more he looked at it.

Beside him, the red-clad hanged ghost delivered another surprise: "Young Master, according to Master's instructions, this Ink Swordsman is not only a divine weapon, but also a Heavenly King's Decree that can command the entire Blood-Clad Guard!"

The Blood-Clad Guards are the most mysterious and powerful underground force in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Numerous experts and powerful figures emerge here.

Rumor has it that the Heavenly King's Decree, which can command the Blood-Clad Guards, may have fallen into the hands of Prince Qin.

Surprisingly, the rumors were true!

With the Heavenly King's Decree in hand, one becomes the Heavenly King of the Blood-Clad Guards! One becomes the underground emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty!

If it were anyone else, receiving the Heavenly King's Token would probably have been an overwhelming joy, but Qin Changye remained calm.

If nothing unexpected happens, this is the unexpected opportunity that Qin Wuyai mentioned.

However, compared to obtaining the "Heavenly King's Token" that could command the Blood-Clad Guards, Qin Changye was more eager to find out the truth.

He didn't have to wait long.

On the sword, lines of Qin Wuyai's handwriting slowly reveal the unknown truth of that year...