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

Snapped!

Before Zhao Ruyan could reply, Qin Changye's hand had already slapped Zhao Duanming hard across the face.

That slap was very forceful.

Zhao Duanming spun around one and a half times, and his already chubby face swelled up into a pig's head at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

"You're wearing my precious armor, and you wear my sword at your waist. Now you want to dig out my sacred bones. Do you really think I'm a sheep to be exploited?"

Qin Changye's face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water. If there was any wealth the original owner possessed, it would be this unawakenable sacred bone.

It's close to the heart; if it's removed, Qin Changye's life will be in danger.

Zhao Duanming isn't just trying to dig out bones, he's trying to kill me.

Moreover, the fact that the original owner couldn't awaken the sacred bones doesn't mean Qin Changye can't...

"What do you mean, 'yours' and 'mine'? You married my sister, so what's yours is mine!"

Zhao Duanming, his face covered in blood, looked at Zhao Ruyan with a wronged expression: "Sister, look at him! How dare he hit me! Make him kneel down and apologize to me, or I won't live anymore!"

Looking at the five bright red finger marks on her younger brother's face, Zhao Ruyan felt a pang of heartache, as if being cut by a knife.

"Qin Changye, haven't you made enough of a scene?"

"My brother only wanted to steal your sacred relics, and you slapped him in the face. How could you be so vicious?"

She took a deep breath, looking completely self-righteous:

"Besides, the reason my brother wanted to take your sacred relics was because he was too eager to advance his cultivation."

"Is it wrong for him to work so hard?"

Meeting Zhao Ruyan's resentful gaze, Qin Changye shook his head:

He did not do anything wrong.

"I was the one who was wrong."

"The mistake was letting him live until now."

Qin Changye grabbed Zhao Duanming's hair and lifted him up.

Ignoring his desperate struggles, they removed his armor and took off his sword.

Then, she leaned close to his ear:

"Didn't you want my sacred relics?"

"So what are you going to offer in exchange?"

"Hand bones?"

Qin Changye grabbed Zhao Duanming's right arm.

Click!

A crisp sound.

Zhao Duanming's right arm dangled at an odd angle, its bones broken into several pieces.

"Or is it the leg bone?"

Before his scream could even escape his throat, Qin Changye's hand had already moved to his left leg.

Click!

Another crisp sound.

Zhao Duanming's left leg bone was shattered, tears and snot streamed down his face, his lips trembled, and he let out a pig-like scream of pain.

"Or perhaps... a skull?"

Qin Changye's hand slowly moved to the back of Zhao Duanming's head.

The chill of death crept up his spine, causing him to tremble violently.

"Qin...Brother-in-law, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

Zhao Duanming was terrified. He burst into tears, apologized repeatedly, and his pants were soaked.

just.

An apology afterward?

"Don't you know you're wrong!"

Qin Changye spread his five fingers and gripped the back of his head: "You know you're going to die!"

There are no tough bones in front of him, only broken bones.

"That's enough!"

Seeing that Qin Changye was about to kill, Zhao Ruyan couldn't help but speak up:

"My brother is only twenty years old, he's still a child. If you dare to kill him, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life."

Qin Changye remained unmoved, his tone cold: "I hate it when people threaten me."

"etc."

Zhao Ruyan hurriedly spoke up:

"My brother has two life tablets, one on my father and one on my eldest sister."

"If you dare to kill my brother, these two life tablets will shatter immediately, and my father and my eldest sister will know right away."

"My father will rush back from outside, and my eldest sister will lead troops back from the North. At that time, you will pay an extremely heavy price for your foolish actions today."

Zhao Ruyan crossed her arms and stared straight at Qin Changye.

She believed in the weight of her words.

Although the Qin Prince's Mansion was one of the four great princely mansions, it was already in decline, with many members killed in battle or missing.

In contrast, the Zhao family's father was in his prime, and their eldest sister had surpassed him, earning the title of "Goddess of Slaughter" in the Northern Territory through her ruthlessness, bloodthirstiness, and brutality.

She was waiting for Qin Changye to weigh the pros and cons and make a wise choice.

However, what she received was a crisp sound of a skull shattering.

"I've said it before, I hate being threatened the most."

Qin Changye's five fingers, which were gripping the back of Zhao Duanming's head, suddenly tightened.

Zhao Duanming's agonizing screams abruptly ceased, and his body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Zhao Ruyan plopped down on the ground, her bloodshot eyes filled with hatred and shock: "My father is a high-ranking official, and my elder sister is a legendary killer. If either of them were to return, they could wipe you out without a trace. Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid."

Qin Changye was silent for a moment, then spoke up: "I'm afraid they won't all be here, and I won't be able to kill them all."

Over the years, Zhao Ruyan's father and eldest sister had bullied Qin Changye quite a bit. If they could return on their own initiative, it would save him the trouble of searching for them one by one.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

A family should be buried neatly and orderly!

"Xiuer, smash down the door to the treasure vault."

After burying Zhao Duanming's body in the first level of the Burial Tower, Qin Changye ignored the distraught Zhao Ruyan and looked at the heavy stone door.

"Okay!"

Xiuer responded and threw a powerful punch.

boom!

The stone gate shattered instantly.

Qin Changye was the first to step inside.

The treasure vault was vast, filled with chests upon chests of spirit stones, fist-sized luminous pearls, various chilling weapons, and elixirs that shimmered with light…

Qin Changye didn't care about any of these things.

His gaze was fixed on a long, jet-black sword in the corner.

Its material is unremarkable, the blade has no runes or inscriptions, no shimmering light, and the surface is even covered with a thick layer of dust.

At first glance, it looks ordinary!

But this long sword is the ink sword left behind by Qin Wuyai, which hides a huge secret!

With the ink-black blade in hand, Qin Changye gently ran his fingers over its blade.

The icy touch spread rapidly across my fingertips. This ink knife was much heavier than I had expected, as if it had carried too much wind and rain and bloodshed.

Without the slightest hesitation, he offered a drop of blood, which landed on the blade.

The next moment, something unexpected happened.

buzzing...

The blood fell onto the blade, but instead of evaporating or sliding off, it was directly absorbed into the black blade, which trembled slightly and emitted a long, resonant roar.

Then, to Qin Changye and Xiuer's astonishment, the ink-black knife began to deform.

It transformed from a black ink knife into half a black ink sword!

The blade was only half the size of a normal longsword, and the break was extremely neat, as if it had been forcibly severed by some mysterious force. The blade was still completely black, but its quality was much higher than before.

A satisfied smile appeared on Qin Changye's lips.

In his previous life, he was a swordsman, and his swordsmanship was unparalleled in the human realm.

The half of the ink sword before me is naturally incomparable to my natal sword from my previous life.

However, in the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is already a top-tier divine weapon.

Thump thump thump...

Immediately afterwards, the half of the dark sword, which had been dull and covered in a layer of gray, began to gleam with a brilliant light.

Just as the dust settles and light emerges, illuminating countless mountains and rivers.

A line of Qin Wuyai's handwriting slowly emerged under the light...