877: The bones are rusted, and so is the sword.

Brothel.

"Yo! Sir Daoist, you've come to play too?"

A group of beautiful girls looked at the Old Daoist with expressions of indescribable strangeness. In a place like a Brothel, two types of people usually didn't appear: monks and Daoists.

Yet an Old Daoist had arrived, which was indeed a rare sight.

Could it be that after bitter cultivation on the mountain, he couldn't bear the loneliness?

The Old Daoist looked at the girls and said with a solemn expression, "This Old Daoist has cultivated bitterly for twelve thousand years. Now that I have descended the mountain, I finally understand one truth."

Xie Weilou stepped forward and looked at the Old Daoist curiously. "What truth has the Daoist Master realized?"

The Old Daoist found a table and sat down. He pulled seven copper coins from his sleeve, slammed them onto the table, and said with an arrogant expression, "To hell with purity and few desires, to hell with not entering the Mortal World. While alive in this world, one should be free and happy; only then is this life not in vain. Bring me seven girls! This poor Daoist wants to achieve the Unity of Heaven and Man today!"

Hearing this, Xie Weilou looked at the Old Daoist with a face full of admiration. "Daoist Master, you truly have realized it."

"Realized my foot! With just these seven copper coins of his, he can't even buy a single cup of wine in my Brothel, and he wants seven girls?"

A mature middle-aged woman walked over holding a circular fan, looking at the Old Daoist with complete disdain.

"Exactly! What can seven copper coins buy? You can't get cheated or suffer a loss, because you can't buy anything at all."

Some women around them curled their lips. This Old Daoist looked like he had the air of a transcendent being, and they thought he was an expert, but he turned out to be a penniless wretch.

"What? Seven copper coins aren't enough?"

The Old Daoist's expression froze. The arrogance in his eyes vanished, replaced by an indescribable loneliness.

He hadn't left the mountain for many years; had the world changed? Had prices risen? Or was someone price-gouging?

The mature middle-aged woman said nonchalantly, "Seven copper coins can only let you sit here and look at the girls. As for anything else, don't even think about it, unless..."

"Unless what?"

The Old Daoist looked at the mature middle-aged woman.

The mature middle-aged woman smiled and said, "The dao sword on your back looks decent and could be worth a few coins. If the Daoist Master can leave this sword behind, I might be able to let one girl accompany you."

"Truly?"

The Old Daoist's eyes lit up.

"But I have to see what this sword is like first."

The mature middle-aged woman said.

The Old Daoist did not hesitate and immediately reached out to draw the sword.

As it turned out, his arm was too short; he only pulled out a third of it and couldn't draw it further. Moreover, the blade was rusty... "Ouch!"

The Old Daoist tried several times but still couldn't pull it out. He grew completely anxious, stood up, bent his body, and tried to draw the sword again.

"Wang Fujian..."

Seeing this scene, Xie Weilou found it quite amusing.

Bang!

A moment later, the Old Daoist fell to the ground, his hand still on his back, pulling hard at the sword, but the long sword still wouldn't come out.

The transcendent air he had just now was gone, replaced by an indescribable mess.

"I'm old... my bones are rusty, and the sword is rusty too..."

The Old Daoist said with deep regret.

The mature middle-aged woman said speechlessly, "Daoist Master, I think you shouldn't be looking for girls right now, but rather a doctor. This rusty sword of yours is useless; even if you pull it out, it's meaningless."

The Old Daoist climbed up, patted his Daoist robe, and gave a sheepish smile. "Seven copper coins, bring a cup of tea!"

"Tch!"

The women around them rolled their eyes.

Xie Weilou smiled at the mature middle-aged woman. "Prepare a table of good food, a jar of fine wine, and four beautiful girls. Today, I want to treat this Daoist Master to a good drink."

The mature middle-aged woman sized up Xie Weilou, and her eyes lit up. This Young Master had an elegant appearance and an extraordinary temperament; he certainly didn't lack money. She asked curiously, "May I ask for the Young Master's honorable name?"

Xie Weilou said calmly, "This Young Master is Xie Changan, an elegant schoolteacher. Do as I've arranged, and money won't be an issue."

"Alright."

The mature middle-aged woman's smile deepened, and she hurried to comply.

Xie Weilou sat down next to the Old Daoist and looked at him. "Daoist Master, this meal is on me."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the Old Daoist's face. He didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly. "You're not bad, kid. It seems you have some discernment. Have you discovered this Old Daoist's extraordinary nature?"

Xie Weilou smiled faintly. "The Daoist Master is unfathomable, naturally extraordinary! However, for an otherworldly expert like yourself to enjoy playing the pig to eat the tiger is a bit beneath your status!"

The Old Daoist glared at Xie Weilou. "What? You say playing the pig to eat the tiger is beneath my status? Do you know what the meaning of living in this world is?"

"I would like to hear the details!"

Xie Weilou said.

The Old Daoist straightened his clothes and said with a proud expression, "Naturally, it's swindling, burning, killing, looting, playing the pig to eat the tiger, and face-slapping while acting cool. This poor Daoist loves acting cool the most!"

A look of nostalgia appeared in his eyes. "When this poor Daoist was young, I was invincible throughout the Eastern Wasteland. I had to show off whenever I met someone. Now that I'm older, I've restrained myself somewhat, but if I don't show off for a day, I still feel uncomfortable all over! Do you know why I intentionally pretended I couldn't draw my sword just now?"

"Your arms were too short! The sword is rusty and got stuck!"

Xie Weilou waved his folding fan.

"Hmph! This poor Daoist wasn't drawing a sword just now; I was drawing the years, the passing past. Being unable to draw it means that time is ruthless and the past cannot be pursued."

The Old Daoist's expression was calm; where was the disheveled look from before?

"Cough, cough!"

Xie Weilou gave a light cough and cupped his hands. "The Daoist Master's insights are profound. This Xie admires you. May I know the Daoist Master's honorable name?"

The Old Daoist stroked his beard and said proudly, "Ninth of the Eastern Wasteland, Wang the Celestial Being is the name!"

"Ninth of the Eastern Wasteland? That's a coincidence. I happen to know someone who claims to be the ninth under heaven."

Xie Weilou sized up the Old Daoist.

"Oh? Besides this Old Daoist, who dares to claim to be the ninth? Tell me, and this old man will go shave them down."

The Old Daoist raised an eyebrow. If he claimed to be the ninth, who else would dare to?

Xie Weilou smiled and said, "She said she is the ninth under heaven, named Liu Xiahui!"

"Liu... Liu Xiahui..."

The Old Daoist's expression froze.

He stared at Xie Weilou and asked with a deep gaze, "What is your background, kid? How do you know that person? To tell you the truth, this Old Daoist descended the mountain this time specifically to seek out that ninth under heaven for a spar."

Xie Weilou said, "I told you just now, my name is Xie Changan!"

"..."

The Old Daoist suddenly reached out toward Xie Weilou, grabbing his wrist with such speed that Xie Weilou found it hard to avoid.

Just as the Old Daoist caught Xie Weilou, the Heavenly Book quietly emitted a force, masking Xie Weilou's cultivation and even scrambling his meridians.

"Eh? A piece of trash in the Xuanhuang Realm? Your pulse is weak, and there's even a hint of kidney deficiency..."

After checking Xie Weilou's condition, the Old Daoist let go, a strange look in his eyes.

He thought the kid was something special, but he turned out to be trash.

For such a piece of trash to actually know the ninth under heaven was indeed peculiar.

Xie Weilou toyed with his folding fan and sighed. "Senior is mysterious and an expert living in seclusion. Why don't you teach me some Heaven-Defying life-changing techniques?"

"Oh! Why hasn't the wine arrived yet?"

The Old Daoist immediately changed the subject.

"Old geezer, quite cunning!" Xie Weilou thought to himself.