Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

When Shen Qingzhou returned home, it was already evening.

Seeing him enter alone carrying a long cloth bag, Jiang Xinyue quickly went to greet him, her gaze subconsciously glancing behind him, her tone tinged with anxiety: "Where's Xiao Qiu?"

"Don't worry, it won't get lost. Just wait a moment."

Shen Qingzhou entered the room and went straight to the side bed. He carefully placed the large cleaver in his hand on the altar, arranging it next to the spirit tablet that was already covered with runes.

Jiang Xinyue didn't go inside; she just stood at the doorway, peering out curiously.

She knew how important this room was to Shen Qingzhou.

He didn't even put Lin Yunong's memorial tablet here.

So unless Shen Qingzhou told her to come in and clean, she rarely set foot there on her own initiative.

Seeing Shen Qingzhou solemnly placing the item in her hand on the table, her curiosity was even more intense.

Shen Qingzhou showed no intention of unwrapping the cloth. Instead, she picked up the spirit tablet covered with talismans from the altar, placed it firmly on top of the cloth, and then turned and left the room.

Seeing her standing at the door, peering expectantly, Shen Qingzhou reached out and stroked her cheek, his fingertips touching a smooth, warm surface. He softened his tone and said, "Go out for walks more often. Don't always stay cooped up at home, especially when I'm not here."

"Um."

Jiang Xinyue gently rubbed her palm against his, feeling the burning heat, and her eyes gradually welled up with a misty mist.

"Come with me to the orphanage later. It's been so long since you've been there."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xinyue's eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded hurriedly.

She had always thought that Shen Qingzhou was simply doing good deeds, but later she learned that he had grown up in this orphanage and was now working hard to earn money so that the orphanage could continue to thrive.

For Shen Qingzhou, the people in the welfare home were his family.

That's why Jiang Xinyue was so happy to hear that he was going to take her there.

"So...should I buy something to take with me?"

Jiang Xinyue asked with anticipation, her eyes showing a mix of girlish excitement and trepidation.

"No need, it's your first time, just get familiar with the place first."

Shen Qingzhou withdrew his hand, walked to the center of the living room, and raised his hand to grasp the Soul Nourishing Tablet on his chest.

As the runes in his palm surged, the runes on the Soul Nourishing Tablet also lit up, flickering slightly.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yunong and Xiao Qiu appeared in the living room.

But the next second, one of them pounced on Shen Qingzhou's back, and the other buried her head in his arms.

"Honey, there's something really scary in the house...it's dangerous..."

"Boss, something terrible has happened! Xiao Qiu is going to die and become Xiao Dong..."

The two stared intently at the direction of the person lying on their side, their bodies trembling like leaves.

"Alright, alright, don't be afraid."

Shen Qingzhou quickly raised her hand to comfort the two, feeling somewhat surprised herself.

He had clearly used the spirit tablet to suppress the large sword, but unexpectedly it still caused the two spirits to feel an instinctive fear.

Lin Yunong is alright; as long as he connects with her mind, he can help her overcome the fear that comes from her soul's instincts.

But Xiao Qiu is much more troublesome. He has never been involved with Xiao Qiu's soul and cannot establish a direct spiritual connection with her. In addition, the child is too young, and empty comfort is completely ineffective.

He could only turn to look at Jiang Xinyue, who was standing to the side with a blank expression, and instructed, "Take Xiaoqiu downstairs first. I'll come down as soon as I finish taking care of things at home."

As she spoke, she handed Xiao Qiu, whom she was holding, to Jiang Xinyue.

Jiang Xinyue was stunned for a moment. The system had matched her with a Xianxia novel category. Click to view details. She quickly reached out and took the child. Although she was full of doubts and couldn't understand why Xiao Qiu was so frightened, she didn't ask any more questions. She turned around and left with Xiao Qiu in her arms, forgetting to take her belongings.

"Little Qiu, don't be afraid, Mommy's here."

After descending several flights of stairs, Jiang Xinyue felt the little one in her arms gradually stop trembling, and then she softly asked him a question.

"There's something really scary in the house..." Xiao Qiu hugged her neck tightly, buried her face in the crook of her neck, and whispered.

Seeing Jiang Xinyue carrying Xiao Qiu out the door, Shen Qingzhou patted Lin Yunong's bottom.

"Alright, go back to the Soul Nourishing Tablet and wait until I'm done dealing with this, then I'll call you out."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yunong did not hesitate for a moment. In a flash, she shrank back into the Soul Nourishing Tablet.

Shen Qingzhou then turned around and went back to his side-lying position. He first moved the spirit tablet that was pressing on the shroud and put it back in its original position. Then he slowly unfolded the shroud on the offering table, revealing the rusty large knife inside.

He lit three incense sticks, bowed three times, and placed the incense sticks into the incense burner on the offering table.

The wisps of smoke rose straight into the air, then suddenly curved, as if drawn by a magnet, and surged towards the blade.

The wisps of grayish-white smoke enveloped the entire knife, and the originally rusted blade now exuded a faint, awe-inspiring sacredness.

Shen Qingzhou didn't stop moving. He walked to the prayer mat in front of the offering table, knelt down, picked up the yellow paper next to him, lit it one by one, and put it into the fire basin in front of him.

In fact, this is merely a superficial formality, and it has no effect whatsoever on those souls who have already returned to the underworld or have completely vanished.

But this was Shen Qingzhou's heartfelt respect.

In any era, those who sacrifice themselves to protect their country and its people will always be worthy of respect.

After doing all this, Shen Qingzhou finally raised his hand to cast the spell.

Dark runes surged from between his brows like a spring, covering his entire face in just a few breaths.

Countless runes flew and flashed rapidly across his cheeks, looking extremely terrifying.

They hovered over his face for a moment, as if finding an exit, then spread rapidly down his jaw, across his shoulders, wrapped around his arms, and rushed all the way to his fingertips. They then broke free of their restraints and landed on the ground beneath his feet.

In that instant, countless black runes appeared on the floor, walls, and ceiling of the room, and the entire space was instantly enveloped in a sea of ​​runes.

These tadpole-shaped runes are all different in shape, and each line represents a different meaning.

The moment the runes completely filled the room, the surrounding walls and furniture seemed to disappear, leaving only an endless ocean of runes in the world.

The next second, as if receiving a unified command, these runes all changed direction and rushed towards the large broadsword on the offering table like madmen.

The first thing to become entangled on the blade was the talisman on the spirit tablet placed next to it on the altar.

As runes peeled off and moved from the spirit tablet, the tablet, which was originally covered with patterns, gradually turned into a bare wooden board.

The instant the rune touched the blade, a deafening roar of battle cries, the clashing of weapons, and the mournful howls of the dying erupted from inside the room…

An aura of chilling menace, almost solidified, instantly filled the entire room.

Within a radius of several kilometers, insects and ants fell silent, birds ceased their calls, and pets in every household huddled in corners, trembling uncontrollably.

Even Xiao Qiu, who had already been carried downstairs, clung tightly to Jiang Xinyue's neck again, desperately trying to burrow into her arms, whispering through tears, "How scary, Xiao Qiu turned into Xiao Dong..."