Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

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The reason this knife possesses such a formidable power is not merely because it was once wielded by heroes to kill Japanese soldiers.

In this day and age, no matter how sharp it is, it is still just a knife made of ordinary iron, an ordinary cold weapon.

It can be broken, it can be corroded, and it can be discarded as scrap metal. It shouldn't have any mystical properties.

But it was a completely different story when it fell into Shen Qingzhou's hands.

It will transform into a true divine object, an invincible weapon of mass destruction.

This is because the knife possesses divine power.

The god mentioned here is not a multitude of gods and Buddhas, but rather the divine soul that was eventually born from the master's constant control and bloody battles.

Everything in the world has a god.

Animals, plants, and even the most ordinary, mundane objects all have them.

Animals, needless to say, are powerful, gentle, fierce, or cute—all are manifestations of their "divine" qualities.

Plants can be stunningly beautiful, vigorous and upright, or possess a natural and profound beauty – this is their "spirit".

Ordinary objects, like plants, can evoke joy, beauty, and stories in you; this is their "spirit."

Artists often say that a work of art "lacks a soul," and what they call a soul is precisely this lack of "spirit."

There's an old saying that things resemble their owners.

When someone uses something for a long time, you'll feel that it carries the owner's shadow in every way. Even the cats and dogs you keep at home will start to resemble their owners over time.

This is a process similar to infection.

The master's "spirit" permeates the creatures and objects that accompany him day and night, giving them a spirit that originates from the same source as the master.

This knife is just like that.

It wasn't that it was inherently extraordinary, but rather that its user was a truly great hero.

His vitality and spirit during his lifetime, his indomitable will to die, all permeated the sword that had fought alongside him, giving it a "divine" quality that shared the same origin as its master.

Its owner sacrificed himself to protect the land of China and its people, so the "god" of this sword became firmly connected with this land and its hundreds of millions of people.

That's why Shen Qingzhou said it was a divine sword, a true national treasure.

As the runes slowly covered the blade and the cloth covering it, the murderous aura that the large broadsword always exuded began to rapidly recede, eventually losing all its sharpness and turning into an ordinary-looking iron sword.

The surging runes seemed to receive a command to subside, and then receded like a tide, returning to their original positions.

The spirit tablets on the altar were once again covered with dense runes, restoring them to their original appearance.

The runes that originally belonged to Shen Qingzhou flowed upstream along his fingertips and eventually disappeared between his eyebrows.

His face returned to normal, and the scene of runes surging everywhere seemed like a fleeting illusion.

The smoke from the incense sticks still rose gently, and the yellow paper in the brazier burned quietly. The air was filled with the faint scent of incense and paper ash, adding a touch of solemnity and sanctity to the quiet room.

Shen Qingzhou slowly got up, walked to the offering table, and gently stroked the cool blade with his fingertips.

This time, he didn't wrap it in oilcloth again, but simply placed it on the altar.

The blade and wrapping cloth, soaked by the rune tide, seemed unchanged, but in Shen Qingzhou's eyes, they were completely different.

The knife has become more restrained, losing the murderous aura that it constantly exudes.

Shen Qingzhou raised his hand and grasped the Soul Nourishing Tablet on his chest. The runes flashed slightly, and the figure of Lin Yunong with curly hair instantly reappeared in front of him.

"Huh, why is there a broken knife here?" she asked curiously, reaching out to touch it.

Shen Qingzhou reacted quickly, grabbing her wrist. "Don't touch it."

Although the spirit of this knife has been contained, it doesn't mean it's gone. If Lin Yunong dares to touch the blade, she will definitely be strangled by the "spirit" contained within it.

"How stingy! This knife is so cheap, you won't even let me touch it?" Lin Yunong pouted and muttered under her breath.

"Are you sure you want to touch it?" Shen Qingzhou raised an eyebrow and lightly touched the blade with his finger.

"Ah~"

Lin Yunong let out a terrified scream and shrank behind Shen Qingzhou in a flash, her whole body trembling.

However, in just a moment, Shen Qingzhou withdrew his hand, and Lin Yunong no longer felt that she was about to be killed.

"Do you still want to touch it now?" Shen Qingzhou asked with a half-smile.

"Was this knife the one that terrified us before?"

Coming to her senses, Lin Yunong clung to Shen Qingzhou's arm, asking with a face full of curiosity.

"A broken sword?" Shen Qingzhou's face darkened, his expression full of displeasure. "This is a divine sword, a national treasure sword."

Lin Yunong didn't refute, but just stared at the rusty broadsword on the offering table with wide eyes, while she couldn't help but mutter to herself: Is this what the national treasure looks like? It looks too shabby.

As Shen Qingzhou was leaving the room and about to go downstairs, he noticed Jiang Xinyue's bag on the coffee table and picked it up without thinking.

When he came downstairs, he saw Jiang Xinyue holding Xiao Qiu's hand, waiting anxiously downstairs.

Seeing him come down, she immediately came to greet him. She didn't say anything, but her eyes seemed to say everything.

Shen Qingzhou handed her the bag and said gently, "It's alright, it's all taken care of."

Xiao Qiu let go of her mother's hand and ran over to grab Lin Yunong's clothes. "Curly-haired sister, Xiao Hei is missing. Will you play with me?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Shen Qingzhou with her big, round eyes.

Shen Qingzhou patted her head and said, "Wu Ying has something to attend to for now, but she'll be back soon."

"oh."

Xiao Qiu responded, but she was still not very happy.

Although Shen Qingzhou said there was no need to buy anything, Jiang Xinyue still picked out two large bags full of snacks at the roadside supermarket.

When we arrived at the entrance of the welfare home, the setting sun was casting its last rays and was slowly sinking towards the horizon.

You can hear the children chattering and playing in the yard from a distance.

Shen Qingzhou stepped forward and knocked on the tin gate of the orphanage.

"Who is it?" came a child's questioning voice from inside, followed by a series of barking sounds, the voice was very soft and sweet, it must have been a puppy.

"It's me," Shen Qingzhou replied loudly.

"It's Brother Xiaozhou!" The children in the yard heard the voice and ran over.

"Brother Xiaozhou, are you here to freeload again?"

"Brother Xiaozhou, I'll go ask Grandma to open the door."

"Brother Xiaozhou, Shen Mingwei is bullying me, please help me beat him up."

"Brother Xiaozhou, Grandma said she's taking us on a trip. When are we going?"

……

The children's chatter filled the courtyard, and Shen Qingzhou couldn't help but smile.

Just then, the courtyard gate was opened from the inside, and it was Aunt Yin Honghui again.

"Xiao Zhou is here." She greeted Shen Qingzhou with a smile, but her gaze couldn't help but fall curiously on Jiang Xinyue beside him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a little mongrel puppy, only a few months old, came running out, wagging its little tail and barking softly at Shen Qingzhou.

"This dog is named Huangdou (Soybean), and Daidai (the dog's nickname) picked it up," Aunt Yin explained with a smile.

"Dumb?" Shen Qingzhou's face showed a hint of surprise.

Before he finished speaking, Daidai rushed out of the yard and scooped the puppy into her arms.

The puppy whimpered twice in her arms and immediately stopped barking.

"I took her out to buy groceries a few days ago and saw her next to the trash can. She liked her so much that I brought her home. Anyway, we usually have a lot of leftovers at home, and local dogs are hardy and easy to raise," Aunt Yin said with a smile.

"Did you take it to get vaccinated?" Shen Qingzhou asked.

"No, it's just raising a dog, why make it so complicated?" Aunt Yin said, somewhat puzzled.

For older people like Aunt Yin, raising a dog is simply about feeding it; there's no need to be picky. As for things like vaccinations, those are simply not a concern.

"It's okay, I'll take it to fight later." Shen Qingzhou didn't explain much, bent down to pick up Daidai, and walked into the yard with a smile, surrounded by a group of children.

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