My disciples are all villains.

Lu Zhou knew the wine gourd was not an ordinary item so he was not surprised.

However, the others, especially Pan Zhong and the younger generation, widened their eyes and clicked their tongues in wonder.

Before this, Pan Litian had lost his cultivation base and could not utilize his Primal Qi. Now that he could use his Wine Gourd Bottle, he seemed much more invigorated.

"A treasure from the Black Forest?" Hua Wudao exclaimed in shock.

"I was lucky."

Lu Zhou and Leng Luo had heard Pan Litian speak about this previously. They knew the extremely peculiar wine gourd that came from the Black Forest. It was burned by a great fire, and what remained of it was forged into this unique weapon. Its grade was no lower than a heaven-grade weapon.

As everyone knew, there were ordinary weapons that were used by the mortals. Their materials were crude and of low quality. Then, there were the four grades; yellow, mystic, earth, and heaven. From the earth-grade onward, the weapon would be able to form a bond with its user. When the bond was at its peak, the weapon's full potential would be unleashed.

At heaven-grade, the weapon's characteristics would be activated as well. Naturally, a weapon had to be used by a suitable user. For instance, giving sabers and swords to Hua Wudao was a waste. He was skilled in defense, sabers and swords would do nothing to help him. Another example was Hua Yuexing who was skilled in archery. Any other weapons apart from a bow and arrow would not be suitable for her.

For those who were skilled in sound techniques, there were weapons in the form of string or wind instruments. However, these cultivation methods were usually too difficult to master, and few would try to cultivate them.

However, regardless of the weapon, they were the fruits after years and years of labor and research. It was now easier to determine their place and uses.

Saying that, the Wine Gourd Bottle's use was not obvious. Indeed, it was rare to see someone use a wine gourd as a weapon.

Leng Luo asked bluntly, "Old Pan, what's the use of your gourd?"

Pan Litian opened his hand, and the wine gourd flew back into his hand. "There are many uses. I can smash someone's head with it, use it as a pillow, refresh me, or make me drunk." He looked extremely pleased with himself. "Don't give me that look. I'm telling the truth."

Leng Luo's thoughts were written on his face. 'Who'd believe you? You're a crazy old man!'

Pan Zhong who had admired the display cried out, "Old Pan! Not bad! I wish to have such a weapon myself someday."

"You want it?"

"Nobody would reject a heaven-grade weapon. It's one of my wildest dreams. Alas, heaven-grade weapons are too rare," Pan Zhong said.

"What do you say to having this as a present once you're in the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm?" Pan Litian asked with a smile.

"Huh?" Although the two of them were close they were not at the stage where they would give each other such a rare weapon.

Even a cultivator who entered the Mystic Enlightening realm knew how important heaven-grade weapons were.

Yet, Pan Litian said, "You'd need a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm cultivation base, at least, to wield a heaven-grade weapon. Remember to work hard."

"Don't make fun of me, Old Pan… I'm not taking your weapon," Pan Zhong said.

The duo's relationship was clearly different from the others. The old men could tell that much, but they remained quiet.

At this moment, Hua Wudao could no longer endure it. Against his judgment, he bowed at Lu Zhou and said, "Please enlighten me, Pavilion Master. How did you manifest the tenth script of the Six Compatible Seal?"

'Tell the truth.'

Lu Zhou stroked his beard. So long as he was not required to make any demonstrations, he would go along with the request. Coincidentally, he had gained some insight from the demonstration. "Daoist methods are based on nature and originate from the heavens and earth. In that case, it should be returned to nature."

"Uh…" Hua Wudao was completely bewildered by Lu Zhou's vague words.

Lu Zhou thought he had explained it quite clearly. He asked, "Do you understand?"

Hua Wudao blushed. He was a genius cultivator of the Yun Sect, after all. If he said that he did not understand, it would be too embarrassing. In the end, he nodded and stammered, "I… I think so."

"You'll certainly gain a lot from this if you reflect upon it enough." Lu Zhou placed his hands on his back and walked toward the Evil Sky Pavilion. He did not expect that the philosophy from his past life could be used in this manner. All he said was some general stuff that could be applied to practically any occasion. 'It's good that he didn't understand it. This way he'll think it's awesome and profound.'

Moreover, he did not gain any merit points from giving these instructions. This told him that it was useless for him to instruct people that were not his disciples. They were a bunch of old men. They had neither future nor hope. It would be better for him to focus his energy on his troublesome disciples.

"Save journey, Pavilion Master."

The others bowed. They watched Lu Zhou leave.

...

Lu Zhou returned to the east pavilion.

He thought about the techniques he currently possessed.

The first Heavenly Writing power was the Power of Speech. It was a sound technique.

The second Heavenly Writing power was the Power of Muting. It was an offensive technique where the blue lotus bloomed.

The third Heavenly Writing power was the Power of Past Lives. It must be a replicating technique that enabled him to replicate techniques from others.

In addition, meditating on the Heavenly Writing scroll could suppress witchcraft spells, Brahman sound techniques, illusory effects.

He was certain that these Heavenly Writing powers were connected to the Open Heavenly Writing scroll. Since there was a third technique, there would, naturally, be a fourth technique.

In that case, where was the fourth Open Heavenly Writing scroll?

When Lu Zhou thought about this, he walked up to the table and looked at the old parchment drawing. The Mausoleum of Swords was clearly shown. "As expected, this shows the locations of the Open Heavenly Writing scrolls."

Lu Zhou scrutinized the picture again. Apart from the Divine Capital and the Mausoleum of Swords, the other parts of the picture were blurry. He could only wait for the fourth Open Heavenly Writing scroll.

With the parchment drawing, he would not have to worry about not being able to find the next Open Heavenly Writing scroll.

With this thought in mind, he no longer studied the ancient picture. He went behind the screen and sat cross-legged before he began to meditate on the contents of the Heavenly Writing.

…

Meanwhile, in the secluded hut.

Si Wuya suddenly coughed violently. However, there was no blood!

He parted his clothes, revealing his toned torso. The color of the Binding Mantra was fading, however, there did not seem to be any improvement in his cultivation base.

"Is this really a Daoist mantra?"

Si Wuya stood up. He felt much better now. He had a feeling this mantra would continually keep his cultivation base restricted…

Ye Zhixing appeared nearby. When he saw Si Wuya's expression, he hastily said, "Sect master?"

"I'm alright… Report," Si Wuya said with a wave of his hand.

"Our sources near Golden Court Mountain have reported back. The mountain's barrier is gone," Ye Zhixing said.

When Si Wuya heard this, he frowned in confusion. "What happened to the Evil Sky Pavilion…"

"Sect master, the old senior had just returned from the Mausoleum of Swords… I've sent some men to the Mausoleum of Swords, and they found that the Demon Sword had been taken away," Ye Zhixing paused before continuing, "The Demon Sword is now in Jiang Aijian's hands…"

Si Wuya said, "With master's temper, he would never give the Demon Sword away that easily. Looks like the person who's been helping the Evil Sky Pavilion behind the scenes is Jiang Aijian."

"Jiang Aijian is one of the three great Sword Freaks. He's a coward! How could it be him?" Ye Zhixing found this strange. An awkward expression appeared on his face when he finished speaking. His sect master had ordered him to run a background check on Jiang Aijian, and yet, he could not find anything.

Si Wuya shook his head and said, "He's the only person who knows the palace like the back of his hand."

"He?"

"The Third Prince, Liu Chen…"