The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the stars shone brightly. The Milky Way was like a floating silk, flowing in the boundless night sky like a soft and smooth spring.

Xie Heng was shocked by his own thoughts. His first reaction was, "How is this possible?" But as the night deepened, he began to toss and turn restlessly.

The stuffy air lingered in his heart with a strange throbbing feeling. The remote town was quiet at night, and the slightly rapid heartbeat became more and more obvious. "Thump, thump, thump." It continued to echo in his ears like a haunting soul.

He sat in the yard to enjoy the cold wind. At first, he subconsciously circled around the yard wall, but later, he was dissatisfied with his cramped state. His slender palm gently supported himself on the fence, and his toes stepped on the uneven stone wall. His whole body was like a nimble swallow as he flew up to the roof.

The wind on the roof was indeed stronger. The chilly spring breeze blew in his face, and the bright stars sprinkled down. After sitting quietly for a while, Xie Heng's mood gradually calmed down.

"Big Brother Xie!"

Xu Waner's sleepy call faintly came from inside the house. Then the window was pushed open. The girl rubbed the corner of her eyes and yawned. She looked up at Xie Heng on the eaves and shouted, "Big Brother Xie, go to bed early. There's still a review tomorrow!"

Hsieh Heng-gang was about to reply with a "Okay."

Suddenly, a sense of dizziness came over him. It was like a rapid wave that swept over his body inch by inch, dragging him into a strange world of double images.

Xie Heng's body swayed slightly. He hurriedly sat cross-legged on the roof, his palms grasping the eaves.

This time, the double image was stable and pure. It was a black dome with faint traces of exquisite carvings.

Xie Heng was puzzled. Suddenly, he heard a familiar male voice.

"How long will it take for Youer's body to be transformed into a Seven Apertures Master?"

The voice was thick and low, but it was like Huang Zhong's destruction or the thunder of a cauldron. When Xie Heng heard it, his pupils shrank and he clenched his teeth.

It was Xie Yushen, his good father!

Then came the sweet voice of a woman. She sounded slightly flustered, and her tone was also flustered. Xie Heng held his breath and focused. He vaguely heard the words "lower your voice".

He was also extremely familiar with that voice.

She was his good concubine, Xie Ziyou's birth mother, Wang Yun!

"Kacha!" A tile on the eaves was crushed by Xie Heng's anger. The gravel rolled down and bounced off the corner of the eaves before falling down.

Xie Heng closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

The scene from a few days ago appeared in front of his eyes again. It was the darkest day of Xie Heng's life. He had been poisoned and had no strength in his limbs. He could only watch helplessly as his usually gentle concubine laughed heartily and stabbed the tip of the knife into his chest. The heart-wrenching pain caused his nerves and arteries to tremble and spasm.

His vision was blurred by blood. His father, Xie Yushen, was standing nearby with his hands clasped behind his back, watching coldly from the sidelines.

The voice in his ears continued. The male voice said impatiently, "Didn't you already send him away?

Don't worry. I've set up a barrier. Even if Youer returns midway, he will only be stopped outside. "

Wang Yun laughed softly. With Xie Yushen's guarantee, her voice also brightened. She said frankly, "According to the normal speed, Youer has just obtained the Sword Bone and needs at least five years to open the seventh aperture.

However, as long as Master sets up a Spirit Refinement Array in his bedroom and nourishes it with spiritual herbs, it won't be a problem to shorten the time by two to three years. "

Xie Heng's heart trembled.

Seven apertures?

On the eaves, the youth covered his ears tightly. He frowned and fell into deep thought.

There were nine major apertures in the human body, known as the Nine Exquisite Apertures. People who had opened the apertures could usually condense spiritual energy faster and have a better affinity with the essence of heaven and earth. The attribute of their spiritual energy was also more gentle and easier to control.

However, opening the apertures was not the same thing as cultivating talent. For example, Xie Heng's sword energy was fierce and fierce. He only had three apertures opened in his body, but this did not prevent him from having amazing comprehension and making great achievements in the path of cultivation.

People who had opened more than seven apertures often had another easier to understand name — Human Cauldron.

The attribute of the spiritual energy they condensed quickly was gentle, and it was easier for others to rob them. Raising a Human Cauldron with more than seven apertures could help a cultivator save nearly 30% of their time in bitter cultivation.

However, it was easy to see six apertures, but difficult to see seven apertures. There was a huge gap between six apertures and seven apertures. After all, opening the apertures depended on one's innate talent. People who were born with six apertures opened were about one in ten thousand, but those with seven apertures opened were one in a hundred million. Although it was not as precious as Xie Heng's innate Sword Bone, it was not far off.

Xie Yushen and Wang Yun actually wanted to risk universal condemnation and transform people into seven apertures?

How was this possible?!

As if he could hear Xie Heng's doubts, Xie Yushen smiled in relief. "Two to three years?

Good, that's good. You's aptitude is not bad.

It's all thanks to … that little bastard's Sword Bone. "

Under the starry sky, on the roof, Xie Heng was suddenly stunned.

It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head. The chill climbed up his back like vines from his ankles and seeped into his limbs and bones.

In the whistling cold wind, Xie Heng could not help but shiver. He thought to himself, 'Is it my Sword Bone?

That's right. Xie Yushen was a guy who had been stuck at seventh-grade for more than ten years. How could he and Wang Yun, a woman, have the ability to open other people's apertures? '

Sword Bone Sword Bone naturally contained the sharpness of heaven and earth.

They stuffed this bone to Xie Ziyou, who originally had six apertures opened, because their tender care was fake. They were secretly refining their own son into a Human Cauldron!

But how could it be?

Xie Heng's mind was in a mess. He trembled with fear as he thought, 'It's fine if Wang doesn't like me, but Xie Ziyou is Wang Yun's son!'

Hundreds of miles away, in a dark bedroom, a well-dressed woman bent over and carefully buried the spirit stones that formed the formation into the corner of the room. She raised her head slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled into a sweet smile.

"You is a good child," she said softly. "It's this child's honor to be able to help his father reach the peak of martial arts."

Xie Yushen was obviously very relieved. He put his arm around Wang Yun's bare shoulder and pinched Yingbai's shoulder a few times with his rough fingertips. He laughed softly and said, "Don't worry. If I break through, I will not treat you unfairly."

"It's just a child. If you like, there will be many more in the future."

"The people in this residence have been calling you Second Concubine for a long time. They have really treated you unfairly.

I will pass down the order. From today onwards, you will be the rightful mistress of Chea Prefecture. "

Wang Yun was overjoyed.

She was overjoyed. Her slender hand climbed onto Xie Yushen's shoulder. She tiptoed slightly and offered her dark red little lips.

After a passionate kiss, Wang Yun nestled in Xie Yushen's arms. Her chest rose and fell violently.

"This concubine likes You 'er," she said softly, "but this concubine likes Master more.

Everything I have belongs to Master. If Master wants a child, I will give birth. I will give birth to another six orifices child. That sword bone … can also be taken out again … "

The conversation behind them gradually became indistinct. It was mixed with intimate gasps and passionate kisses.

Xie Yushen removed the spiritual seal, picked up Wang Yun, whose cheeks were bright red, and turned to leave.

Without the environment of spiritual power, a white and clear spirit bone on the roof beam quietly dimmed, restraining its flowing light.

Xie Yushen's consciousness was also cut off. The youth sat on the roof in a daze. The cold wind was like a small knife blowing past his cheeks. The distant mountains covered the pitch-black shadows.

Under the curtain of night, the small town was deathly quiet. Not far away, two orange lights were faintly lit. However, under the boundless night, this glimmer was too dim. Instead, it was like a flame trembling in the cold wind. It was weak and almost extinguished.

Xie Yushen couldn't tell what he was feeling at this moment. The images in his mind were mixed. One moment, it was a blood-drenched hall with sticky ink-like blood flowing through the cracks of the white marble. The next moment, it was rippling water and gentle candlelight. The youth's slender ankles were delicate and small. His skin was slightly red from the heat.

It turned out that Xie Ziyou was also a victim.

It turned out that he didn't want to steal his sword bone. It was this adulterous couple who cold-bloodedly and heartlessly sacrificed their two sons for their own interests.

He had already come to his senses. Although he was in severe pain, at least he was able to keep his life.

However, Xie Ziyou was still in the dark. In another two or three years, he might be imprisoned by Xie Yushen as a furnace and be deprived of his cultivation …

No, no!

He had to save him. He had to see the true colors of this adulterous couple. Because, because …

Xie Yushen's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Because of what?

The question echoed in his mind. The youth was suddenly stunned.

After a moment, a horrifying thought suddenly emerged in his mind. The extremely impactful words stung Xie Yushen's eyes. Xie Yushen's breathing quickened. A red flush spread from his neck to his cheeks.

The rippling light in front of his eyes overlapped with the sun, moon, and stars in the sky. For a moment, his heart was anxious and he didn't know what to do.

… …

Because of this unexpected eavesdropping, the moon was in the middle of the sky and the night was deep. Xie Yushen's mind was still heavy and he couldn't sleep peacefully.

Xie Yushen desperately told himself that there would be an audit tomorrow. He forced himself to fall asleep.

But when he closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber — —

In front of him, red silk was hung high and the candlelight was continuous.

The bright halo fell on the endless light red gauze curtain. The red light spread out and fell on the exquisite screen made of colorful glass.

In the center of the screen was a painting of a blooming peony. It was graceful and beautiful, and the flowers were like brocade. The petals spread out layer by layer, half covering and half spitting out a small stamen. The stamen trembled as it poked its head out. It was delicate and lovely, causing one to feel tender affection for it.

But looking at everything, the most eye-catching thing was still the youth in the center of the curtain. His hands were tied behind his back with red silk. His entire body was stained with lust.

His black hair was like sandalwood. It flowed like an inky stream on the bed made of red silk. It was softer than the best silk. The youth's skin was as delicate and white as porcelain. It was so white that it was eye-catching. It made people … want to hold it in their palms and admire it carefully.

At the same time this thought flashed through their minds, a tall and slender man leaned forward and held the youth in his palms.

Their lips and teeth intertwined. The red light reflected, and the jade-like skin was gradually dyed a beautiful light red.

Suppressed cries could be faintly heard, mixed with light gasps of either comfort or pain. The youth's beautiful peach blossom eyes were tightly shut. His fingertips clutched the red silk tightly. His feathered eyelashes were stained with sparkling and translucent water droplets, which the man licked away bit by bit.

He bit the youth's Yingbai ear and laughed softly. His voice was slightly hoarse, "The Seven Apertures Body … is indeed worthy of its reputation."

That voice was very familiar to Xie Yushen.

Xie Yushen's heart trembled.

He suddenly got up. The dream also spun in an instant. In the shaking light and shadow, the youth caught a glimpse of the man's face. It was not Xie Yushen, but …

He himself.