Lan Wangji said, “I’d like to hear the details.”

As soon as he sat there, these polite words were as powerful as a threat, and Nie Huaisang began to explain reluctantly.

He said, "Hanguang-Jun, you know that our Nie family is different from other immortal families. Because the ancestor who founded our family was a butcher. Other families practice sword arts, but we practice the way of the sword."

This is well known and is not a secret. The Qinghe Nie family's family crest is a hideous, dog-like, pig-like animal head. Nie Huaisang continued, "Because the way of cultivation is different from other families, and the ancestor who founded the family was a butcher, it is inevitable that there will be bloodshed. The swords of our family heads of all generations have extremely strong evil and murderous aura. Almost every family head has gone astray and died violently. Their violent tempers are also closely related to this."

For example, Nie Huaisang's eldest brother Nie Mingjue. This young immortal leader is a sworn brother with Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao. Chifeng Zun is swift and resolute, with dignity; Zewu Jun is gentle as jade, with noble character; Lianfang Zun is versatile, cunning and sharp. The three of them became sworn brothers during the Sun Shooting Campaign, and each of them has a good story to spread. Later, they were collectively called the Three Lords by the various families. But when Nie Mingjue was at the height of his fame, he went crazy and died of violent bloodshed at an important event. Many of the participants that day were also injured by him when he went crazy. A lifetime of fame, ended up like this. Nie Huaisang must have thought of his eldest brother, his expression was depressed, and he said: "When these family heads were alive, the restlessness of their swords could still be suppressed by their masters. But after the death of the masters, they will become weapons without anyone to control them."

Wei WuXian raised an eyebrow: “This is bordering on the devilish way.”

Nie Huaisang said hurriedly, "It's different! The reason why evil spirits are evil is because they want to kill people. But our sword is not for people, but for those resentful ghosts, evil spirits, monsters and demons. They kill these things all their lives. If they are not killed by these things, they will cause trouble on their own and disturb the family. The sword spirit only recognizes one master and cannot be used by others. We, the descendants, cannot melt the sword. First, it is disrespectful to our ancestors, and second, melting it may not solve the problem."

Wei WuXian commented, “Master.”

Nie Huaisang said, "That's right. The sword that has accompanied our ancestors through hardships and in search of immortals is ours."

He continued, "As the cultivation of the family heads became more advanced from generation to generation, this problem became more serious. Until the sixth generation of the family head of my family came up with a solution."

Wei WuXian asked, “Is it about building a man-eating fortress?”

Nie Huaisang said, "No, no, although there is a connection, I didn't think of this method at the beginning. This is what the sixth-generation patriarch did. He used his father's and grandfather's swords to make two coffins and dug a mausoleum. There were no valuable treasures in the mausoleum, but there were hundreds of corpses that were about to turn into evil corpses."

Lan Wangji frowned slightly, and Nie Huaisang was so scared that he immediately said, "Hanguang-jun, listen to my explanation! These corpses were not killed by our family! We collected them from all over the place with great difficulty! Many of them were bought with a large sum of money. The sixth generation head of the family said that these sword spirits want to fight with the evil spirits, so let the evil spirits let them fight endlessly. These corpses that are about to turn into corpses are buried with the sword coffins, which means that they are used as burial objects for the sword spirits. The sword spirits will suppress the corpses from turning into corpses, and at the same time, these corpses can also alleviate the sword spirits' needs and madness, maintain the status quo, and check and balance each other. It is with this method that we have gained peace for generations of future generations."

Wei WuXian asked, “Then why did they build a stone fort? To bury the bodies in the walls? And you said it ate people?”

Nie Huaisang said: "These questions are actually the same question. It can be considered... it has eaten people. But that was not intentional!!! The sixth generation of our family's patriarch built a knife tomb, which was a very common tomb. The following generations followed his example. But more than 50 years ago, this tomb was dug up by a group of tomb robbers."

Wei WuXian let out an “Oh” and thought to himself, “This is really provoking trouble.”

Nie Huaisang said: "Renovating a tomb is such a big thing that no matter how cautious and low-key you are, the news will leak out. The group of tomb robbers asked around and determined that there was a tomb of the previous dynasty on Xinglu Ridge. They had already chosen this spot and came prepared. Among this group of rabble, there were one or two talented people with real talents and knowledge. They actually helped them to identify the direction, break the maze, and find our family's knife tomb. They dug a hole and entered the tomb. Those who do this business have seen many corpses and are not afraid of the dead inside, but they searched everywhere for gold and jewelry inside, breathing next to the corpses, and they were all young and strong men with yang energy. You must know that the corpses lying inside are all about to turn into corpses!

"You can imagine what will happen. More than a dozen bodies were mutilated on the spot.

"But these tomb robbers were very skilled and daring, and they were well-equipped. They worked together to kill all the zombies. After a fierce battle, with the corpses scattered all over the ground, they realized the danger of this tomb and prepared to evacuate. It was during this time that they were eaten!"

"The number of corpses placed in the tomb is strictly controlled, not too many, not too few, just enough to maintain a balance with the sword spirits. And this group of tomb robbers went in and made a scene. If it had only caused the corpses to regenerate, it would have been fine. After they retreated, the sword spirits would have exerted their strength to suppress the corpse regeneration. But they smashed all the corpses into pieces, and more than ten were missing all of a sudden. In order to maintain a sufficient number of evil corpses and sword spirits to restrain each other, the sword tomb... had to... automatically seal them, trapping them alive in the tomb, and letting this group of people fill the gaps they created themselves..."

"After the Dao Tomb was destroyed, the head of the family at that time began to think of other ways. He chose a new site on Xinglu Ridge and stopped repairing the tomb. Instead, he built a Dao Sacrifice Hall. To prevent tomb robbers from coming again, he hid the body in the wall to hide it from others.

"This sacrificial knife hall is the so-called 'man-eating castle'. That group of tomb robbers came to Qinghe, disguised as hunters, entered Xinglu Ridge and never came out again. No corpses were found, so some people spread rumors that they were eaten by monsters in the ridge. Later, when the stone castle was built and the new maze was not yet set up, someone accidentally passed by and saw it. Fortunately, none of the stone castles had doors, so he couldn't get in. But after going down the mountain, he told everyone he met that there was a strange white castle on the Xinglu Ridge Mountain, and that a man-eating monster must live in it. My family thought it would be better to make the rumor bigger so that no one would dare to approach that area, so we exaggerated it and made up a legend of the 'man-eating castle'. But it really does eat people!"

Nie Huaisang took out a hand towel and a piece of white stone the size of a garlic from his sleeve. He used the hand towel to wipe his sweat, and handed the white stone over, saying, "You two can take a look at this."

Wei WuXian took the white stone and took a closer look. He discovered a bit of white stuff sticking out from the stone powder. It looked like... human finger bones.

He knew it clearly. Nie Huaisang wiped his sweat and said, "That... Young Master Jin... I don't know how he blew a hole in the wall. He was able to blow such a thick wall, so he must have brought a lot of magic weapons with him. No, that's not the point... I mean, the place he blew up happened to be the earliest knife sacrifice hall built by our family in Xinglu Ridge. At that time, we didn't think of putting stone bricks on both sides and using mud in the middle to isolate the yang energy to prevent them from easily turning into corpses. We just poured the corpses into the plaster directly. So Young Master Jin blew a hole, but didn't notice that he actually blew up a skeleton buried in the wall. Not long after he went in, he was sucked into the wall of the stone fortress, replacing the corpse he blew up... I go to Xinglu Ridge regularly to check. When I went there today, I saw this. I just picked up a stone and a dog came to bite me. Alas... The knife sacrifice hall is almost the same as our ancestral tomb. I really..."

Nie Huaisang became more and more sad as he spoke, and said, "Ordinary cultivators, knowing that this is my family's territory, would never hunt at night in the Qinghe area. Who would have known..."

Who knew he was so unlucky? First, Jin Ling, who never followed the rules, set his sights on Xinglu Ridge, and then Lan Wei and the other two came from the direction pointed by the ghost-hunting hand. He said again: "Han Guangjun, and this person... I've told you all not to spread the news. Otherwise..."

Otherwise, the Qinghe Nie family is already half dead, and if this kind of thing is spread again, Nie Huaisang will become a sinner for all eternity, and he will not be able to face his ancestors in the underworld. No wonder he would rather be a laughing stock among the other families than to practice diligently, and he dared not sharpen his sword. If he succeeded in his practice, his temper would become increasingly violent, and he would eventually go crazy and explode like his elder brother and ancestors, and after his death, his sword would haunt the world, causing unrest in the family. It would be better to achieve nothing.

There is no solution. The Nie family has been like this since the first generation of ancestors. Do we want the descendants to deny the path and foundation opened up by the ancestors? The immortal families have their own strengths, just as the Gusu Lan family is good at music, and the fierceness and strong lethality of the Qinghe Nie family's sword spirit are the reasons why it can stand out. If we abandon the teachings of our ancestors, start all over again, and find a new path, I don’t know how many years it will take, and it is not certain that we will succeed. And Nie Huaisang dare not betray the Nie family and change his ways. Therefore, he can only be a pus-filled waste.

If he had not been the head of the family, he would have spent his life like he did in the Cloud Recesses, sailing on the lake, painting fans, fishing and playing with birds. He would have been much more comfortable than he is now. But since his eldest brother has passed away, he can only shoulder the burden of the family and move forward stumblingly.

After Nie Huaisang left with many instructions and requests, Wei Wuxian was stunned for a while, and suddenly found that Lan Wangji came over again, knelt on one knee in front of him, and rolled up his trouser legs seriously. He hurriedly asked, "Wait, again?"

Lan Wangji said, “First, remove the evil curse.”

Hanguang-Jun half-knelt in front of him in this position several times in one day. Although the other party was very serious, he really couldn't bear to see this scene. Wei Wuxian said, "I can do it myself." He rolled up his trouser legs in a few seconds, and saw the evil curse marks all over his calves, crawling over his knees and spreading to his thighs. Wei Wuxian took a look and said casually, "It's at the base of my legs."

Lan Wangji turned his head away and didn't answer. Wei Wuxian asked curiously, "Lan Zhan?"