"The Tenjiku Imperial Divine Blade, forged in the 11th century, was a peerless treasure sword crafted by Japan's three greatest swordsmiths under the Emperor's command. It was made from an extraterrestrial meteorite as its base, supplemented with various rare metals. It's said that the blade of the Tenjiku Imperial Divine Blade is as black as ink, without any luster. When tapped, it sounds like paulownia wood, devoid of metallic resonance. The edge is etched with red patterns, and whenever it encounters blood, these patterns surge, releasing a savage aura."
The old beggar strolled over, hands clasped behind his back. Despite his tattered clothes, he exuded the demeanor of an transcendent master.
He reached out, gripped the hilt, and flicked his finger. A drop of blood landed on the blade. The blood seeped into the blade, as if absorbed, and the red patterns on the edge began to glow. A violent, murderous intent, like that of a wild beast, emanated from it.
"It truly is the Tenjiku Imperial Divine Blade!"
The old beggar murmured to himself, internal energy overflowing from his palm, enveloping the entire blade. He raised his hand and swung it, and a crescent-shaped light blade grazed a wooden stake a few meters away.
Without a sound, the stake broke into two, the cut smooth and flat, like a mirror.
Holy cow!
Luke's eyes widened, completely astonished. He had only known before that the old man could injure people from a distance, but he never expected him to possess an invisible sword qi.
"What a fine blade, truly a fine blade!"
The old beggar caressed the blade, quite reluctant to part with it. He paused, then said,
"Xiao Changlin, how about giving me some face?"
"Get lost!"
The old man was unceremonious, reaching out and snatching the blade back. "This thing is a gift from my grandson to me. Give it to you? Dream on."
The old beggar, rebuffed, stood awkwardly to the side, occasionally sneaking glances. It was clear he really wanted the blade.
Lin Fu stroked his beard, his expression somewhat puzzled.
"I've also heard some stories about the Tenjiku Imperial Divine Blade. It's said that a hundred years ago, it was acquired by Yamaguchi Harukichi, the founder of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and later became the Yamaguchi-gumi's treasured symbol, regarded by successive leaders as a symbol of their destiny. How did you get your hands on it, lad?"
Luke smiled and said, "Grandpa Fu still remembers the Yamaguchi-gumi bloodshed incident at the beginning of the year, right? An unknown female warrior broke into the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters and almost burned the entire mountain down. Afterwards, the Tenjiku Imperial Divine Blade went missing. Those idiots in the Yamaguchi-gumi, for the sake of their gang's reputation, have been suppressing the news, only daring to investigate in private. As for me, I just followed the clues and conveniently intercepted it."
"When I was a kid, Grandpa often told me: among all the gangs in the world, only the Yamaguchi-gumi aren't mama's boys. I suppose you had quite a few run-ins with them when you were young. As your grandson, of course I have to get revenge for you."
"The Yamaguchi-gumi's treasured symbol: the Tenjiku Imperial Divine Blade, Grandpa, do you like this gift?"
"I love it! I love it so much!"
The old man slapped his thigh and burst into laughter. "See that? This is my grandson, my Xiao Changlin's grandson! You two blockheads, who among you has such a grandson?"
Lin Fu grumbled silently, while the old beggar snorted, pretending to be haughty as he looked up at the sky.
"Good grandson, well done. Tonight, I'll use the Yamaguchi-gumi's treasured symbol, the Tenjiku Imperial Divine Blade, to grill chicken drumsticks. You take pictures next to me and send them to that coward Yamaguchi Masao. I'm going to make him spit blood in anger."
The old beggar opened his mouth, then could only sigh. Such a divine weapon actually being used for grilling was truly a waste of a precious treasure.
Luke chimed in, "Chicken drumsticks grilled with the Tenjiku Imperial Divine Blade will definitely have a unique flavor. How about inviting the other old men from the gang over, and we can all grill and eat together?"
"Good idea!"
The old man's eyes lit up, and he immediately ordered, "Second Brother, call those old farts and tell them to come over tonight."
"Alright, I'll go now."
Lin Fu was also a lawless character and didn't consider the consequences of doing so. At worst, a gang war would break out, it wouldn't be the first time anyway.
The old man casually tossed the blade into the box.
"I like all three gifts, Grandpa. What are the last two gifts?"
"I had the servant deliver the fourth gift to your room. When you go back tonight, you'll know if you try it. As for the fifth one, it's quite special; I custom-made it for you personally."
Luke reached out and pressed the old man's leg twice, whispering,
"Ever since that stroke four years ago, you haven't had any sensation in your legs. I know you hate sitting in a wheelchair and don't want to be seen as disabled. As your junior, I feel the same way."
The old man was startled, "You…"
"Grandpa, please sit properly first."
Luke took out a glass bottle from his pocket. As the lid opened, a blue current swirled out, turning into specks of starlight upon contact with the air. Illuminated by the sun, they glittered, shimmering with a dreamlike quality.
"This is a special liquid I found from an alien civilization. It has an extremely strong restorative effect on nerve and muscle tissues. Grandpa, drink it."
The old man hesitated a bit, "Are you sure this stuff is drinkable?"
"Don't worry, it's fine."
The old man said no more, picked up the bottle, and gulped it down.
As the blue liquid touched his flesh, it began to glow. Consequently, the old man's body also began to glow, the blue light seeping through his muscles, painting his skin with an eerie hue.
The old man felt something was wrong and was about to ask when suddenly, needle-like stings came from all over his body. He couldn't help but let out a muffled roar. The pain grew stronger and stronger, churning and twisting, as if his internal organs were shifting.
"Grandpa, bear with it. It'll be over soon."
The old man nodded vigorously, gritting his teeth, fighting the pain with all his might.
Watching him tremble incessantly, Luke also frowned. The blue liquid came from Krypton; it was a miraculous healing medicine that could comprehensively repair damaged tissues inside the body and would not cause harm to normal tissues.
The old man's intense pain indicated that he had more internal injuries than imagined.
It made sense. Gang conflicts in that era were far more brutal than now. Various gangs were constantly clashing, and even within the Hongmen, there were factions. The old man joined the Hongmen at twelve, rising from the lowest-ranking disciple to the position of leader step by step. No one but him knew how many battles he had endured during that time.
The pain lasted for three minutes before it began to subside. The old man, drenched in sweat, clutched his chest and coughed violently, spitting out dark red blood clots onto the ground.
"Grandpa, how are you?"
The old man forced a smile,
"Comfortable, truly comfortable. And these legs." He pinched his thigh. "They've never hurt this much."
Luke immediately breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and chuckled,
"It's good to feel pain. Having sensation means the leg nerves are starting to repair. Rest for a few days, and you'll be able to walk again."
"No rush! No rush!"
The old man waved his hand. He suddenly remembered something and sighed deeply, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Little Luke, thank you, Grandpa, for preparing so many gifts. To be honest, you are much stronger than Grandpa. If Grandpa had even one-tenth of your ability when he was young, your mother wouldn't have left us so early."
Mentioning his deceased daughter, he couldn't help but cry, tears streaming down his aged cheeks, a sight that was difficult to bear.
"Alright, let's not talk about those sad things anymore. Let's talk about you. In two more months, you'll be eighteen. It's time to plan for your future; you can't keep messing around like this."
"And those little… girlfriends, what are you going to do about them?"
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