Chapter 335: I

Seeing the purple-gold red gourd in Wu Xian’s hand, Hong Xian’er’s eyes sharply narrowed; even with his acting skills at their peak, he couldn’t help but retreat rapidly, assuming a defensive stance.

Hong Xian’er was no ignorant mountain demon—he had once been Guanyin Bodhisattva’s Good Fortune Boy, and his mother, Princess Iron Fan, had been a disciple of the Supreme Elder; he naturally knew the power of this purple-gold gourd, capable of swallowing enemies and refining them alive within its depths.

Amid his mounting dread, Hong Xian’er instinctively closed his eyes, waiting to be sucked into the gourd.

Yet after several seconds passed, he still stood in place, as if nothing had happened, and cautiously opened his eyes.

He saw Wu Xian across from him, smirking at him, the purple-gold gourd still sealed in his hand—clearly, the earlier words had been a bluff.

Hong Xian’er’s face darkened; he knew his identity might already be exposed, yet he tried to stall, twisting his lips into an innocent, puzzled expression: “Big Brother Monkey, why did you just call out your brother’s name? Has he already arrived here?”

“Heh! Yes, he’s been here all along.”

Wu Xian curled his lips, tossed the purple-gold red gourd in his hand, and tucked it into his earhole, under Hong Xian’er’s wary gaze.

Well, this was actually a technique of the Mind-Container Ring, passed down by the old monkey of Flower-Fruit Mountain—similar to the Daoist art of the Sleeve’s Cosmic Void, where he stored all his treasures, weapons, and pills inside.

“Big Brother Monkey, you mean…?”

Hao Fu Lishi caught the subtext of those words, and recalling “Pingping’s” earlier reaction, finally understood—he immediately stepped back and said grimly: “Miss Pingping… she’s in league with Hong Xian’er?”

Wu Xian rolled his eyes and retorted: “Big Brother Niu, a brain’s a wonderful thing, but you don’t have to force one if you don’t have it.”

“Huh?!”

Hao Fu Lishi was stunned—why had he suddenly been insulted?

“Hehehe—”

At that moment, the previously sweet-voiced Pingping suddenly laughed, her tone dripping with mockery: “He’s right—it’s been this obvious, and you still haven’t guessed my identity… Of course! All you ox demons are stubborn fools!”

As she spoke, a crimson mist instantly engulfed “Pingping’s” body.

Amid twisting light and shadow, the petite, alluring fox-eared girl vanished, replaced by a strange youth with white hair, crimson skin, twin horns on his brow, and a flaming spear in hand.

“Hong Xian’er!!”

Hao Fu Lishi widened his ox eyes, remembering how foolishly he’d defended Hong Xian’er before Wu Xian, and erupted in rage—he raised his flower-axe and swung it toward Hong Xian’er.

“Hmph! Overestimating yourself!”

Hong Xian’er sneered—he might not beat Wu Xian, but what was this stupid ox, to dare challenge him?

His flaming spear shot out instantly, arriving before the axe, striking its weak point and forcing it off course; then the spear’s shaft swept sideways, cracking against his ox head.

Zzzzzz—!!!!

At the last possible instant, a flash of white light hurtled toward Hong Xian’er’s head.

Catching the movement from his peripheral vision, Hong Xian’er’s alarm bells rang—he instantly halted his spear’s swing, crossing it before his chest to block the white light.

CLANG! A terrifying force slammed into him—he was thrown back ten zhang, his feet carving two deep furrows into the ground.

“Damn it!!”

Hong Xian’er gritted his teeth against the searing pain in his arms, gripping his flaming spear and glaring toward the source of the white light—Wu Xian spun the Vajra Ring on his finger, still wearing that infuriating mocking grin.

“Kid, you don’t think I’d just stand here watching, do you? Or did you think revenge meant fighting your enemy one-on-one?”

Wu Xian looked at Hong Xian’er’s defiant face and found it amusing.

“You… what do you know?!”

Hearing the word “revenge,” Hong Xian’er’s eyes darkened—he pointed his spear at Wu Xian, his expression fierce, yet clearly hollow with fear.

“What I know, and what I don’t—you’ve already shown me everything from this guy’s mind.”

Wu Xian stepped on the unconscious Earth Lord of Flame Mountain, his face twisted in disgust, then turned to Hong Xian’er and mocked:

“You’re the prince of the Yaksha clan, aren’t you? At least one thing I said was right—Great Strength King really raised you as someone else’s son for years, and turned you into a thankless beast—just for some unknown root-essence, you’d betray the father who loved you for so long…”

“If I’d known then, our Great Sage should’ve killed you outright—otherwise, none of this mess would’ve happened today.”

“Shut up! You understand nothing!!”

Hong Xian’er’s temple veins bulged.

Again—this feeling. That damn monkey wasn’t just powerful; his mouth was a relentless torrent, making him want to tear the creature limb from limb, leaving no room for calm.

Honestly, he only had a bit of talent—if not for that, his mouth alone would’ve killed him long before he reached Flame Mountain.

“So you dare do it, but not let anyone speak of it?”

Wu Xian sneered, then retracted the Vajra Ring and reached beside his ear—suddenly, a long, pure-white spear appeared in his palm.

He held it level before him, pointing it at Hong Xian’er’s furious face, his demeanor dismissive: “Come on—you want my root-essence? Let’s see if you’ve got the guts to take it.”

This was the weapon Wu Xian received after completing the quest for the Third Prince of Sha Kingdom, Little Prince Zhang—collecting the essence of four Demon Generals. It was called the Chu Bai Spear.

The spear’s quality was modest—only Special Grade, far below the Divine Treasure-level Flying Dragon Staff—but its elegant form and stylish moves earned it high praise among players.

Also, since Hong Xian’er used a flaming spear, Wu Xian wanted to teach him a lesson with spear technique—it was a strange kind of amusement.

“Arrogant!!”

Seeing Wu Xian draw a simple spear to taunt him, Hong Xian’er’s fury surged—he was about to unleash True Three-Fire to teach him a lesson, when suddenly his heart lurched—a dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and the pale spear was already screaming toward him.

So fast!

Hong Xian’er’s instincts flared—he raised his flaming spear reflexively, barely avoiding a skull-piercing strike.

CLANG! The familiar brute force surged through his spear—but this time he was ready; he spun swiftly with the impact and thrust back with a Reverse Horse Spear.

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG—!!!!

The crimson spear tip danced like a spirit, blossoming into flickering fire lotuses under Hong Xian’er’s masterful control, relentlessly clinging to Wu Xian’s form.

Yet Hong Xian’er’s flaming spear was fast—Wu Xian’s Chu Bai Spear was faster, always arriving first.

No matter the angle, rhythm, or feint Hong Xian’er used, Wu Xian always interrupted his attack the instant it began.

It felt like his strength was forced back before it even left his body—so suffocating he nearly spat blood.

(End of Chapter)