Chapter 108: The Extreme Water Chapter

"I'm here, it's no big deal!"

Elder Hu pinched his sparse beard, looking like a magistrate's clerk, and said, "You all know that the Jianjing Hall oversees all jade slips, scriptures, the disciples' lineages, and various major events…"

Nan Gong Lilu yawned, "If you have any nonsense, spit it out. I can't stand you, old Tiger. All these years you drag your feet, sharing a room half the time with your Dao companion; your companion must be asleep by now, right?"

"Some matters are still very quick!"

Elder Hu smiled and said, "I'm here for two things. First, Heng Xian replaced Liu Yu, ranking eighty‑seven on the third‑generation disciples' Earth List, and his name will be inscribed on the jade tablet of the Earth List!"

"Second, may I ask what ancient bloodline or physique Heng Xian possesses?"

"Bloodline or physique?" Nan Gong Lilu was momentarily stunned.

Elder Hu said, "Since the cataclysm of heaven and earth ten hundred thousand years ago, ancient true spirits descended to the mortal realm, attaching to fetal infants, creating countless physiques and bloodlines."

There are eighteen mainstream ancient physiques and eighteen mainstream bloodlines.

Excellent physiques and bloodlines, such as the ancient True Dragon bloodline, the Sky‑covering White Tiger bloodline, the Candle Nine‑Shade body, the Fusang True Yang body, the Eastern Emperor Sacred body, and so on, are treasured demigods!

The inferior ones, like the Wind‑Chicken physique, Rainbow‑Pig physique, and Giant‑Rat bloodline, are simply disgusting!

Nan Gong Lilu blinked, "I understand all that, but what does my disciple's physique have to do with you?"

Elder Hu coughed, "You probably don't know, but yesterday Heng Xian leapt a rank and challenged three at once, causing a huge stir within the sect!"

Groups of disciples rushed to my Jianjing Hall demanding to inspect Heng Xian's physique!

When I checked, it was all blank!

If it were another peak master or elder, they'd have reported the true transmission details early this morning; you're… completely muddled here!

"I forgot!" Nan Gong Lilu rubbed his nose, looked at the three still‑drunk disciples beside him, and asked, "Heng Xian, what is your physique? I've never asked you."

Elder Hu: "…"

Ma Xiaohua and Ye Baitian also looked at Heng Xian.

Heng Xian hesitated, "…Nine Heavens Ten Earth Invincible PAPA Supreme Overlord Sword Body! Um, is there a reward?"

"What a long body!" the three master‑disciple trio wore bewildered faces.

Elder Hu's cheek twitched, "Such a physique doesn't exist in the world, junior disciple; you must not speak carelessly!"

Heng Xian lost interest, "Ancient Sword Body, then!"

"Ancient…?!" Elder Hu and Nan Gong Lilu were both startled.

Heng Xian hesitated, "What's the problem?"

Elder Hu wiped cold sweat, "Junior disciple, you must understand, this physique or bloodline is formed by the lingering spirits and blood‑line blessings of ancestors after they transcended, and timing is crucial!"

First came the Ancient, then the Primordial, the Wild Ancient, and the Pre‑Ancient; they are far beyond us. Cultivators of that era were probably gods—we've never encountered them; don't speak nonsense!

Heng Xian thought, okay, my Pre‑Ancient Sword Saint True Body has decent value; after a moment, he said, "Then it's the Ancient Overlord Sword Body!"

"Alright!" Elder Hu earnestly noted it, bowed, and turned to leave.

Nan Gong Lilu yawned, "I'm going back to sit in meditation; you can do whatever you want."

"We'll also return to our rooms." Ma Xiaohua and Ye Baitian stretched lazily and went back.

Heng Xian walked into the courtyard, basked in the sun, and was about to turn when a figure hurried over—it was the Outer Gate steward Xing Guang.

"Senior Brother Heng!" Xing Guang bowed respectfully.

Heng Xian nodded, "Anything?"

Xing Guang said, "Someone at the Collection Hall sent you a letter!"

Heng Xian was startled, "A letter?"

In the cultivation world there are many ways to communicate: low‑rank cultivators use jade slips like a 'BB machine', while transmissions above the Nascent Soul stage can convey many meanings.

But letter correspondence remains the most direct and straightforward!

Only, who sent the letter to me?

Xing Guang smiled, "I just met a junior brother at the Mountain Gate's Collection Hall; they said it was your letter and asked you to go verify it. I didn't ask for details."

Heng Xian waved his hand, "I'll go take a look."

The two rushed toward the outermost Tongfeng Ridge of the Outer Gate's Wan Chao Peak.

When they arrived, they weaved through dense buildings for a long while before reaching the Collection Hall beside the Mountain Gate.

Just at the doorway, they saw the steward's true‑transmission disciple raging, "Do you think you're just eating dry rice? Months of letters and messages have been thrown into chaos! If the superiors blame you, I will take your lives."

"Brother Yang, calm down!" Two rows of Outer Gate disciples knelt below, trembling all over.

Xing Guang, seeing this, shrank his neck and stepped aside.

Heng Xian deliberately coughed.

"Coughing up crap, don't you want to live?"

The steward's true‑transmission disciple was a man in his thirties, with a small beard, looking like a merchant. He roared at the sound, but when he recognized Heng Xian, his expression changed to a grin: "Yo! Isn't this junior brother Heng? What wind blew you here? Come in, I'll quickly prepare wine and dishes to treat you!"

Heng Xian wasn't surprised the man knew him; after a few recent displays, many must have recognized him. He smiled, "No need, brother; I'll take the letter and leave!"

"Letter?" The steward's true‑transmission disciple immediately stepped aside, produced three letters, and approached awkwardly: "All yours, they've been arriving for months, these kids messed them up, just tidied them!"

"Not a big problem, thanks!"

Heng Xian's curiosity was about to explode; he took the letters, signed and stamped them, greeted Xing Guang again, and headed straight for Ku Liu Peak.

Back in his room, he locked the door, washed his hands, and heavily lifted the first envelope, which bore the inscription "Heng Xian personally opens".

Alright, it's his father's handwriting.

Opening the letter, he saw the words:

"It's been several months since we last met, with no word; we are deeply worried and miss you…"

The writing is average, rambling, covering every trivial detail, saying a lot.

For example, because of Heng Xian's presence, the Heng family sees rising waters and high ships; several nearby towns practically have to give them face.

Aunt Heng Yue Ruo followed her uncle back to the Wang family, and life is good.

Heng Ru settled the marriage, and Heng Yin also settled the marriage alliance with the Xu family of Heishui City.

Heng Ying'er is doing fairly well in the Spirit Sword Sect, and it is said he has already broken through Condensing Qi.

The most important thing is that Old Dad Heng De's pawnshop and bank have already opened in three cities; they are yielding little now, but the future looks promising.

After reading the letter, Heng Xian let out a long sigh, his heart full of countless emotions.

Unconsciously, I have completely blended into this world!

He carefully put away the envelope and opened the second one.

"Sir Xian, you're doing well, actually got into the Tianyuan Sect, but your Tianyuan Sect is not as good as my Lingtai Mountain; who could have thought of this…"

It turned out this letter was written by Sun Bufan, very blunt and casual, mostly bragging.

It says he became a monk, was "opened the spiritual orifice" by nine senior monks, entered the post‑natal stage in three days, the pre‑natal stage in two months, Condensing Qi in eight months, and now is a monk at the Qi Hai Realm.

After reading, Heng Xian shook his head; from the wording it's easy to guess that this grandson is a Buddhist‑Taoist prodigy, truly a damn hard‑to‑predict Fate Opportunity, who can I reason with?

Is the Sun family now floating? They haven't produced a cultivator, but a monk of the Qi Hai Realm!

The third letter, surprisingly, was written by Ji Yaoyue.

"Young master, it's been over a year since we last part, no word from you, until now…"

Her handwriting is very delicate and beautiful, her prose is also good, her word choice and sentences are careful, yet her meaning is clear.

First, she states her position: although arranging a marriage like this is not ideal, the daughters of the Great Zhou imperial clan have been doing this for centuries, sorry.

Then, she swears that in this life she will arrange only one marriage, to only one person; if she breaks the oath, heaven will punish and earth will destroy.

Finally, I miss you very much.

Heng Xian rubbed his nose and spoke his thoughts; he has almost forgotten what Ji Yaoyue looks like.

Regarding this fiancée, it's truly an awkward situation!

But having such a beautiful girl say she misses me—if I were to say I don't care at all, that would be pure pretentiousness.

He read the three letters from the beginning several times again, and began to grind ink and write a reply.

…

Outer Gate, some room inside.

The windows are shut, the light is dim, a faint musty smell lingers in the air, a gaunt, skeletal figure lies in the corner, laboriously reaching out toward the air:

"Blue‑clad… the fairy is here; you petty scoundrel Heng Xian, retreat three houses, hmph, you beg me… I will not forgive you…"

(End of chapter)