Chapter 109: Do You Understand?

"Whether you forgive me or not no longer matters," a faint voice came from outside.

"No, don't come over."

The gaunt figure startled, scrambled backward, and into the light was Ye Qingyi of the Ye Family.

When she was first taken to the Tianyuan Sect, because of her aptitude she was placed in the outer gate; the outer gate was originally decent—if one worked hard one could live comfortably—but unfortunately there was Su Wan'er, a former courtesan, who pressed on step by step, scarier than a devil.

"Are you very afraid of me?"

With the spoken words, two people entered: the sweet‑smiling Su Wan'er and a plump young man with a bulging belly.

Ye Qingyi stepped back again, her face desperate as she looked at the plump man: "Senior Brother Li, you— you promised Ye Xiaoyao and Xiao Qiyun you wouldn't hand me over!"

The plump youth looked embarrassed, gritted his teeth and bowed to Su Wan'er: "Junior Sister Su, you must speak kindly for me in front of Senior Brother Heng!"

Su Wan'er smiled faintly: "You can rest assured! My family's young master is now ranked 87th on the Earth List; within ten years he can enter the Heaven List, and then your benefits will naturally follow!"

The plump youth nodded, turned, and left.

Inside the room only Su Wan'er and Ye Qingyi remained.

Su Wan'er chuckled: "You really know how to hide. It's been a year; every time I find you, you disappear instantly."

"You also know it's been a year!" Ye Qingyi roared angrily, her face flushing sickly red from overexcitement, "You… have pursued me for a whole year; I've taken poison, my dantian is ruined, now I'm gravely ill, and you still want… what?"

"I want you dead!" Su Wan'er said in a low voice.

Ye Qingyi's body trembled violently: "W-why…"

Su Wan'er coldly replied: "You should ask Ling Feng, whose head you chopped off with a single slash, and the thirteen Heng Family disciples you killed."

Ye Qingyi lost all strength and collapsed to the ground.

Su Wan'er pulled a small vial from her bosom, placed it beside her: "Plain Red Heart‑Killing Pill, painless."

Ye Qingyi, trembling, seized the bottle, remained silent for ten breaths, closed her eyes and swallowed it in one gulp, then smashed the bottle heavily, laughing grimly: "Since I was young, I've loved listening to stories of maidens heroes punishing evil, uplifting virtue, exorcising demons and subduing ghosts.

I called myself the Fairy of the Azure Garb, yearning for that life; I have imagined countless times that my realm would be lofty, that I would find a companion, wield a sword in the cultivation world, but… ever since… that rainy day… in the northern city… I met Heng Xian, everything… changed…"

After speaking, she made no further sound.

Su Wan'er gave a faint glance at her corpse, then turned and left.

Outside, she said to the plump youth: "Junior Sister Ye died of illness."

The plump youth wiped his sweat: "What a pity, I'll bury her myself in a moment."

Su Wan'er nodded, followed the bluestone path toward the distance; at the road's end, Xing Guang and a group hurriedly greeted them: "To prevent Ye Xiaoyao and his companions from desperate retaliation against you,

you should hide at Senior Brother Yang's place outside the sect's Mountain Gate, at the Collection Hall; with Senior Brother Heng's reputation, he will protect you!"

"Fine!"

……

Heng Xian's one‑against‑three incident continues to generate heat.

After all, a weak‑over‑strong, comeback reversal is incredibly inspiring.

With him as a goal, maybe with a bit of effort everyone can achieve it; it's truly motivating.

And Heng Xian's "Ancient Overlord Sword Body" has been thoroughly studied by everyone.

The most authoritative view is that this constitution is naturally favored by the sword's principles, making sword use especially easy to comprehend.

The so‑called unity of man and sword: man is sword, sword is man!

This matter doesn't affect Ku Liufeng himself much.

Master Nangong Liluo drinks and gambles double each day, claiming he'll soon sit in meditation against the sorrowful old man for three years; the loser will be called a grandson, so they must have fun.

Ma Xiaohua and Ye Batie are each busy with their own affairs.

Heng Xian spent over a day writing his three letters.

First, he nagged his father a lot.

Then he chatted nonsense with Sun Bufan about the beauty of 'eighteen p', never tell anyone.

Finally, he earnestly replied to Ji Yaoyue: both of us are still young, no rush; at least we should get to know each other more, like playing a flute or something—no one objects, and it's never too late.

To rashly set a lifelong pact, promises of seas drying and stones crumbling, is too awkward and unrealistic—what if my character is low?

Also, remember to drink more hot water!

Grabbing the three finished letters, he headed straight for the Outer Gate's "Collection Hall".

Along the way, whether ordinary True Transmission disciples, Inner Gate disciples, or Outer Gate disciples, everyone stepped aside with fervent faces.

It made Heng Xian feel a bit uneasy.

When he arrived at the "Collection Hall", it was very quiet; a few Outer Gate disciples were tidying up.

The overseer, True Transmission disciple Senior Brother Yang, lounged with his legs crossed, sipping tea while leisurely sketching a rough landscape painting.

Seeing him enter, several Outer Gate disciples immediately set aside their work, bowed and paid respects.

Senior Brother Yang's eyes lit up, he rose to greet him, took the corridor: "Ah! Junior Brother Heng has arrived; just have the people below fetch the letters, no mishaps, sit quickly, sit quickly!"

Without further ado, he pressed Heng Xian onto the main seat, immediately arranged staff to deliver the letters, then poured a cup of tea himself, lowering his voice: "Taste this, it's Rain-Preceding Maiden Spirit Spring Tea,

I had a group of thirteen‑fourteen‑year‑old female Outer Gate disciples pick the leaves with their mouths and dry them on their chests, *tsk tsk*…"

"Then I must try it," Heng Xian said curiously, taking a sip.

"How is it? How is it?" Senior Brother Yang's eyes gleamed mischievously.

Honestly, the taste is average, nothing special, but I can't resist his overly friendly demeanor!

Heng Xian pretended to be amazed: "Wow! The flavor is mellow and sweet, with a maiden's freshness and a hint of milky taste—marvelous!"

"Ha ha…" Senior Brother Yang laughed triumphantly.

Heng Xian coughed: "Senior Brother Yang's life is so comfortable, I'd never trade it even for a deity!"

Senior Brother Yang's smile froze, and he sighed: "Junior Brother, you don't know the bitterness in my heart."

"What do you mean?" Heng Xian asked.

Yang Shixiong said: "Senior Brother I have been in the sect for twenty-five years, I have been lingering at the Ninth Level of the Qi Hai Realm, and I just can't break through!"

Moreover, I'm okay at making tea and cooking, but I'm not good at fighting; I can't even beat the one ranked 100th on the Earth Ranking.

Heng Xian thought, "This is just a small tea house chef," but he said aloud: "Everyone pursues different things, Senior Brother, your realm is high!"

Yang Shixiong looked at him with a torch-like gaze: "I also want to reach your level! That day I saw you take on three opponents, it was incredibly splendid!"

Your reputation is exploding now! In the hearts of many disciples, you are a peerless genius.

Without exaggeration, as soon as you say you want to find a woman, a crowd of true-transmission female disciples will throw themselves into your arms to become your Dao partner.

Tsk tsk tsk, how do you cultivate? Can you tell me, Senior Brother?

Heng Xian picked his nose, really wanting to say, "I've been a genius since birth," but we're not close enough; after looking him over, he simply pointed at Yang Shixiong's painting:

"Cultivation is like painting; I don't understand this painting of yours, but that doesn't mean you painted badly—whether it's good or bad, only you know that. The subtleties are yours alone; why explain them to outsiders? Do you get it?"

Yang Shixiong stared, then immediately rose and stepped back three steps, bowing: "Junior Brother, great talent! A single remark has cleared my mental block, like sweet dew pouring over the crown, leaving me refreshed all over!"

Now it was Heng Xian's turn to be stunned. "Damn! I was spouting nonsense, I myself am confused, do you understand?"

(End of chapter)