Chapter 111: The Overbearing Little Black

"So that broken painting finally sold for four hundred thousand?"

Heng Xian looked at the angry Nanguo Lilu and those who rushed over after hearing the news, the solemn Ma Xiaohua and Ye Batian.

Ye Batian said, "That's right! It's not about money right now, but you exposed too much; others will seize your weaknesses,"

"and later, stepping onto the Battle Arena or challenging senior brothers and sisters in the Earth Ranking and Heaven Ranking won't be that easy!"

Ma Xiaohua also bitterly said, "Junior brother, junior brother, how can you be so naive? A person's cultivation insights and combat methods are hard to change; you're essentially exposing yourself to everyone!"

Heng Xian snapped, "Your reaction… is somewhat pretentious, embarrassing."

"Be serious with me!" Nanguo Lilu shouted angrily.

Heng Xian rubbed his nose, "Fine, to be honest, I gave that painting a random comment; the rest has nothing to do with me at all."

The three master‑and‑disciple of Nanguo Lilu exchanged glances: "Really?"

"Absolutely true!" Heng Xian said, "What ghostly cultivation insights? I haven't even understood my own practice."

Nanguo Lilu scratched his nose, "These sect disciples are too exaggerated now; misinformation spreads, they deceive each other."

"Luckily I didn't go to see, otherwise the rumor would have been confirmed!"

"In the end, it's because Sect Leader Lao Zamao's management is poor; next year we'll challenge him to step down!"

Ye Batian also laughed, "These days the atmosphere is strange; these people clearly lack talent yet always think they can copy a genius's path, giving them three years to ascend."

Heng Xian hesitated then said, "I'm wondering… should we make a genuine painting to crash the scene, then auction it for five or six hundred thousand, to buy food and drink?"

"Forget it, the disciples are the sect's future foundation; they may be exaggerated, but you must not cause trouble."

Nanguo Lilu, unusually reliable this time, staggered out, "Dismiss the meeting!"

……

"Dao Painting Incident" escalates.

Nineteen co‑invested disciples are said to have all attained enlightenment!

Disciples from other peaks, upon hearing, rushed over; only after paying a hundred medium‑quality spirit crystals could they observe.

Thus, it once caused an unbearably crowded scene!

Then… everyone, more or less, grasped something!?

Finally, according to research by professional true disciples, Heng Xian, who came from a small place and entered the sect a year ago, excels in swordsmanship not only because of sword‑body blessings but mainly because of this painting.

The painting is likely the work of a Great Ascendant master; Heng Xian obtained it by Fate Opportunity, then began copying it and comprehended many things.

Heng Xian can be called the Fate Opportunity disciple of that Great Ascendant ancestor; not only is his swordsmanship superb and talent exceptional, but his painting is also outstanding.

It is said that Heng Xian's paintings are extremely vivid; each stroke is infused with his own sword.

Sword painting, painting sword, entering the Dao of sword through painting, entering painting through the Dao of sword!

A glance at it will bring benefit!

……

"You idiot, you're crazy! I feel they're morally blackmailing me!"

Ku Liu Peak.

The sun shone brightly, and Heng Xian spat out a mouthful of fruit tea.

Senior brother Ma Xiaohua sat opposite, laughing with his thick lips flipped up, revealing a big white tooth: "Regardless of reputation, who cares, if it were me, I'd first take a few fangirl true disciples before anything else!"

Heng Xian was surprised: "Senior brother, you're suddenly interested in women! When you were emperor, how many concubines did you have?"

Ma Xiaohua, with a solemn face, replied, "I was young then, didn't have many consorts; the Empress was from the Nalan clan, four major consorts, eighteen pin, twenty‑six zhaoyi, that's all!"

"I, a failed emperor!"

He said that with a forlorn expression.

Heng Xian rubbed his nose, "This bastard makes you act all broken!"

Ma Xiaohua sighed, "I'm serious, my favorite is Riao Pin; she has Blue Fox Spirit Demon Clan lineage, she's a top specimen, tsk tsk tsk…"

Heng Xian leaned in, "Since then, have you tried the eighteen p?"

Ma Xiaohua was stunned, then wore a expression only men understand: "I once ordered the eighteen pin to my bedchamber; we were all naked, playing hide‑and‑seek, catching who…"

Just then, senior sister Ye Batian, hands on hips, rushed out angry: "Xiaohua! Heaven doesn't care, you haven't been there for three days, the spirit crystals will be pocketed by Ma Bu Ying, stop bragging."

"Got it, senior sister!" Ma Xiaohua scratched his head, patting Heng Xian's shoulder: "We'll discuss later!"

Heng Xian, still eager, said, "Then tonight, you and I, senior brothers, will have a long knee‑to‑knee talk!"

"All set!" Ma Xiaohua walked away.

Ye Batian also entered the room.

Heng Xian had finished today's swordsmanship, body technique, and meditation, utterly bored.

Looking around, he saw a little black dog on a leash, hopping up and down.

The little fellow, now in an early maturity stage, always liked to flirt with spirit beasts from other peaks, so senior sister tied him up in anger.

Having nothing to do, Heng Xian loosened the leash and aimlessly walked the dog toward the northwest.

To the northwest there is a rugged ancient mountain path leading to Qingyun Peak, where the Song Capital lies.

Walking and pausing, after the ancient path, near Qingyun Peak, the crowd suddenly grew.

Not only inner sect members and true disciples of Qingyun Peak, but also various disciples from Yaotian Peak to the northeast and other peaks.

A dense throng of three hundred or more under a golden maple forest, seemingly attaining insight.

Hundreds were silent, each deeply absorbed.

At that moment, a small dog's bark came from behind.

Everyone turned together, seeing an embarrassed Heng Xian pulling the dog hard.

Initially the crowd was a bit impatient, but when they realized it was Heng Xian, a group of young male and female disciples immediately surrounded him.

"Wow! It's junior brother Heng!"

Heng Xian, how come you also have time to come over?

I really admire your swordsmanship!

Heng Xian, your appearance today... is really special!

A group of male and female disciples gave their praise without reservation, just like chasing after stars.

Ah, this... I just happened to be passing by!

Heng Xian unconsciously touched his hair; this morning, the senior sister, bored out of her mind, insisted on braiding his hair and putting on a pink makeup on him, and he forgot to wash it off, so now he's totally a pretty boy, a little milk cow, completely not matching his inner tough guy persona.

"Perfect timing!" someone suggested, "Heng Xian, why not also come and contemplate a bit..."

Before he finished speaking, a shout came from the distant crowd; a group of female disciples from Yaotian Peak were angrily shouting at something.

Heng Xian looked at the empty rope in his hand and silently thought, 'Oh no.'

Looking over at the Yaotian Peak female disciples again, sure enough! Xiaohei was 'riding' a snow-white creature that looked like a fox, extremely eager.

Sorry, make way!

Heng Xian pushed through the crowd, strode over, and pointed at Xiaohei, scolding: "Xiaohei, don't go too far—there are so many people, show some decency!"

Xiaohei gave him a sideways glance and rode even more eagerly.

How are you walking that spirit beast!

This is utterly unreasonable!

A group of Yaotian Peak female disciples were startled and shouted in protest.

Heng Xian glanced at them and couldn't help but be stunned.

That... mixed-blood girl is also here!!

Her slender figure, waist-length hair, slightly upturned red lips, and a pair of beautiful light-blue eyes gave her a heavenly level of beauty.

Standing among a group of beautiful Yaotian Peak female disciples, she still stood out like a crane among chickens.

The matter is settled; starting tomorrow, we'll release three chapters as a base.

(End of chapter)