Chapter 118

Early morning.

The morning glow filled the sky, reflecting the majestic and spectacular mountain gate of the Tianyuan Sect in golden yellow.

Especially the eight characters "Wosheng Blessed Land, Tianyuan Holy Sect" on the huge archway jade pillar plaque, which were dazzling and made people dare not look directly.

Most of the nearly two hundred people in the eleven teams doing the submission task this year had already gathered in front of the mountain gate.

At the beginning of the Chen hour, after wishing each other well, the teams drove their flying Dharma treasures and left.

"Senior Brother Wu, go slowly!"

Sending off the last team, Elder Song Rufeng, whose eyes were bruised and half of whose face was swollen, looked into the depths of the mountain gate, with a trace of anger on his face.

Because Heng Xian hadn't arrived yet!

And also because that crazy Nangong Liluo ambushed him last night!

Beside him, Lin Shuyu, who was dressed in white and stunningly beautiful, Ma Buyin, who looked like a wealthy young master, Tong Quezi, who was as fiery as red, Bai Ziqi, the young master, Xu Wei, Ye Ling'er, Ye Xiaoyao, Xiao Qiyun, Jiang Ziyi, and others were also looking into the mountain gate.

Bai Ziqi couldn't help but say at this time: "This Heng Xian has no sense of punctuality at all, especially for such a big event today; as a senior brother, I have to say a few words to him!"

Ye Xiaoyao also said coldly: "Senior Brother Heng Xian is probably spoiled by the reputation of a genius recently, thinking he can be an exception for everything, right?"

"Hmm?" Song Rufeng touched his swollen cheek and said seriously, "We are all fellow disciples; how can you be so mean and rude? Junior Nephew Heng Xian might have been delayed by something!"

Although he was full of anger and hated Nangong Liluo and her disciples, at least on the surface, he should have the demeanor of an elder.

Ye Xiaoyao immediately bowed and saluted: "The disciple was wrong; the disciple just felt that Senior Brother Heng Xian delayed everyone's time, and felt indignant; it won't happen next time!"

Bai Ziqi also cupped his hands with an embarrassed look.

Lin Shuyu, Ma Buyin, and others looked at each other, smiled faintly, and made no indication.

After waiting for a full stick of incense, at the end of the blue jade stone road in the depths of the mountain gate, a figure walked quickly against the morning light.

Dressed in white like snow, with a nice hair bun, tall and slender, with a handsome face, anyone who saw him would praise him as a handsome young man.

It was Heng Xian!

"Senior Brother Heng is truly handsome and extraordinary!" Ye Ling'er praised sincerely.

Ma Buyin said indifferently: "Junior Brother Heng Xian is peerless in talent, gifted, and his appearance is also transcendent; a dragon among men!"

No way, as an "employee" of his, he had to make a living.

"Uh..." Bai Ziqi, Ye Xiaoyao, and others swallowed the words that came to their lips.

Lin Shuyu, who was also dressed in white like snow, felt somewhat uncomfortable, because her clothes clashed with Heng Xian's, a proper couple's outfit!

At this time, Heng Xian had already arrived, scanned the crowd, and cupped his hands sincerely: "Greetings to Uncle-Master Song, Senior Sister Lin, Senior Brother Ma, Senior Sister Tong, and everyone; I arrived a little late, please forgive me!"

Actually, it wasn't that he wanted to be late, but he was used to practicing swords, skills, and footwork early in the morning.

He got up before dawn today, and after practicing, he was dragged by his senior sister to dress up, and then he rushed over under the send-off of his senior brother and senior sister.

Having a senior sister is sometimes quite troublesome.

Ma Buyin, Lin Shuyu, and others nodded to indicate.

Song Rufeng's face sank at this time: "Junior Nephew Heng, no matter the reason, being late is always wrong; by rights, I should punish you!"

Heng Xian was slightly stunned, looked at his obviously beaten face, and cupped his hands: "The sect has rules: those who go out on missions should arrive by the third quarter of the Chen hour, and there must be no mistakes.

Although the disciple arrived a little late, there is still some time before the third quarter of the Chen hour."

Song Rufeng was slightly stunned; he had forgotten the sect rules and immediately changed to a kind face: "Junior Nephew is overthinking; Uncle-Master just wanted to warn you and let you know the importance of time; even if you were really late, how could Uncle-Master punish you?"

"Thank you, Uncle-Master!" Heng Xian cupped his hands.

Song Rufeng didn't talk nonsense, waved his sleeves, and a boat-shaped Dharma treasure flashed out, rich in spiritual aura, floating: "Let's go!"

Everyone followed one after another.

Then the boat-shaped Dharma treasure broke through the air and headed straight for the high sky, and the mountain gate below became smaller and smaller.

Further and further away from the mountain gate!

Ma Buyin sat beside Heng Xian and pointed to the "flying boat," introducing in a low voice: "A Dharma treasure of the Primordial Dan Realm; flying to heaven and escaping to earth is like sitting in a sedan chair; it's cool; when can we get one!"

"With Senior Brother's talent, breaking through to the Primordial Dan is a matter of time; getting one is not a big deal!" Heng Xian laughed.

Ma Buyin shook his head and said: "The Primordial Dan Realm is not easy to break through!"

As he spoke, he muttered a few words to himself.

Heng Xian looked at Lin Shuyu on the other side.

I saw this Senior Sister Lin sitting upright, her long hair reaching her waist, her side face still pleasing to the eye, but she was too serious and followed the rules.

At this time, she seemed to notice his gaze, glanced over with the corner of her eye, and looked to the side again.

Heng Xian's eyes turned again; okay, Bai Ziqi, Ye Xiaoyao, Xiao Qiyun, Jiang Ziyi, and that Senior Sister Tong Que'er were all looking at him.

Heng Xian looked at them, and a group of people looked at the sea of clouds one after another.

The boat-shaped Dharma treasure shuttled through the sea of clouds, fast as lightning.

After a while, Song Rufeng suddenly said: "Let me talk about this mission!"

A group of disciples immediately perked up.

Song Rufeng said: "Our trip is to Wuwu County, a small city in Sang Guo, two thousand miles away from the sect.

County Magistrate Ke Zhenhai was an inner disciple of our Tianyuan Sect thirty years ago and returned to secular life after leaving the mountain.

Half a month ago, he sent a jade slip to the sect for help, saying that a group of unknown forces had appeared around Wuwu County, which were very strong, and there were demons making trouble.

Not only were there many casualties among the people in the city, and rich merchants were looted, but even Ke Zhenhai's own daughter was snatched away!

He wanted to ask for help from the capital of Sang Guo, but unfortunately, the Sang Guo royal family was at war with neighboring countries and had no intention of rescuing!"

Lin Shuyu said: "In that case, the situation in Wuwu County is very complicated."

"That's right, it's hard to say how strong that group of unknown forces is, but the important thing is that there are demons making trouble!" Song Rufeng scanned everyone, "Ke Zhenhai himself also has Qi Sea Realm cultivation, but he is helpless; we have certain dangers going there, so everyone must remain vigilant and must not take it lightly!"

Ma Buyin asked in surprise: "Since there is danger, why let us go? Send a Transformation Deity senior brother over, solve it in three moves, isn't that cool?!"

Heng Xian secretly praised, that's very true.

Song Rufeng glanced at Ma Buyin indifferently: "Among the third-generation disciples, there are only seven in the Transformation Deity Realm!

Adding up the entire sect, there are actually not many Transformation Deity cultivators, and each one has other things to do.

Besides, without danger, how can it serve the purpose of training? Junior Nephew's words are inappropriate!"

Ma Buyin hurriedly cupped his hands: "The disciple was joking; Uncle-Master, don't mind."

Song Rufeng didn't speak anymore.

The boat-shaped Dharma treasure moved forward quickly, and everyone sat cross-legged in meditation.

I don't know how long it took, but the sky slowly darkened.

I don't know how many miles they had flown, the air was chilly, and a fine drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Song Rufeng said: "It's inconvenient to travel at night; let's find a place to rest for the night!"

As he spoke, he manipulated the "boat-shaped Dharma treasure" and slowly landed in a mountain forest below.

Everyone found a dry, towering tree, lit a campfire, and sat in a circle.

Those who were used to fasting sat and rested.

Those who were used to eating took out dry rations to make do.

The food Bai Ziqi brought was exceptionally rich—

Spirit beef jerky, white flour steamed buns, chicken legs, five-spice noodles, etc.

He distributed them to everyone one by one, leaving Heng Xian out intentionally or unintentionally.

This was a bit embarrassing!

However, Heng Xian didn't care at all and slowly took out his own food.

When a group of people saw it, they were instantly stunned.

(End of chapter)