Chapter 129: Senior Sister, Don't Be Like This

The room was decorated quite cleanly, though the light was a bit dim and it was very quiet.

Heng Xian was just wondering when he heard a series of light footsteps outside.

Someone else had come.

He immediately closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing and heartbeat.

"Creak—"

The door opened, someone entered the room, and the door closed again.

But this person didn't walk to the bedside; instead, they stood silently in place, seemingly observing cautiously.

After a long while, they slowly approached.

As the person drew near, Heng Xian caught a somewhat familiar scent.

He thought to himself, is it her???

At this moment, the person reached the bedside, stopped again, observed for a while, and said slowly: "Who would have thought you would be taken down so easily? Even with your great talent and intelligence, you ultimately lack experience."

Listening to the voice, it was indeed his fellow sect member, Tong Quezi!

This greatly surprised Heng Xian; the person who came wasn't Song Rufeng's backup, but this Tong Quezi, with whom he had no grudges!

No! Judging by the timing, she and he must have been traveling one after the other, and Song Rufeng must have known!

Could it be because he peeked at her bathing last night? Was she joining forces with Song Rufeng to finish him off?

Just as he was thinking this, Tong Quezi suddenly sat on the edge of the bed and chuckled: "If you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck. Not only do you have a grudge against Uncle Master Song's disciple, but you also have a grudge against Junior Brother Bai Ziqi!

Most importantly, your master Nangong Liluo and my master Bai Sizhen are rivals in love. Tsk tsk, my master ordered me to kill you, what can I do?"

It was actually an order from the Small Pine Peak Master, Bai Sizhen?

She and his master Nangong Liluo were rivals in love?

Who was their lover? The Sect Leader?

Just as he was thinking this, Tong Quezi's hand suddenly grabbed his thigh!

Damn!

Heng Xian made a move to get up and give her a sword strike.

He heard Tong Quezi chuckle: "Sigh! What a pity, such a handsome person, such a good figure, Senior Sister really can't bear to kill you!

You probably don't know, but the day I saw you gambling at Tianbuguan, Senior Sister was already attracted to you.

There are all kinds of people among the tens of thousands of sect disciples, but Senior Sister just finds you pleasing to the eye.

For those few days, Senior Sister was haunted by thoughts of you, and my mind was filled with the way you smile!"

Heng Xian was confused; good heavens, this long-faced woman was interested in him?

At this moment, Tong Quezi's hand slowly wandered upward, touched his lower abdomen, then slowly moved up and placed it on his mouth, then lowered her head and kissed his brow and nose, her mouth exhaling a faint scent of tea.

Heng Xian's mind stirred, and he was about to flick his sword out.

Who knew Tong Quezi's mouth would stop by his lips, giggling: "Let me tell you a secret!"

Heng Xian had to pause his move.

Tong Quezi climbed up and lay beside him, speaking as if in a dream: "Actually, I come from a background as a courtesan, but I was a 'Qingguan' (a courtesan who sells art, not body). The husband I imagined in my dreams looks just like you!

Tell me, should I kill you or not?

I know you were one of those who watched me bathe last night, you... don't you like watching?"

As she spoke, she grabbed Heng Xian's hand and placed it on her chest: "Right under your hand, you can try it, hehehe..."

She laughed for a long time, then added: "I'm wondering whether to kill you or cripple you and hide you away to be my little husband!

Tell me, as long as you say a word now, I will agree to anything!"

"Wouldn't it be better if I just normally became your little husband?" Heng Xian opened his eyes, smiled faintly, and squeezed hard with his hand.

Tong Quezi's face was almost pressed against his; her pupils shrank, and she suddenly sprang up, landed in the middle of the room, pulled up her face mask, her chest heaving rapidly.

She was clearly shocked.

Heng Xian rubbed his hands, seemingly savoring the feel, and laughed: "Senior Sister Tong, you are so lewd!"

The half of Tong Quezi's face that was exposed turned bright red, and she drew her spiritual sword with a "Clang."

Heng Xian smacked his lips: "Why resort to weapons? I already know your intentions; we can talk this over properly!"

Tong Quezi's breathing became even more rapid, and in a fit of shame and anger, her body flashed, she arrived before him, and thrust her sword.

Heng Xian had no choice but to raise his sword to meet her.

"Clang!"

A powerful shockwave combined with the sound of the sword rang out in all directions.

Both of them were sent flying backward.

"Boom—"

The tavern exploded, and the entire roof was ripped off.

In the main hall on the first floor, the three old men drinking, the waiter, and the shopkeeper were covered in white dust, looking up at the open sky, the rain, and the two people in mid-air, staring blankly.

In the air, Tong Quezi said nothing, her aura climbing to the extreme of the Qi Sea Realm Ninth Level, and she raised her sword, breaking through the curtain of rain, and thrust it forward, bringing with it a sky full of sword light.

Heng Xian estimated that this woman was a notch stronger than Liu Yu; no wonder she had the confidence to kill him!

Let's try it out.

He twisted his Meteor Copper Sword and directly unleashed the "Taiyi Sword Whirl," his whole person becoming like a mass of sword light, swift and sharp.

Soon, the "Sword Whirl" made contact with the sword light.

Although Tong Quezi was very strong, facing the blessing of the Ancient Sword Saint True Body, the Spirit-rank technique, and the Sword Saint talent,

Her sword light shattered inch by inch until it finally exploded outward.

"Bang—"

The tavern collapsed completely, leaving only the three old men sitting in the ruins, looking bewildered but unharmed.

The shopkeeper and the waiter were buried alive!

Tong Quezi was sent flying a full hundred meters, stabilized her body with her sword, took a deep look at Heng Xian, and turned to leave.

"Don't go!"

Heng Xian followed in pursuit, feeling very surprised; what was this girl's mindset? Now that she met the "living" him, she couldn't let go?

Tong Quezi ignored him and headed straight east, flying faster and faster, looking like she was returning to Weiwu County.

Heng Xian had to stop and tucked the three Nangong Liluo mana talismans he was holding back away.

If he chased her back now, he would definitely give that old dog Song Rufeng an excuse.

Since he was already here, he might as well go and take a look at the Righteous Hero Gang's lair.

On the way back, he passed the ruins of the tavern again.

Townspeople had already gathered around, and the three old men in the ruins were still staring blankly until they saw him fly past, then they muttered:

"He didn't smash us, a good person!"

The small town was less than thirty miles from the destination; he would be there in a moment.

But he only reached the edge of the Withered Marsh.

The Withered Marsh was much like a swamp, looking like the ground had developed psoriasis, a patch of rotten land, a patch of withered grass, everything in sight was mottled.

Heng Xian flew toward the center while thinking about the Small Pine Peak Master, Bai Sizhen!

This woman actually wanted to kill him too?

Damn it, who had he offended?

It seemed he would have to guard against her in the future.

After flying another thirty or forty miles, the rain stopped, and ahead was a dune area, very desolate.

An ancient road wound its way east to west through the Withered Marsh.

In a small dune valley north of the road, there was a series of low, undulating dilapidated houses.

In front of the houses, dozens of people were lying low, each of them looking at the road with shifty eyes.

Heng Xian thought for a moment, quietly landed on the ground, changed into the tattered clothes he hadn't been able to throw away, tore some holes in them, smeared some dust on his face,

messed up his hair, took out a rag bag, rolled up a pile of some animal's dung from the ground, and walked forward, pretending to be a passerby.

Just as he reached the valley houses, the dozens of people lying low climbed up, brandishing blades and swords, and swarmed over:

"Robbery!"

"Don't move!"

"Hand over your money, and we'll spare your life!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 130 =====