Chapter 179: Sword Might: Departure and Sweet Soup

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Heng Xian leapt onto the battlefield's sky, his aura rising, sword cries ringing around him, he drew his spirit sword with his right hand, the sound 'Blue Wave—' echoing in all directions.

The massive melee of thousands below, whether the ferocious savage Black Raven Valley people or the desperately resisting Peach Orchard Valley people, involuntarily stopped fighting and looked up.

The Black Raven Valley people were astonished.

And the Peach Orchard Valley chief, the old woman, A Su, and a group of elders exchanged glances, also feeling doubtful.

This outsider youth, didn't he fall into the sword scar abyss?

Now he can not only cultivate, but his aura is surprisingly mighty—at least at the level of Qi Hai Realm Seven or Eightfold!

Especially the disheveled, blood-covered A Su, Ma Yong, and their group in the crowd were instantly stunned.

He… can't cultivate?

He barged into the Sword Grotto before, now he's flying on his sword, and his aura is still terrifying!

Who is he?

Heng Xian didn't say a word, seemingly unnecessary, he circulated his technique, exerted all his strength, and struck out with a sword: 'Evil!'

Hum—

A vast, unmatched sword glow, carrying a suffocating, hateful yet fearful evil aura, slashed fiercely!

This sword was extreme and heart‑shaking!

Where it passed, the Peach Orchard Valley people fell sitting down, the timid ones outright wet themselves.

Meanwhile, the thousands of Black Raven Valley people across the way panicked and kept retreating.

However, one who looked like a leader, a Qi Hai Realm Sixfold savage, roared and brought seven tall tribesmen flying to meet the attack.

The sword glow descended to meet them!

Clang!

Those eight Black Raven Valley leaders couldn't withstand a single blow; before the sword glow even reached them, they were frightened limp and instantly died miserably, blurred flesh flying everywhere.

And the sword momentum didn't stop, it boomed as it cut into the forest.

Hundreds of Black Raven Valley people in its path were slain, the ground left with a sword scar forty‑five zhang long, surrounding trees collapsed, rocks flew.

The scene became terrifyingly quiet!

The people of Peach Orchard Valley were stunned.

The Black Raven Valley people stood dumbfounded.

Mo Qibai not far behind stared and said, 'What a terrifying sword, it has already reached above the Fake Pill Realm!'

Qi Hai Realm Eightfold cultivation? This kid is the one who broke through two levels that day!

At this moment, even Heng Xian himself was startled; the power and viciousness of this sword exceeded his expectations.

Ah—

The remaining Black Raven Valley people then reacted, panicking and fleeing in disarray, human figures everywhere across the hills.

The Peach Orchard Valley people cheered excitedly, then, under the Valley Chief's lead, they all raised their heads and bowed with clasped fists: 'Thanks, Senior Murong De, for your help; we were blind to true value, not knowing a senior expert had entered the valley; we have neglected you these days, please forgive us!'

Ma Yong's face completely changed, pale with a hint of flush, trembling, he said to A Su: 'That sword was too terrifying, I pissed myself from fear, I want to take him as my master!'

A Su stared deeply at Heng Xian, hard to say what he felt.

Heng Xian waved from above: 'No need for thanks, Valley Chief, just handle the aftermath!'

The old Valley Chief smiled: 'This battle at least bought thirty years of peace, worth it!'

He said, ordering personnel to clear the corpses and clean the battlefield.

Heng Xian then rushed toward Mo Qibai; halfway there, his body suddenly felt drained, he couldn't help shaking his head—this sword was powerful, but the cost was too great!

Mo Qibai waved, indicating to go to the 'BMW X5' room.

The two entered the room, poured tea, then Mo Qibai seriously said: 'This sword's power is too great, but its evil intent is too heavy; unless absolutely necessary, try not to use it!'

Heng Xian nodded: 'Understood!'

Mo Qibai's complexion improved considerably: 'Just showing that trick, for any reason you can live in the valley; the Valley Chief and others will surely welcome you, we brothers can also sit and discuss the Dao!'

Heng Xian hesitated: 'Maybe… possible…'

Living and cultivating in this valley isn't bad; the environment is good, spiritual energy abundant, only fear is that someone might come looking for us.

Just thinking of this, I inexplicably felt uneasy.

I thought, 'Surely it's not that coincidental?'

Quickly opening the Profound Yellow Heavenly Hexagram: 'Is someone chasing after us?'

The hexagram showed: 'The sword move's disturbance is too great; four people have already come from the southeast, gathering fifteen li away!'

Heng Xian sprang up.

Mo Qibai exclaimed: 'What's wrong, Second Brother?'

Heng Xian sighed: 'I have to leave!'

They are likely disciples of the Fourteen Sects; even though Mo Qibai will surely help me, whether defeating them or tricking them away isn't too hard.

But compared to Peach Orchard Valley, Mo Qibai, and the Fourteen Great Sects, we are truly tiny, fragile, and easily implicated.

So we must go!

Mo Qibai frowned: 'So sudden?'

He said, using divine sense to scan the four directions, then paused: 'The four coming from the southeast—are they coming for you?'

Heng Xian nodded: 'Very likely, I've stirred up some big trouble, I must leave immediately; elder brother, take care, we'll meet again another day!'

Mo Qibai's face showed a hint of sorrow as he quickly took out an all‑white jade bamboo flute: 'Big brother isn't one to fuss over women and mothers; this is a jade flute poison needle, ninety‑nine of them, sealing the throat on sight of blood, enough for them to drink a pot even under Primordial Pill Great Perfection—take it for self‑defense!'

Heng Xian reached out to take it, sighed: 'Try not to mention knowing me, and also warn the valley folk!'

Mo Qibai nodded: 'I understand, go on; when I break through to Nascent Soul I'll come find you—if you die, I, as your brother, will avenge you; if you live, we brothers will wield our swords and cultivate together in the world of immortals!'

"Particular!" Heng Xian smiled, flashed out the door, flashed again to midair outside the valley, paused slightly, and looked toward the southeast.

Only four silhouettes came rushing over—it was the four of Hou Zhenfang.

The four happened to see him too, a hint of excitement on their faces, and they lunged forward quickly.

Heng Xian gave a cold snort, turned, and left.

"Where are you going?"

The four caught up in the blink of an eye.

Heng Xian intentionally led them away, needing to get far from Peach Orchard Valley, so he did not fight back.

……

Thus they chased each other, from dusk to dawn, from dawn back to dusk…

They pursued for a full three days and three nights.

On the morning of the fourth day, a light drizzle suddenly fell from the sky, and Heng Xian temporarily shook off the four of Hou Zhenfang.

Here is far enough from Peach Orchard Valley; we can have a showdown with them!

However, after three days of nonstop running, his body was a bit weary, especially his terrible thirst.

Scanning ahead, he saw a vast expanse of lush green rice paddies, with early risers working in the fields.

At the edge of one paddy, a barefoot girl of over ten years old nimbly poured two large bowls of sweet soup from a water bucket.

Seeing this, Heng Xian felt even thirstier; he simply landed aside and walked over on foot.

Halfway there, he noticed two strange figures on the field path.

One was big-headed and big-eared, clutching a knife.

The other was skinny as a rail, holding a spear.

The two silently eyed each other, posing like martial-arts masters about to duel, though it looked a bit awkward in the rice paddy.

Heng Xian glanced at their cultivation levels—they seemed to be at the fourth or fifth layer of Innate—so he paid no mind and walked past them.

The big-headed, big-eared man suddenly said coldly, "Masters dueling—idlers, make a detour!"

The skinny fellow also said, "The spear in my hand has no eyes—get lost!"

Okay, the two martial-arts masters then flew into a rage.

Heng Xian felt the urge to slap them away with a palm, but seeing the little girl who had just delivered the sweet soup to her family, he restrained himself, took a detour, walked over, and smiled: "Little miss, hello!"

The little girl blinked her eyes, a bit shy.

Heng Xian produced a piece of common silver: "I'm thirsty, I'd like a bowl of sweet soup; may I buy it with money?"

The girl blinked again, perhaps seeing Heng Xian wasn't a bad person, and smiled: "No need to pay, big brother—if you want a drink, I'll pour you one!"

Saying this, she poured a bowl of sweet soup and handed it over with both hands.

Heng Xian took it, glanced—it was pale reddish with some impurities, likely brewed from certain herbs, reminiscent of some Duobao and Lao Ji from his past life; he tipped it back and drained it in one gulp.

Needless to say, it was neither cold nor hot, lightly bitter with a hint of sweet—quite good; he smiled: "Delicious, you brewed this? May I have another bowl?"

The little girl, pleased with the praise, beamed, poured another bowl, and declared proudly: "Of course! I brewed this with mountain flowers, jujube stems, silicic wolfberry, and mountain pear—everyone says it's delicious!"

"Indeed delicious!" Heng Xian plopped onto the ground and savored it leisurely.

Just then a butterfly fluttered by; the girl's eyes lit up, her playful spirit aroused, and she chased after it: "Little butterfly, don't run!"

However, at that very moment, a blade of light flashed from the distant sky.

"Damn! They've caught up already!"

Heng Xian frowned, immediately set down the bowl, gripped his sword, and prepared to block.

However, that sword light deviated by a zhang and stabbed straight toward the little girl.

Heng Xian startled, lunged forward, shouting: "Don't!"

Too late—the girl who had just caught the butterfly, together with the insect, was hacked to pieces on the spot.

(End of chapter)