Chapter 202: Song Clan and the Flower Pavilion Sisters

Elder sister spat: "Dead girl, this is your first time—why are you so impatient? Aren't you afraid of being painfully killed?"

Younger sister giggled: "After following the Grand Protector in cultivation for so many years, I've only imagined it, never experienced the real thing—moreover..."

As she spoke, she touched Heng Xian's cheek: "This guy isn't nearly as evil and terrifying as the rumors say; look at his delicate, tender skin—he's really handsome."

Elder sister hesitated: "But, elder sister... also wants to give him the Love Gu. Younger sister, your cultivation is still shallow; after the Love Gu is implanted, he will love only you for his whole life, but you too can have only him as a man; if anything goes wrong in between, regret will come too late!"

"Why not... let elder sister have it? Elder sister will find you another one, how about that?"

Younger sister widened her eyes: "No way! You've always let me have everything since we were little; what's wrong today? Are you going to compete with me?"

Elder sister sighed, gritted her teeth: "We are twin sisters born of the same mother, our cultivation methods are similar; why not both give him the Love Gu? Thereafter he will love only the two of us sisters, and together we'll train him into a supreme expert!"

"Good!"

Younger sister gritted her teeth, flipped upward, hovering three feet above Heng Xian in midair, her garments falling off one by one until finally she was clean and smooth.

Then she lightly kissed Heng Xian's brow, moving downward, eyes, nose...

By then she reached his lips, she paused a moment, glancing at her elder sister beside her: "His... even his breath is fragrant; I don't know what cultivation he practices, truly a top-notch specimen..."

……

At this moment, the hill south of the mountain village.

More than a dozen figures descended, gazing toward the mountain village.

Leading them was Song Yu.

Her eyes were filled with killing intent and anticipation.

She is the outstanding daughter of the main line of the Northern Frontier Song Clan; at only twenty-five years old, she has already reached the Ninth Level of the Qi Hai Realm.

"The Northern Frontier Song Clan" shakes the region; its numbers are no less than fifty thousand, its experts are as numerous as clouds, and even among them there are seven Golden Core experts!

All of this is thanks to the forefathers Song Rufeng and Song Ruqing.

Originally the Song Clan was merely a small town and minor family; it was only after the two grand-uncles secretly sent back vast resources and sect marvels that the clan gradually became what it is today!

However, the two grand-uncles were simultaneously trapped and killed by a junior of the Tianyuan Sect; to the Song Clan it felt as if the heavens had collapsed!

If the person who trapped and killed the two grand-uncles were still in the Tianyuan Sect, the Song Clan could only grit their teeth and swallow it; fortunately, that person is also being hunted by the Fourteen Great Sects!

After the Sang Guo incident, the Song Clan dispatched fifteen teams, scattering across Dongyu to hunt down Heng Xian; little did they expect that they themselves would encounter him!

Thinking of this, her gaze grew even colder; to slay Heng Xian and raise the Song Clan's prestige, she pointed toward the mountain village: "The aura of that monkey beside him is right here in this village—search!"

……

Inside the room.

Elder sister had already removed half of her clothing, chuckling: "You really haven't seen a man before!"

Younger sister's face flushed red, she closed her eyes, about to kiss Heng Xian's lips.

Suddenly feeling a tightness at her waist, she was seized by a pair of hands, and a teasing voice came from below: "Ladies, if you have such thoughts, just say it outright—why resort to drugs when we could share a big bed together?"

Younger sister startled, opened her eyes to see Heng Xian beneath her already awake, smiling at her; she immediately broke free, sprang off the bed, grabbed her long robe to cover herself: "You..."

Elder sister reacted even faster, already stepped back three paces, a whip appearing in her hand: "You weren't poisoned?"

Heng Xian sat up, wringing his cuffs—full of liquor—then flicked his sleeve, spilling a plate of vegetables onto the floor, shaking his head: "Eating and drinking while vomiting, still not enough to draw your attention; do you know how exhausting a single meal is for me?"

Younger sister donned her long robe, a spirit sword appearing in her right hand, the aura of an Eighth Level Qi Hai Realm cultivator bursting forth, she exclaimed angrily: "When did you notice?"

Heng Xian said lightly: "You're too beautiful, your skin too perfect; no matter how you disguise it, you're still quite different from the village girls! And while the room is filled with floral fragrance, there is also a faint trace of bloodiness."

"It must not be that you love floral scent, but rather to mask the bloodiness."

"What's more unfortunate is that, when I went to the outhouse, I happened to see that burial pit!"

Elder sister hesitated: "Then how do you know we would put poison in the food and drink?"

"I don't know." Heng Xian pointed at Dog Egg: "But my monkey saw it!"

"It..." The two sisters stared dumbfounded; just a moment ago they truly hadn't thought to avoid a mere monkey with no spiritual aura, not even counting as a spiritual beast.

"Chichich..."

Dog Egg excitedly stood on its hands, a jet of water shooting out two meters away.

The two sisters exchanged a glance; elder sister forced a smile: "Since you already know, let's be frank—you're being hunted by the Fourteen Sects, with no way out, heaven or earth!"

"Why not enter my Flower Pavilion, enjoy the finest food and drink, live carefree—wouldn't that be delightful?"

"Hah!"

Heng Xian gave a cold snort; although his reputation is not good nowadays, even standing completely opposed to the so-called righteous path, that does not mean he has totally turned dark, disregarding right and wrong.

At the very least, he could never accept sects that plant love gu, indulge in debauchery, and indiscriminately slaughter innocent civilians!

Just as he was about to act, he suddenly sensed a hint of danger approaching from afar—an instinct honed during his days of fleeing.

No need to guess; it's clear someone is pursuing him!

He immediately withdrew his fighting intent, and with a solemn salute to the sisters said: "In that case, respect is less than obedience; actually I've long been eager for the Flower Pavilion!"

As his words fell, the entire house instantly exploded apart.

In the fine rain, Song Yu and more than a dozen Song Clan members grasped their spirit weapons, their aura mighty, killing intent surging.

Upon seeing them, the two sisters likewise raised their aura and went forward: "Who are you?"

Song Yu glanced at the sisters, then at Heng Xian, raised her spirit sword, her face icy: "Northern Frontier Song Clan, Heng Xian, you shall die!"

The two sisters looked at Heng Xian in surprise.

Heng Xian also found it strange: "Northern Frontier Song Clan, you know me?"

Song Yu lifted her sword and stepped forward, her expression grim: "The deceased elders Song Rufeng and Song Ruqing are my grand-uncles!"

Heng Xian suddenly understood, brandishing his spirit sword, he gave a low rebuke: "Then you go die!"

His form flashed, he charged straight at Song Yu and her group.

Seeing this, Song Yu tapped her foot and lunged forward, her long sword tracing a vast arc, its light like flowing water.

The group of Song Clan members followed in a fan formation, a dozen or so swords, their sword might like a rainbow!

The distance was closing in rapidly!

A foul, annoying evil aura suddenly descended.

Heng Xian's sword traced a strange arc, slashing out a crimson evil sword aura.

Before the sword aura even arrived, the overwhelming pressure and sword edge met a group of the Song family!

Song Yu's face changed dramatically in an instant.

The faces of the two sisters following behind also changed.

What kind of sword technique is this? How terrifying!

At that moment, that evil sword was already chopping toward Song Yu and the group.

Song Yu was the first to bear the brunt, and upon contact—

Clang!

His spirit sword snapped, and he spat blood as he flew backward.

More than ten Song family members behind him were even worse off—they couldn't even catch a breath; five were cut in half on the spot, blood spraying everywhere, while another six fell with a crackling crash.

The two sisters behind finally caught up, half a beat late, and looked at Heng Xian in shock: "Your sword…"

Heng Xian immediately put on a pained expression: "I can only unleash this one ultimate move—hurry up and attack!"

"Good!" The two sisters split left and right, charging straight at Song Yu and the Song family to kill them.

Song Yu on the ground barely leapt up, propping himself with his broken sword: "For the honor of the Song name, kill!"

"For the honor of the Song name, kill!"

Six Song family members gritted their teeth and rose to their feet.

The two sides instantly became tangled in a melee.

Meanwhile, Heng Xian, whose face had been twisted in pain, instantly went blank, his body oddly contorting like a leaf as he vanished into the night.

When he reappeared, he was already at the village's north side, snatching up the pursuing "Gou Dan": "Let's make a run for it—let them have their fun!"

A flicker of his form covered nearly a hundred meters.

After the time it takes to burn an incense stick, he had already covered dozens of miles.

Just then, the sound of tearing wind came from the distant sky.

Heng Xian immediately pressed down on Gou Dan, crouching beneath a hill.

Soon, the tearing sound passed overhead—sure enough, a group of disciples from the Fourteen Sects, looking toward that small village, obviously drawn by the fighting noises.

After the group had gone far, Heng Xian exhaled: "Damn it! Once I break through to Nascent Soul and Spirit Transformation, I'll crush every sect in the whole Dongyu. I've already picked my title—White-robed Ancestor. How about that?"

"'Gou Dan' patted his own chest: 'Chitter-chatter…'"

"'What about you?' Heng Xian thought, then said: 'Overlord Cold-blooded Holy Monkey—how's that?'"

"'Chitter-chatter…'"

(End of chapter)