Chapter 271

What in the world makes people most angry? It's being tricked by someone.

Even more infuriating is that a group of self-proclaimed geniuses with extraordinary talent, the dragons and phoenixes among people, were collectively tricked by a single person.

The disciples of various sects involuntarily blushed, having nowhere to save face.

"Affected and pretentious, seeking fame through solitary reputation!"

Ye Hongxue, He Bijhi and seven or eight others executed their techniques, like a startled swan skimming the water, straight for Heng Xian's back.

"Clang——"

Lin Shuyu drew her divine sword, blocking everyone's path.

The group involuntarily stopped.

Ye Hongxue slightly furrowed her brows: "Junior Sister Lin, what do you mean?"

Lin Shuyu coldly said: "He is burying his sword, naturally he has his reasons; he didn't ask you to follow and learn, you yourselves willingly let yourselves be tricked—what reason do you have to blame him? If you want to hurt him, defeat me first!"

He Bijhi asked: "Junior Sister Lin, you defend him so much—could you be old acquaintances? Why not tell us his identity, how about that?"

Everyone looked at Lin Shuyu.

Lin Shuyu glanced at Heng Xian's back, fell silent for a moment: "I don't know him, but he saved my life in the river, so I will protect him with my life!"

Although Lin Shuyu had only been in the Tianyuan Sect for five or six years, word had spread; many knew that this Tianyuan Sect's extraordinarily talented, number-one beauty on the earth ranking was upright to the point of not tolerating a speck of sand in her eye, and whatever she said she would certainly do.

The crowd, at a loss for words, could only put away their magical implements; to act against the cat-faced man's identity by directly attacking Lin Shuyu was tantamount to declaring war on a group of Tianyuan Sect disciples.

It's possible that the fourteen-sect disciples' alliance, which had been delicately cooperating, would instantly fall apart.

However, watching the 'cat-faced man' bury his sword, many still could not understand.

Du Qiyue, facing Heng Xian's back, loudly said: "Since ancient times there have been those who bury flowers and bury spirit pets, but burying a sword is something I've never seen; your behavior, dare you say it's not just for show and to win favor?"

Heng Xian had already piled up the grave mound, coldly said: "You think I'm doing this to curry favor with you? You're not worthy."

Everyone involuntarily felt their faces burning.

Yeah, along the way, the 'cat-faced man' seemed to need no one's reliance.

Just saying that is too arrogant.

He Bijhi coldly snorted: "Then we should hear your lofty opinions; otherwise, Junior Sister Lin may protect you for a moment, but not for a lifetime!"

Heng Xian sat on the ground, sighed, and said: "There's a kind of solitude you couldn't possibly understand; I treat the sword as my confidant, and the sword naturally treats me as a friend—when a friend is gone, shouldn't one mourn a little?"

"Clang——"

Huangfu Taiqing drew a golden-yellow divine sword, sword energy shooting straight to the clouds: "In the Dongyu cultivation world, those who dare say the sword is their confidant are only the Sword Maniac Sword Xuan Seven, seventh elder of the Spirit Sword Sect who loves the sword as his life,"

"What are you? I, at the Ninth Level of the Qi Hai Realm, will strike with one sword—take back your words!"

Saying this, he looked at Lin Shuyu: "A sword comparison—surely Junior Sister Lin shouldn't be blocking the way, right?"

Lin Shuyu slightly furrowed her brows, but did not retort.

"The Human Emperor pacifies the world, one sword shines upon the nine provinces!"

Huangfu Taiqing indeed suppressed his cultivation to the Ninth Level of the Qi Hai Realm, leapt into midair, and waved his hand to slash down a sword.

The sword aura rolled up a ten-zhang radius air wave, tore through the sky, like a silver river's silk band, extremely sharp, straight for Heng Xian's back.

"The Human Emperor's Nine Sword Technique of the Eastern Emperor Palace, fourth form!"

Yu Qiuyi, hands behind her back, gazed intensely and said.

"Back then, the ancient Grand Void ancestor of the Eastern Emperor Palace used this very move atop Jing Mountain to behead the leader of the Blackwater Sect!"

He Bijhi couldn't help but open his landscape painting folding fan again.

Immediately, everyone turned their gaze to Heng Xian, who still faced the sword grave by the riverbank.

"How should the cat-faced man respond?"

Heng Xian didn't know how to respond; at this moment he felt a belly full of resentment.

As someone who practices twenty thousand swords a day, the sword is like an arm, long since fused with his body; without the sword, his heart truly feels empty and vacant; if he doesn't bury it like his first sword, burying also these years of his experience, it becomes a heart ailment, making him feel awful.

This has nothing to do with showing off or seeking fame; not even a half-penny's worth.

How did I end up annoying this bunch behind me? Damn!

Seeing Huangfu Taiqing's sword aura about to descend,

He instinctively reached for the meteoric copper sword at his waist, grasped at air, his heart fell, his thoughts raced, he was about to switch to another sword when he suddenly stopped.

"Hum——"

A dazzling white halo rose around his body, hazy and indistinct.

"Enlightenment????"

The surrounding sect disciples exclaimed in surprise.

Cultivators often experience the union of heaven and man, entering a state of profound mystery.

Especially when suddenly comprehending a technique or cultivation method, they naturally also enter a mysterious state: at that moment the body falls into emptiness, spiritual qi swirls into mist, the great Dao follows, producing a wondrous phenomenon.

"Whoosh!"

Huangfu Taiqing's sword aura has already arrived.

Heng Xian finally moved as well, pressing his right index and middle fingers together, enveloping a tremendous momentum, and slashed forward.

That momentum instantly turned into a sword shape, becoming even more tremendous and sharp, and carrying an indescribable sorrow.

This sorrow seems to have a strong rendering ability; everyone involuntarily feels a hint of grief.

"Clang!"

Huangfu Taiqing's sword aura instantly shattered.

And that sorrowful sword aura did not dissipate, but went straight to slash Huangfu Taiqing's true body.

Huangfu Taiqing's face slightly changed; he immediately raised his sword to block.

"Clang!"

The sword light disappeared.

Huangfu Taiqing stepped back five paces.

All around fell silent.

The disciples of the various sects involuntarily widened their eyes, using a finger as a guide, sword qi emanating from their bodies, nothing more than the simplest finger-sword technique, which everyone present could perform,

But, the finger-sword technique was so vast, still carrying a hint of sorrowful intent, with a single sword defeating the second-ranked expert of the East Emperor Palace's ground ranking, even though Huangfu Taiqing had suppressed his cultivation,

But… it was too terrifying!

Yu Qiuyi murmured: "The three thousand sword intents of the world's miscellaneous schools, the Ai's Sword Intent, one of the Upper Nine Dao, this guy just sat by the river, buried a sword, and comprehended it?"

"Upper Nine Dao, Ai's Sword Intent!"

Ye Hongxue and the others also changed expression; blade and sword etc. weapon intents are the hallmark of the Primordial Dan Realm, they themselves had only just grasped the basics, yet this guy instantly comprehended one of the Upper Nine Dao sword intents? Or is it in this godforsaken place?

Huangfu Taiqing stared at Heng Xian for a full ten breaths, realizing it was impossible to defeat him with a sword at the same realm, unconsciously sheathed his sword, feigning nonchalance as he shook his head: "Forget it! I won't try anymore—those who treat swords as confidants are indeed all madmen!"

Wang Ling pondered a moment, stepped forward two paces, clasped his fists, and said: "Which senior brother of our Spirit Sword Sect are you?"

Spirit Sword Sect wields the sword, number one in Dongyu!

Someone so young, so terrifying with a sword, is most likely a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.

Upon hearing this, everyone also waited for an answer.

Heng Xian looked at his right hand; counting the Ai's Sword Intent, he had truly comprehended two sword intents—the first being the Killing Sword Intent, whose catalyst was piled from the lives of tens of thousands in Donglan City, which he had fully grasped upon reaching the Qi Hai Realm,

He let out a breath, turned his head to look at the crowd: "I think you'd better hurry on your way instead of holding onto me here—those huts are about to disappear; without them, you'll have to travel much farther!"

Everyone immediately looked toward the huts; sure enough, the huts were slowly collapsing, bricks falling, showing signs of collapse.

Yu Qiuyi, Huangfu Taiqing, Niu Wanli, and their group exchanged glances, each lunging toward a hut.

The disciples of the various sects all around followed suit, rushing over.

Lin Shuyu still did not move.

Heng Xian looked at her: "Why aren't you leaving?"

Lin Shuyu said: "I'm waiting for your reply!"

Heng Xian said: "There's nothing to say—I really don't know you. Remember the poem that scholar vanished with on the river just now; go into the hut and exchange for something good, and you'll suffer less harm ahead."

Saying that, he also lunged toward one of the huts.

Lin Shuyu watched his back, her eyelashes trembling, her long robe swaying in the wind, only after a while did she walk toward a hut.

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