Chapter 277

Three "white-clad", at this moment one lay under the ruins, its twisted bones rapidly healing; the other two rose from the ruins, their bodies full of killing intent.

Instantly it flashed, surging forward with an even greater imposing aura.

Heng Xian planted his sword into the ground; in the instant the two approached, he sprang up, just dodging the slashes of the two blood blades.

In the instant the two blood blades clashed, he twisted his body, swiftly circling around the two white-clad figures once, then landed on the ground.

The two white-clad figures ceased their flashing attacks, instead standing motionless in place.

Then, their heads cleanly severed fell to the ground; their bodies collapsed, instantly rotting and withering.

The third white-clad had already risen from the ruins, about to move, when Heng Xian's gray-iron sword shot forth, piercing his heart.

The corpse was flung hard and lodged upon the intact divine altar lotus platform behind it, soon also becoming withered and rotted.

From the start of the entanglement with the three white-clad fighters, appearing difficult, to the final moment's counterkill, it gave a strange feeling of hard at first, easy later.

Sun Bufan and the five others stared blankly, suddenly suspecting whether the three white-clad had held back!

The middle-aged man first pondered: "This guy, after half an incense stick's time familiarizing himself with the white-clad's killing methods, strength, and speed, then killed them in three breaths... truly... terrifying!"

Sun Bufan scratched his bald head: "He's best at reading people's hearts; you'd better not speak ill of him!"

The middle-aged man's face slightly changed, and he immediately shut his mouth.

However, Heng Xian paid them no heed; instead, he drew his gray-iron sword, leapt onto the lotus platform, and gazed at that spiritual mushroom.

This mushroom was as large as a three-year-old child's head, multicolored, and brimming with immense spiritual energy.

Beneath it lay a pile of human and animal bones, presumably fed by humans and beasts.

I don't know how to eat this thing; would eating it be nauseating?

Forget it! Pluck it!

He prodded the mushroom's root with his sword tip; upon contact, he involuntarily startled.

Vaguely, a strange killing intent locked onto him—not from the mushroom, but from elsewhere.

Killing intent?

Heng Xian slightly furrowed his brows, abandoning the attempt to dig up the mushroom.

That killing intent suddenly vanished.

After thinking, Heng Xian again prodded the mushroom's root with his sword.

The killing intent appeared again.

Heng Xian slightly closed his eyes, his gaze flickered, then he forcefully dug up the mushroom and casually stored it in his Storage Bag.

That killing intent surged like a tangible force, but vanished in an instant.

Heng Xian pretended not to know, rubbed his nose, jumped down from the lotus platform, and looked at Sun Bufan and the others.

The few finally reacted, scrambling to put on their clothes; Sun Bufan moved fastest, throwing on his monk's robe, not bothering with his undershorts, and strode over carelessly: "Haha, Master Xian, it's been years—we've both grown up!"

Sun Bufan stood upright seriously, half a head taller than Heng Xian, with snow-white skin and a big belly; claiming he was Maitreya reborn, it seemed somewhat plausible.

Heng Xian laughed and scolded: "It's your belly and fat that have grown along with you!"

Sun Bufan laughed heartily: "Still the same old line—you see this as flesh, but it's actually Buddha-nature; you laypeople wouldn't understand!"

"Talking about practice is no fun!"

Heng Xian smiled, then picked up one by one from the ruins the silver tokens of the "blue-clad".

Sun Bufan exclaimed: "What are you picking that thing up for?"

Heng Xian hesitated, then asked: "Don't the people who came with you pick them up?"

Sun Bufan gave a wry smile: "Only those with high intellect who like to play, having obtained the weapons from the strange house, can kill the humanoid monsters here; we wanted to pick them up but couldn't!"

Moreover, those folks are more enthusiastic about spiritual mushrooms and giant flowers; perhaps some of their hangers-on, finding it amusing, also snatched a few as keepsakes.

Heng Xian nodded, quickly gathered the silver tokens, then picked up the three white-clad individuals' tokens, discovering that the white-clad's tokens were no longer silver but golden, brighter and heavier than gold.

At this moment, the four men and women who had come with Sun Bufan had finished dressing, approached one after another with solemn expressions, and saluted: "Greetings, greetings, Senior Brother Heng; thank you for saving our lives!"

Actually, Heng Xian is much younger than them, not even from the same sect, but his cultivation is unfathomable; now, having opposed the Fourteen Sects, he happened to save them by chance; if they displease him, killing them would be just as easy—calling him Senior Brother incurs no loss, and extending a hand won't strike a smiling face.

Heng Xian had no mood for pleasantries, watching the nearby gray-clad figures gathering around, he said: "Let's leave first!"

The few immediately employed their movement techniques, running toward the northern thicket; taking advantage of the gray-clad's encirclement, they leapt out through a broken house's window, circled once, reached the hiding place of Lin Wu and Wu Lian, brought the two along, twisted left and right, and entered a secluded ruined building.

Only when the wailing gray-clad pursuers outside gradually dispersed did they relax.

Lin Wu and Wu Lian then stared at Heng Xian in astonishment.

The unmasked Heng Xian was too unfamiliar; just as he was about to speak, someone tapped him.

Heng Xian unconsciously ignored their small gestures, subtly sensed it—the faint killing intent still lingered, prompting him to look outward.

Unknown where this person hides, but it's certain: not a stronger "silver-clad monster", but a human, a Primordial Dan Realm expert!

"Master Xian, want a drink?" At this moment, Sun Bufan approached with two small jars of liquor.

Heng Xian smiled: "Is it appropriate?"

Sun Bufan dismissed: "With the Buddha seated in one's heart, wine and meat are nothing; provoke my anger, and I'll toy with those two girls!"

"That's a novel saying!" Heng Xian took the wine jar, snapped his fingers, and the two walked aside.

Sun Bufan glanced at the five behind him, lowered his voice: "Although you're incredibly strong, I still think you shouldn't have come!"

"How so?" Heng Xian took a sip of wine and asked.

Sun Bufan said solemnly: "The Fourteen Sects have sent down over two hundred Primordial Dan Realm cultivators; how many can you handle?"

Heng Xian thought, then spoke frankly: "Right now, if we truly fought, I might not be able to handle even one!"

Sun Bufan clapped his hands: "Exactly! The Primordial Dan Realm's natal treasure, spiritual sense lock, and ability to manipulate spiritual energy within a hundred meters are too heaven-defying; for a Qi Hai Realm cultivator, not to mention fighting, within a hundred meters of close combat, aside from fleeing, even martial techniques and Five Elements techniques cannot be unleashed!"

Heng Xian laughed: "Then what should we do?"

"You ask me what to do?" Sun Bufan widened his eyes: "Unless you suddenly break through to Primordial Dan Realm! But that's impossible—how can this damned place be a life-and-death pass? You're taking too great a risk!"

Saying that, he then added seriously: "As for how you'd dodge those elders lying in wait to ambush you when you go out, I have no way; but down here, there are a few people you ought to watch—keep your distance when nothing's happening, it'll be safer; I've prepared a list, waiting to hand it to you when we meet."

He reached out, took out a bamboo slip, and handed it over.

Heng Xian took it, smiling: "You went to the trouble!"

Sun Bufan bumped his wine jar against his: "We grew up bare-bottomed together; saying more is pointless! I can only help you this far!"

"Thanks!" Heng Xian nodded.

Just then, Lin Wu shouted over here: "The Tianyuan Sect's Senior Sister Bai Lianhua sent a voice transmission, saying she's coming over to pick us up and take us back!"

Sun Bufan stared for a moment: "What should we do?"

Heng Xian patted his shoulder: "Take care of yourself, I'm leaving first!"

As he spoke, his figure flashed and he disappeared out the window.

When he reappeared, he was already in a dark alley, glancing left and right, about to choose a direction to leave.

Just then, a strange figure appeared not far away, coldly saying: "I've been waiting for you for a while!"

(End of chapter)