Chapter 31: Sword Slash

In the forest, the night was pitch black.

A thick scent of blood lingered in the air, and even the rain could not wash it away.

Ye Xuan, Xue Hao, Heng Wei and Xiao Feng each bore numerous sword wounds, their faces pallid.

He glanced at Ah Cai Jiu Ren, who lay on the ground wailing in pain, then turned his gaze toward the person opposite, who held a sword hilt, was as tall as a long sword, and had disheveled hair.

Fear flickered in their eyes as they inched backward.

Heng Xian flicked off the blood from his sword tip, looking very satisfied; this sword saint talent move was explosively thrilling!

He looked toward the four.

His figure flashed, landing between Ye Xuan and Xiao Feng; the long sword shimmered with a hazy glow and thrust forward like flowing water!

The two, seeing this, did not shrink back; with equally fierce momentum, they swung their artifacts to meet it.

Yet upon contact they realized that Heng Xian's sword momentum was impossible to block!

Not only were its angles cunning and its variations endless, its sharpness terrifying, but it also struck straight at vital points, rendering both martial techniques and artifacts useless.

"Bang!"

Spiritual artifacts and spiritual energy collided violently, blasting a huge spray of earth and wood chips between the three.

Heng Xian held his sword and drifted back lightly.

Meanwhile, Ye Xuan's and Xiao Feng's artifacts slipped from their hands, several new sword wounds appeared on their bodies, and with a howl they were flung backward.

From a short distance, Xue Hao, upon seeing it, hurriedly stammered, "Brother, you've misunderstood, stop! My household has a little daughter, naturally charming, willing to be given to you as a concubine!"

"Damn!"

Heng Xian moved like a startled swan, his long sword thrust sharply.

Xue Hao had no thought of resisting and turned to flee.

"Pfft—" his left ankle snapped at the root, and he let out a scream as he fell to the ground.

Not far away, Heng Wei, upon seeing it, lost the last sliver of hope in his heart and, sword in hand, leapt straight into the sky to escape!

Heng Xian sneered, his spiritual energy surged to the limit, and he abruptly slashed two streams of sword qi.

Heng Wei instantly blocked with his sword, feeling as if a small hill had struck him twice, he spat a mouthful of fresh blood and toppled headfirst.

At this point, all thirteen lay down!

Heng Xian scanned the scene and stepped toward Heng Wei.

"No…" Heng Wei cried in terror, inching forward.

Heng Xian arrived behind him and stopped.

"Senior, spare me! I mean no ill intent!"

Heng Wei kept crawling forward, completely failing to recognize that his useless nephew was right behind him.

Heng Xian felt rather conflicted; this elder uncle not only lacked vision, but also had no backbone—truly a nobody!

At that moment, a rush of wind sounded from afar as a group of sword‑wielders swooped in.

Heng Xian, seeing this, flashed his figure and darted toward the eastern outskirts of the city.

"Huh..."

Heng Wei gasped heavily, lifted his head, and could only make out a fragment of Heng Xian's garment.

"Cough cough..." At that moment, behind him, Ye Xuan and Xue Hao struggled to sit up, their bodies nearly drenched in blood.

The few exchanged glances, each feeling a heart‑pounding thrill of having escaped death.

Only unsure whether to feel grateful or to curse their misfortune!

At this time, the city lord and the heads and elders of the great families arrived, and upon seeing the devastated forest and the thirteen blood‑splattered people, they were all greatly startled.

The city lord asked gravely, "What happened here?"

Ye Xuan wiped the blood from his mouth corner, gave a wry smile, and said, "That breakthrough guy acted without hesitation, striking outright!"

"How many did he have?" Xiao Nan Tian asked.

Ye Xuan shook his head, "Just himself!"

"Just him alone?!"

"Same realm, even higher; you thirteen versus one, completely defeated to this extent?"

The crowd gasped.

Heng Wei, still trembling, said, "One move of his gravely wounded nine people; that sword technique was unfathomably subtle—I couldn't comprehend it!"

Xue Hao chuckled wryly, "That sword, at least, is a middle‑grade, upper‑tier sword technique, and this man's spiritual energy is pure and thick, his power virtually ten times ours!"

"We simply couldn't block him!"

Elder Heng Xiu said gravely, "If it's a ground‑tier sword technique, he may truly be a great sect disciple! Where did he go?"

Heng Wei pointed east, "He seems to have headed outside the city!"

Dozens of people instantly split from the crowd to give chase.

Another group stepped forward, helping the injured Ye Xuan, Heng Wei and others to their feet one by one.

Fortunately, there were no deaths!

Yet seeing the worst‑offended Xue Hao, with sixteen sword wounds of all sizes, and Xiao Feng's broken lower leg, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

City lord Ye Baili looked east, "If you go east you'll leave the city; I hope this great sect disciple won't cause more trouble in our small town."

"Otherwise, we can only wait until he's weak and quietly surround and slaughter him."

The clan heads and elders all nodded in agreement.

All the clan chiefs and elders nodded in agreement.

Heng Xian made a quick round, ensured no one was following, ran to a small river, washed his face, and tidied his hair.

Heng Xian made a loop, confirmed no one was following, ran to a small river, washed his face, and tidied his hair.

Then, facing the faint dawn light, he discovered his stage embroidery sword had been hacked to pieces and was unusable.

He then solemnly buried his first sword in life, and afterwards hurried back to the Heng family.

On the way, he analyzed his realm and abilities.

Possessing the Sword Saint True Body, plus the Primordial Chaos State from breaking through his realm, his strength and spiritual power are at least ten to twenty times that of peers at the same realm.

And his swordsmanship far surpasses that of ordinary people!

However, saying he could instantly kill a group of Qi Condensation cultivators of similar level would be a bit exaggerated.

After all, in the forest just now, there was some element of catching the opponent off guard!

If it were broad daylight and both sides squared off, even if the 'Supreme Ultimate Sword Whirl' were stronger, it would be hard to achieve such a splendid move as just now!

Walking and thinking, he unknowingly entered the Heng family estate; ahead was his aunt Heng Yue Ruo's 'Listen Plum Court'.

Before the courtyard gate, a petite figure sat, chin resting on her hands, staring blankly at the night rain.

It was Xie Lingyu.

Heng Xian wasn't in the mood to talk, preparing to brush past her.

Xie Lingyu, however, widened her eyes at him: 'Yah! Where did you come back from? Why are your clothes all torn?'

Heng Xian said solemnly: 'I just went to a brothel and fooled around with two girls, overdoing it!'

'Pfft!' Xie Lingyu couldn't help laughing: 'You're so carefree playing around, you must have missed that divine person's breakthrough just now!'

'A divine person's breakthrough?' Heng Xian exclaimed in surprise.

Xie Lingyu said: 'It's when a Qi Condensation cultivator breaks through, and their treasure sword floats in the sky!'

Heng Xian thought, 'Fine, the commotion I caused was still quite big.'

Xie Lingyu let out a breath and added: 'By the way, in a few days I'll represent the Heng family at the East Lan Martial Assembly; as a friend, come cheer me on!'

Heng Xian nodded: 'Sure! As a friend, I'll go hack you to death!'

'Hehehe... okay, go ahead and hack!' Xie Lingyu covered her mouth and snickered.

Heng Xian wondered: 'You always hang out at the Heng family—what are you up to? Is the Spirit Sword Sect and the Xie family boring?'

Xie Lingyu's expression stalled: 'My father is the close nephew of the Heng family patriarch! My parents have received great kindness from the Heng family,

they once promised to let me marry into the Heng family; since I was fourteen, I come to stay at the Heng home for a few months each year, then go to the Spirit Sword Sect to cultivate!'

Heng Xian said: 'If that's the case, I should keep my distance from you; even Heng Ruze would be jealous enough to split walls!'

'Splitting walls? I always feel I don't quite understand what you're saying!'

Xie Lingyu sighed: 'Anyway, I have no interest in him; I don't want to marry him!'

Heng Xian said: 'If we must ally with the Heng clan through marriage, we need to find someone; how about this,'

'I still lack a little concubine to serve tea and water; would you like to come?'

'Pah!' Xie Lingyu spat: 'You dare call us old buddies, yet I can't be a proper wife?'

Heng Xian scoffed: 'You're flat-chested and flat-bottomed; what makes you fit to be a proper wife?'

Xie Lingyu widened her eyes: 'I still need to develop; who knows... maybe I'm good in bed?'

No sooner had she finished speaking than Heng Yue Ruo appeared, pushing a wheelbarrow from somewhere, staring agape at the two: 'What kind of tiger-wolf talk are you two having?'

'Auntie, I was just joking,' hehehe...' Xie Lingyu shrank her neck and ran into the Listen Plum Court.

Heng Xian gave a light cough, spoke solemnly: 'Aunt, good evening!'

Heng Yue Ruo sighed: 'The East Lan Martial Assembly is approaching; Lingyu this girl will represent the Heng family in battle.'

'Ruze will also participate; they are risking their lives to bring glory to the family!'

'Their relationship is quite special; for now… don't provoke them! Listen.'

'Afterward, Aunt will send you two busty, big‑buttied Southern Wasteland snow‑white mare girls!'

'I want eight!' Heng Xian held up his fingers.

Heng Yue Ruo chuckled: 'Deal!'

'See you later!' Heng Xian clasped his hands behind his head and headed back to the East Garden.

Heng Yue Ruo watched his back, letting out a soft sigh.

(End of Chapter)