Chapter 312

Fighting one hundred and eighty people alone in the same realm and winning... this kind of thing...

It's like a farmer single-handedly dealing with a dozen imperial concubines, which is hard to accept.

The key is that there are witnesses.

Senior Brother Niu Wanli is a well-known honest and loyal person; he has no reason to flatter Heng Xian and talk nonsense.

The low-to-middle-level disciples and ordinary elders of the entire Tianyuan Sect were nothing but dazed.

Then, some people began to deduce under what circumstances a person could fight one hundred and eighty people of the same realm alone.

Perhaps these one hundred and eighty people were on drugs?

Perhaps these one hundred and eighty people were poisoned?

Perhaps these one hundred and eighty people were trapped in a formation?

Unfortunately, many assumptions couldn't withstand scrutiny because Senior Brother Niu Wanli clearly stated that everyone was in their peak state at the time.

This was unsolvable!

Everyone deduced back and forth, but everyone still felt that this was simply an impossible thing.

But now Heng Xian is first on the Earth Ranking, and the sect would never joke about such things!

Thus, another wave of heated discussion arose about why Heng Xian could fight one hundred and eighty people alone and what exactly happened in the ancient ruins.

As for the matter of "expelling Heng Xian from the sect", it was selectively forgotten.

Subsequently, within three days, at least seven or eight experts on the Earth Ranking decided to find Heng Xian for sparring to verify it.

There were also a bunch of young disciples who had entered the sect in the last four years who were extremely curious about Heng Xian.

The disciples who sent challenge letters and blocked the foot of Kuliu Peak, hoping to see Heng Xian's true face, were as numerous as cow hair every day.

"It's really strange. These people are so strange. A few days ago, they couldn't wait to expel Little Junior Uncle from the sect, and these days they treat Little Junior Uncle as an idol, shouting every day at the foot of the mountain that they want to see Little Junior Uncle. Isn't it annoying!"

On the small path of Kuliu Palace, Liuli and Nan Xian were dressed like little palace maids, holding snacks, talking endlessly.

Nan Xian laughed: "These people, their cultivation cannot be improved for the time being, and they don't have the qualifications to enter secret realms. They can only rely on the accumulation of time to practice. They have nothing to do, and they don't want to degenerate into 'No One Cares', so they can only do some boring things.

They slandered Little Junior Uncle a few days ago, and these days they are following others to study Little Junior Uncle. They just follow the crowd."

Liuli stuck out her tongue: "These days, Master received twenty-seven challenge letters for Little Junior Uncle, all from terrifying genius experts on the Earth Ranking. Little Junior Uncle won't accept the challenge, will he?"

Nan Xian spat: "Little Junior Uncle is an existence who fought one hundred and eighty alone; how could he fight them one-on-one? It's a joke."

As they were talking, they arrived at Heng Xian's small courtyard in front.

The two junior sisters looked inside cautiously and were instantly stunned.

They saw Heng Xian sitting by a small pond in the courtyard, his upper body bare, his skin fair, his physique lean and strong, but there were three striking scars on his back.

He was practicing swordsmanship, each sword like a meteor floating shadow, making the water pond roll and surge, with high waves rising.

The two junior sisters ignored the swordsmanship and were shocked by Heng Xian's back and scars.

It wasn't until Heng Xian said without turning his head: "Don't be dazed, put the snacks in the room, and go help me watch the monkey when you have nothing to do; don't let it run around."

The two junior sisters reacted, their faces turning red, and they hurried into the main house with their heads down. Just as they reached the steps, they saw someone coming toward them.

The two junior sisters looked up and found that it was another Little Junior Uncle, also bare-chested. They were stunned for a moment, then slowly turned their heads to look at the side of the small pond, where the Little Junior Uncle practicing swordsmanship was still practicing.

Two Little Junior Uncles...

"Ah!"

The sisters screamed, dropped the snacks, and turned to run.

Heng Xian shook his head, the figure practicing swordsmanship by the small pond instantly retracted, merging into one, and he reached out, catching the two trays steadily.

Two of himself, of course, was the body duplication technique. After the Yuan Dan Realm, that duplicate was no longer a "skinned alien" but exactly the same as himself.

Now he had actually fooled the two little girls!

Very successful.

He smiled and turned back to the room.

The snacks were things like osmanthus cakes and purple lotus powder balls made by Senior Sister, and the taste was average.

He sat down cross-legged, put on his coat, and tasted a few bites casually.

In the past few days, all kinds of practice had gone smoothly, but the top priority was to get the life-bound magic treasure out.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sound of wind breaking outside, and Senior Brother Ma Xiaohua and Ye Batian both landed in front of the door, asking curiously: "Little Junior Brother, the two little girls said there were two of you; what's going on?"

"Nothing, practiced a small spell, the little girls haven't seen the world." Heng Xian hurriedly got up, pulled them to sit down, and said: "You came just in time; help me consult on the life-bound magic treasure!"

Ma Xiaohua laughed: "Don't ask me; I haven't reached that level yet!"

Ye Batian asked: "What are your requirements for the life-bound magic treasure? For example, what shape do you like? Do you have any ideas?"

Heng Xian thought for a while and shook his head: "No clue at all!"

Ye Batian flicked his finger, and a hairpin with flowing light and color flashed out. The room instantly filled with hazy spiritual aura fluctuations, and a sharp aura lingered.

"This is my life-bound magic treasure. It has the ability to take lives unexpectedly. I named it 'Hairpin Flower'," Ye Batian said a bit embarrassedly. "Senior Sister doesn't have much ambition; I'm used to playing with needles and thread, and I'm only interested in this kind of sharp thing!"

"There is such a hobby in the world; do you like to poke people? Then we have to be careful..." Ma Xiaohua's eyes widened.

Before he could finish, he was hit heavily by Ye Batian.

Heng Xian looked at the hairpin and frowned. Still no clue. Use a sword? It lacked novelty.

Ye Batian saw his hesitation and laughed: "Life-bound magic treasures can be anything in heaven and earth, as long as you like it and use it comfortably. But you need to carve inscriptions and warm it with your heart and blood. If you really have no way, you can go to the Merit Hall and ask Senior Uncle Liu; she is an expert in this!"

Liu Hanchun?

Heng Xian nodded: "Good!"

"I wonder if this Junior Uncle Heng will appear today?"

"Should we go up and visit?"

"That won't do. Didn't you hear? The Kuliu Peak Master Junior Uncle is famous for being difficult to deal with!"

At the foot of Kuliu Peak, two or three hundred disciples from each peak were gathered, most of them new disciples who had entered in the last four years.

At this time, a beautiful young girl said: "Do any of the fellow disciples and nephews present here have seen Junior Uncle Heng in person?"

Another male disciple said: "Yes, help us describe Junior Uncle Heng's appearance. How tall is he? What is his temper like?"

A young man with a small mustache stroked his chin: "I did see Junior Brother Heng once four years ago!"

"Swish—"

Everyone looked over: "Tell us quickly!"

The young man with the small mustache was quite proud, smiled faintly, and said: "I was just a small inner disciple who had entered the sect for three years, and I was full of hope for practice. At that time, the sky..."

A group of disciples full of expectations had their expressions freeze instantly. A girl said: "This senior brother, can you be direct? Please don't boast! We are not interested in you!"

The mustache's cheek twitched: "Okay, I saw Junior Brother Heng in the Dianjing Building once, but he was just a little boy, fifteen or sixteen years old. Now that he's an adult, he should be a bit different!"

"Hey!" Everyone was a bit disappointed.

Just then, a young man in a white true disciple uniform with gold edges walked down from the mountain peak.

Bright eyes, handsome appearance, unique temperament—one look at him, and it was hard to move one's eyes away.

And the more one looked, the more one felt he was different, and the more one felt he had an unusual charm.

"Wow! What a handsome and charming true disciple senior brother!"

A group of female disciples couldn't help but be stunned.

A group of male disciples wanted to slander him, but they really had no reason to slander him.

Seeing that the "true disciple senior brother" was about to pass by, a female disciple hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "This senior brother, may I ask if you are a disciple of Kuliu Peak?"

(End of chapter)