Chapter 314: Liu Hanchun's Tricks and a One‑on‑One Duel

Heng Xian walked toward the source of the sound, a faint smile on his face.

Upon arriving, he saw a pool of hot water, its temperature scalding, petals scattered across the surface; a graceful figure lay sideways at the edge, her snow‑white back like congealed fat and the flattened half‑round of her chest faintly visible.

Her complexion was flushed, her eyes hazy, she looked up at Heng Xian, her red lips curved into a you‑person arc: "Little rascal, after being away so long, you finally come to see me—no conscience."

The old foolish woman is playing this trick again!

Heng Xian muttered inwardly, yet said aloud: "Ah, actually as soon as I returned to the sect I wanted to see you, Martial Uncle, but I had no time; after thinking it over, I realized I had to drop everything to come see you, so here I am!"

"Well then, take a good look!" Liu Hanchun's beautiful eyes gazed, full of charm.

Heng Xian stepped back: "Ah, Martial Uncle was bathing—never mind!"

He turned to leave.

Suddenly his waist tightened, a white silk caught him, he yanked hard and fell backward.

He had no time to react, diving headfirst into the pool.

Heng Xian sprang up, and right before him Liu Hanchun's delicate, blow‑able face, hazy eyes, and red lips came into view.

"Don't move!"

Liu Hanchun lightly wrapped her arms around his waist, their bodies pressed close, their noses almost touching, she exhaled like orchids, soft as water, saying: "Little troublemaker, tell me, have you missed me?"

"Martial Uncle, I……"

Heng Xian's expression was "flustered".

Liu Hanchun's eyes almost welled with water: "Don't speak, kiss me!"

Saying this, she closed her eyes, tilted her head, her red lips approaching; just as they were about to touch, she suddenly opened her eyes, stared blankly for a moment at the water below, and let out a "pfft" laugh.

She paddled with both hands to the other side of the pool, her face full of unspeakable pride: "You little brat, after not seeing each other for years, I don't believe I can't beat you—just based on your state of mind, hum……"

The more she said, the prouder she got, almost bursting into wild laughter.

However, the shyness and immaturity on Heng Xian's face vanished instantly; he raised his right hand from the water: "What's there to be proud about?"

The smug smile on Liu Hanchun's face froze: "Uh…… I don't believe it, get up!"

Heng Xian lightly leapt up, standing on the water surface, with nothing unusual about him.

Liu Hanchun softly snapped: "You little brat, are you still a man?"

Heng Xian rubbed his nose: "Of course I'm a man!"

Liu Hanchun snapped: "Then why, upon seeing this peerless beauty, Martial Uncle, do you feel nothing? Do I lack charm?"

Heng Xian sat by the pool: "First, you are my elder; if I recall correctly, you and my master are the same age this year—one hundred years old!"

"Second, you're trying too hard; the idiom 'Dongshi imitates the frown'—you've surely never heard of it."

"Let me put it this way: I have at least a hundred scenes in my mind that are ten times more erotic than yours—classics you could never imagine!"

Liu Hanchun stared for a moment: "What nonsense, you kid really are boring; you'll never have a dao partner in this life!"

Heng Xian spread his arms: "That's not certain; plenty of girls like me!"

"Pah!" Liu Hanchun spat: "Those girls only like your looks; if it came down to the real thing, they might not be willing!"

Saying this, she huffed, scooped water, rubbed her neck: "Spit it out—what do you want from me, old lady?"

Heng Xian pointed at her: "Martial Uncle, is it proper to bathe dressed like that?"

Liu Hanchun blinked, then snapped: "None of your business, behave yourself, still trying to take advantage!"

Heng Xian rubbed his nose: "All right! I'm here for two things: first, thank you, Martial Uncle Liu, for the talisman you gave me years ago; second, I actually came to seek your advice on crafting a natal magic treasure!"

"Never mind the talisman incident; I and your master actually knew that Song Rufeng would be adverse to you, intentionally letting you go with him to temper you—who could have foreseen the demonic transformation?"

Liu Hanchun's face grew serious: "As for the natal magic treasure, do you have any ideas? What form, what category?"

Heng Xian gave a wry smile: "I have no clue at all—that's why I came to you for guidance!"

Liu Hanchun leaned elegantly against the pool edge, saying: "Normal—many kids who just broke through to the Primordial Dan Realm feel lost; you, being a sword wielder, a natal magic treasure in sword form isn't quite suitable."

"If you really have no idea, write down ten preferences and then draw lots."

"Once chosen, it becomes simple: find the main material, the primary ingredient for forging; this directly determines the strength of your natal magic treasure—the more precious, the better!"

"Then, using the forging method for a natal magic treasure, refine and nurture it, and it can be completed in a year!"

Having said that, she flicked out a jade slip: "This is my secret formula for forging a natal magic treasure—take it, do not pass it on!"

Heng Xian reached out to take it, curious: "The main material?"

Liu Hanchun said: "Things like East Sea Cold Iron, Northern Territory Thunder Crystal, Middle Child Mountain Heavenly Iron—basically, the harder and higher‑grade, the better!"

Heng Xian hesitated a moment, then accepted the jade slip and bowed: "Thank you for your guidance, Martial Uncle! Disciple takes his leave!"

"Get lost, get lost!" Liu Hanchun seemed still angry about her recent "failure."

Heng Xian chuckled, turned, and walked outward.

From behind came Liu Hanchun's muttering: "You little punk, I don't believe I can't subdue you—wait till next time, I'll turn raw rice into cooked rice and let you know how formidable this hundred‑year‑old woman is……"

Heng Xian staggered a step and fled the room as if escaping.

Outside, he walked and pondered: the main material he certainly didn't have, and even his master and senior brothers surely didn't either.

He still needed to consult the Heavenly Hexagram; actually, one could also ask the Heavenly Hexagram about forging a natal magic treasure, but since he had no clue or inclination, the hexagram couldn't give an answer.

He opened the "Profound Yellow Heavenly Hexagram": "I need to forge a natal magic treasure—where nearby can I obtain the main material?"

The omen appeared clean and clear: 【Ruyi Slay Divine Spear!】

Heng Xian startled: "Ruyi Slay Divine Spear can be used to forge a natal magic treasure? Didn't you say its killing aura is too heavy, an ominous object?"

The omen showed: 【You can follow the natal magic treasure forging method just obtained, gradually dispel the killing aura of the Ruyi Slay Divine Spear, and cultivate it into your own natal magic treasure!】

Heng Xian felt delighted—this was practically ready‑made!

Just then, a figure appeared ahead, blocking his path.

Heng Xian looked up and saw a youth in True Transmission Disciple robes scrutinizing him; he couldn't help but ask: "What's up?"

The youth cupped his fists: "I am Lu Qi; may I ask if this junior brother is Heng Xian?"

Heng Xian had heard of that name before; after thinking, he smiled and said, "I am Heng Xian. Thank you, senior brother, for your kind words and support these past few days."

Lu Qi's expression turned serious: "You don't need to thank me; I want to duel you one-on-one."

Heng Xian asked in surprise: "Why?"

Lu Qi said earnestly: "One thing for one thing—I defended you because I was following the instructions of my master, True Person Liu Hanchun."

I want to duel you because I am thirteen years older than you; you joined the sect four years ago when I wasn't there, and I broke through to the Primordial Dan Realm three years before you did.

I am ranked twenty-ninth on the Earth Ranking, while you are first—I refuse to accept that!

Heng Xian patted his shoulder: "All right, I understand what you're thinking, senior brother, but I don't want to fight."

Lu Qi narrowed his eyes: "Why? Are you afraid?"

Heng Xian pondered for a moment: "You probably… can't even withstand half of my move!"

(End of chapter)