Chapter 371: with translation of chapter title

As that old man appeared, the temperature of the entire hunting ground dropped several degrees, and the juniors of the Postnatal Realm fainted en masse.

Not far away, Wang Ling leaned close to Xiao Yu Jian's side and said, "What a terrifying aura—what realm is this old man in?"

Xiao Yu Jian's expression grew solemn as he murmured, "The aura is elusive, somewhere between the Yuan Dan Initial Realm and the Yuan Dan Middle Realm—at least two hundred years old, his spiritual qi compressed to the extreme, old yet fiercely potent!"

"Grandfather!" At this moment, Song Nantian pointed at Heng Xian and said, "This person, relying on his cultivation, acts lawlessly—he captured your great-granddaughter, razed your heavenly palace residence, and seeks to annihilate the Song clan!"

"Huh?" The old man looked at Heng Xian and asked, "Is that true?"

Heng Xian casually tossed Song Dou'er aside and replied bluntly, "Yes!"

The old man stared, then his face turned cold: "Your answer is blunt—good! Today I'll kill a Yuan Dan Initial Realm cultivator like you, take your blood and qi and your inner elixir—it won't be in vain for me to come out once!"

Heng Xian shifted his posture and sat upright, saying, "You old stiff‑necked fool, what nonsense are you spouting? If you've got the guts, make a move!"

"As you wish!" The old man's aura surged again, approaching the Yuan Dan Middle Realm, and a towering black mist rose behind him.

That black mist brimmed with evil and gloom; everyone present shuddered involuntarily and instinctively stepped back.

"Die!"

Within the black smoke, a strange hand claw suddenly protruded—snow‑white, crawling with red and black sinews—wreathed in hellish black smoke and an unmatched aura, it lunged straight at Heng Xian to seize him.

All the buildings along its path were corroded by the black smoke, riddled with holes, shocking to behold, and instantly coated with a layer of frost.

"Xian'er, be careful!" Aunt Heng Yue shouted from afar.

Meanwhile, Song Nantian pulled Dou'er behind him, gazed at the ancestral bone claw, and laughed loudly: "Welcome death!"

Heng Xian's expression remained blank; he simply fixed his stare on the bone claw.

Until the bone claw's aura grew ever denser and more terrifying, looming right before him.

He leapt into mid‑air, extended his right hand, and the Chi Mei Sword flashed forth; his aura likewise rose to the peak of the Yuan Dan Initial Realm as he thrust a single sword.

Sword of Evil!

"Whoosh——"

An incomparably evil aura swept outward, its force several times greater than that of the bone claw.

"Hum——"

The vast, matchless sword qi condensed into a ferocious, sharp treasure sword, imbued with intense malice, and stabbed toward the bone claw.

A treasure sword and a bone claw rapidly approached each other.

"Boom——"

A violent explosion rang out, spreading in all directions; the entire Nan Yan City trembled three times.

In the hunting ground, those with low cultivation fainted en masse; even Song Nantian, the ladies and elders of the great families swayed a few times.

When the view refocused, they saw the bone claw in the air split in half; the sword's afterimage remained undissipated, streaking straight toward the Song clan patriarch's chest.

"Pfft——"

It pierced straight through his body.

"Ah——"

The Song clan patriarch cried out in pain, spat blood, flew backward upside‑down, and heavily smashed into a building.

Looking again at Heng Xian, he had not retreated a step; his long sword pointed to the ground, his hair flew wildly, and his aura was peerless.

Victory was decided in an instant!

The Song clan patriarch fell in a single move!

"He… actually… lost!"

Song Nantian and the other Song family members turned ashen‑faced.

"Fellow Daoist, wait!"

The Song clan patriarch struggled up from the ruins, blood at the corners of his mouth, feeble and aged, he said: "Old man I am of modest talent, no match for you, Fellow Daoist—but please, considering I am over two hundred years old and cultivation has not been easy, spare this old man!"

"These Song descendants are not close to me; do with them as you wish!"

He cleanly and decisively sold out the Song clan!

Song Nantian lost all hope, slumped to his knees with a vacant stare, and said, "A thousand mistakes, ten thousand mistakes—all are my fault alone; kill me and spare the Song clan!"

Song Dou'er, eyes brimming with tears, immediately stepped in front of her father and said, "Senior Brother Heng, I heard you were just taken back to the Tianyuan Sect; please consider your own innocence and stop committing slaughter!"

"If today someone must die to quell your anger, let me, Song Dou'er, die and spare my family!"

"Spare your family?" Heng Xian chuckled, "When have you ever spared my family?"

"This…" the people of the Twenty‑One City Alliance all looked a bit dazed.

His family?

They all turned their gazes in unison toward Heng Yue, gradually realizing the truth.

Song Nantian asked, "Who is your family?"

Heng Xian replied coldly, "My father—none other than the northern merchant Heng De you see—still languishes in your Song clan's water prison, cold and miserable!"

"What crime has he committed? Is it that he failed to provide the tribute you Song clan and the whole city demand?"

"Why, when he conducts his business honestly, must you toy with him and humiliate him thus?"

"And you still want to seize his business and take it over? Have you ever considered that he has a son who will come to reason with you?"

Saying this, he lashed out with a sword.

"Boom——"

The hunting ground's gates split in two, leaving a deep gully in the earth!

"To avenge the insult to my father, not killing you is already my greatest mercy!"

"Huh?"

"This…"

These words spoken, a single stone stirred up a thousand waves.

In the whole hunting ground, everyone was shaken until they felt dazed.

The son of the fat merchant Heng De???

How could someone so fat have such a handsome and terrifying son?

Things seemed to have changed in an instant!

Heng Xian is no longer relying on his cultivation to act recklessly and bully the weak; he is now a pure-hearted filial son seeking revenge for his father!

Even if you talk until the ends of the earth, no one can find fault with him.

Song Nantian's face turned pale as he slumped and kowtowed: "Sorry! Sorry! My heart was momentarily blinded by greed!"

Song Dou'er ahead trembled, his face also turned pale; the righteous vigor he had just shown vanished completely.

In the distance, Heng Ruoyu couldn't hold back her tear-filled eyes, murmuring: "Brother, having such a son, what more could one ask for? The Heng family having such a son, what is there to worry about not flourishing!"

"Wow!" the Song family elder in the ruins exclaimed, energized: "You unfilial descendants, actually bullying a fellow Daoist to this extent—truly courting death! Hurry up and release that person's father! No, fetch him out!"

"Alright, alright, alright, we're going." Song Nantian and a group of Song family elders hurriedly got up, turned, and rushed toward the Song family manor.

Heng Xian then let out a breath, landed on the ground, and step by step walked toward Heng Ruoyu, bowing deeply: "Thank you, Aunt, for taking care of my father these past days and letting you suffer injustice; with me here, it won't happen again."

Heng Ruoyu instantly felt everything was worthwhile, unable to hold back tears streaming down her face, she shook her head vigorously: "It's fine, Xian'er, you've truly grown up!"

"Right? How many points would this sentimental act score?" Heng Xian laughed heartily and embraced Heng Ruoyu.

Heng Ruoyu laughed through tears: "What points? Only our family can understand your nonsense; I'd give it nine points, deduct one for fear you'd get arrogant."

"Hehe…" The Wang family elders and Wang Qing, who had been silently watching nearby, burst into laughter.

Heng Xian glanced at the surrounding crowd and said: "Let's go fetch Father out—I haven't seen him in years!"

Heng Ruoyu nodded: "Good!"

……

Song family manor, outside the water prison.

Heng Xian, Heng Ruoyu, the Wang family members, Song Nantian and other Song family members, along with prominent figures from the whole city and even the alliance of twenty-one cities, gathered together, gazing at the water prison gate.

Heng Xian felt a little nervous; it had really been a long time since he'd seen his father.

Maybe this guy is a fatso, unreliable and talentless, but it was he who gave me all warmth, care, and paternal love after my solitary rebirth, tolerating all my flaws; in his eyes I surpass all children under heaven, possessing the potential of a great emperor, unmatched!

He suddenly felt an urgent desire to gain this fat man's approval!

Just then, a somewhat lewd voice came from inside: "Brother Song, the food and drink have been decent lately; I don't even want to go out. How about we hit the brothel tonight and fool around with some girls? I'll treat!"

One person, she three—I love the flying celestial pose; how about you? Hey, why does your complexion look off?

"Heng, Heng Granduncle, someone's come to fetch you out!" another voice said.

The lewd voice said: "I don't care about all that; I just want to eat, drink, whore, and gamble to relieve my boredom—even immortals can't stop me!"

Heng Xian's cheeks involuntarily twitched a few times.

A large crowd all around, some looking up at the sky, some looking down at the ground.

(End of chapter)