Chapter 38: Famous Throughout the City

Donglan City's triennial "Donglan Martial Arts Tournament" had ended!

The ending was awkward and silent.

The Heng family, which had originally been bullied to no end, had a disciple named Heng Xian emerge halfway through, pushing all the way and brutally abusing all the genius disciples of the various families!

The key was that this Heng Xian had transformed from a notorious spendthrift into a top-tier genius and Condensing Qi expert.

The strong contrast made everyone feel very uncomfortable, almost causing internal injuries.

As for the final ranking results of the various families in the martial arts tournament, it no longer mattered!

This year's "Donglan Martial Arts Tournament" was just a solo performance by Heng Xian!

In just one afternoon, Heng Xian's detailed personal information and fifteen years of life experience were placed in front of everyone from all the major families and powers:

In reality, there was nothing much to say about Heng Xian himself; he was transparent when he was young, and did all kinds of evil when he grew up.

Recently, he had inexplicably written a few good poems, had some literary talent, and had studied some pill prescriptions, and that was it!

His father was Heng De, the Heng family's wealth elder, thirty-seven years old, whose cultivation had been stuck at the second tier of the Condensing Qi Realm for several years.

His mother was named Murong Hanshui, thirty-one years old, a direct disciple of Elder Lu of the Da Luo Holy Sect, with a beauty that could topple cities and unfathomable cultivation!

The problem should lie with this pair of man and woman!

It is said that when Murong Hanshui was traveling, she encountered enemies, was seriously injured, and ended up on a mountain outside Donglan City.

She happened to meet the twenty-year-old Heng family direct-line disciple, Heng De.

After the two spent a year together, thunder hooked fire, and the pagoda suppressed the river demon, some things unsuitable for children happened,

and as a result, Heng Xian was born.

However, how did a little loli fall for a twenty-year-old fatty?

Did Heng De use some unspeakable means?

This... is truly puzzling!

Of course, these gossips had nothing to do with the main point.

The point was, thinking about it carefully, Murong Hanshui, as a true disciple of the Da Luo Holy Sect, had quite good aptitude!

A son usually follows his mother, so his aptitude would naturally not be bad!

This Heng Xian might have been a genius since he was very young!

The Heng family, to prevent Heng Xian from being wiped out in the cradle by enemies, created the notoriety of a spendthrift and wicked young master to cover it up.

Then, he was sent out as a surprise soldier at a critical moment!

The more one thought about it, the more it made sense!

This wave of Heng family's flashy operations was truly abominable!

"Slap!"

Ye Baili, Xiao Nantian, and the others all slammed the table:

"Damn it! That old thing Heng Xiu really knows how to play!"

Outside was like this, let alone inside the Heng family.

The entire Heng family was jubilant, even more lively than the New Year.

Wives and misses put up festive couplets and set off firecrackers, while children changed into new clothes and ran everywhere.

Meanwhile, Heng Xiu, the Heng Wei brothers, Heng Yue Ruo, and hundreds of key elders rushed toward the East Garden.

Arriving in front of Heng Xian's door, the excitement and tension of the group were beyond words.

After organizing their emotions, the group looked inside and saw Heng Xian lying on a recliner, holding a folding fan and fanning himself.

Su Wan'er and Lan Xiang were on either side, massaging his shoulders and pounding his legs.

How enjoyable!

However, it was truly deserved!

Old Master Heng Xiu cleared his throat: "Precious grandson, are the hands of these two girls a bit rough? Just say the word, and Grandfather will change them for fifteen with soft hands."

Heng Wei also smiled cheesily: "Precious nephew, your uncle was a jerk before and didn't discover the genius in our family, making you suffer. Today, I apologize to you.

Also, there are six thirteen-year-olds in your uncle's courtyard, and their techniques are professional. These two are getting on in years; if they're not good enough, why not change them?"

Su Wan'er and Lan Xiang: "..."

Heng Xian didn't even turn his head: "Technique-oriented maidservants aren't easy to train. The green melons in your place can't compare to my two ripe ones!"

"That makes sense!" Heng Wei and the others didn't understand, but that didn't stop them from nodding.

Old Master Heng Xiu hesitated: "Grandson, your cultivation..."

Heng Xian felt there was really nothing to say and waved his hand: "I've been a genius since I was a child, I can do anything. For specific details, my father knows it clearly!"

Everyone looked at Heng De.

Heng De's fat face changed several times: "Then... I am certainly clear about it!"

Old Master Heng Xiu gave a wink, and everyone said goodbye, closed the door, and rushed toward the "Wei Yuan Hall."

Heng Xian looked back at the direction the crowd had left and rubbed his eyebrows.

Winning against Ye Xiaoyao and those people today was nothing to be proud of; they were just a bunch of young second-generation cultivators with raw combat experience. How could they compare to his own skills after being calculated by the "Xuanhuang Heavenly Hexagram"?

Moreover, being in the spotlight today might not necessarily be a good thing!

First of all, the Heng family was indeed a bit decayed, and families like Ye, Xiao, and Li were bent on destroying the Heng family and carving up its resources.

This thought hadn't been a matter of one or two days.

The "Pill and Medicine Conference" and the "Donglan Martial Arts Tournament" clearly showed that various parties were pitting the Heng family against each other and trying to win over the Heng family's 3,000 retainers!

His spotlight would only accelerate the time for various parties to take action!

Secondly, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down. If a large-scale fight really broke out, he, this "genius," would definitely be the first to bear the brunt!

"Young Master, we are not old!"

At this time, Lan Xiang said pitifully: "This servant is only sixteen this year, and Sister Wan'er is only seventeen!"

Su Wan'er also nodded softly: "Yes, Young Master, this servant is not old at all!

I heard that you were mighty and domineering today, killing in all directions.

It turns out Young Master is so strong, this servant... really wants to play the flute for Young Master!"

Heng Xian couldn't help but point at her: "The flute you play really has no technical content; I'm not listening!"

"I can do it too, my technique is quite good, I'll help you!"

A pleasant voice came from in front of the door.

Heng Xian turned his head and saw Xie Lingyu, who was wrapped in thick gauze and wearing thick outer clothes, looking like a winter melon.

However, her figure didn't affect her beauty at all; she was smiling, her eyebrows like paintings.

"Technique is good," "help me"...

Heng Xian was instantly moved and hesitated: "You are so seriously injured, is it appropriate?"

Xie Lingyu blinked: "I have the holy medicine of the Spirit Sword Sect, and it's not a troublesome thing; it doesn't take much effort!"

Heng Xian sat up awkwardly: "Hehe, then... I'll accept it without being modest?"

Heng family "Wei Yuan Hall."

An elder said: "No wonder the Second Master has always said Heng Xian has the potential of a Great Emperor! Hiss, now that I think about it, it makes a lot of sense!"

Everyone nodded: "Indeed!"

Heng De smiled indifferently: "I, the True Lord of the Waves, Heng De, would I make fun of my own son?"

Old Master Heng Xiu coughed: "Tell us about Heng Xian quickly. I have owed this grandson too much. With such a grandson in the family, I...

I have always scolded him as a spendthrift. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid I've chilled his heart!"

Saying this, his eyes turned red.

"Father, you're being sentimental!" Heng Wei patted his father's back and sighed, "Having said that, we do owe Xian'er a lot. I said that to him last time, and I feel stupid just thinking about it.

Second Brother, you hid it from us so well, tell us about him quickly!"

Heng De said with emotion: "It has to start fifteen years ago. His mother and I met at Heng Xian Mountain, we fell in love, and she became pregnant.

On the night before my wife Hanshui gave birth, I had a dream.

I dreamed of a huge sun descending from the sky, and in the middle of the sun was a withered bone.

That withered bone said to me, one million years ago, the heavens changed, the domains appeared, and the saints perished.

He was the Holy Lord Meng Qi, escorting the treasure of the Southern Wilderness Great Emperor on his travels. What treasure was it... I forgot..."

Speaking of this, Heng De frowned.

A group of elders gasped: "Terrifying!"

Heng Wei scratched his chin: "My nephew is a genius, no doubt, but your story... is not very reasonable, Second Brother, did you make it up? How can a skeleton talk?

Even if it could talk, how could it sit in the sun? Wouldn't it be roasted? And what cultivation level is Holy Lord Meng Qi, how did he know the Southern Wilderness Great Emperor?"

"You contrarian, I'm not saying anymore!" Heng De put on airs.

Old Master Heng Xiu tapped the table: "Speak!"

Heng De scratched his head and said: "After the skeleton finished speaking, it threw something down and said that encountering a Sword Saint True Body was just so-so, success or failure depends on fate. It was going to dissipate, and then it flew away!

Then I woke up, and it just so happened that my wife Hanshui also woke up. I asked, and she had the exact same dream!

The next day she gave birth to Xian'er!

I ask you, if my son doesn't have the potential of a Great Emperor, who does?"

"Hiss—" A group of elders gasped again, "Terrifying!"

Heng Wei continued to rub his chin, opening his mouth to speak.

"Shut your mouth!" Old Master Heng Xiu pointed at Heng Wei, then said: "Xian'er is the number one genius of our Heng family. From now on, no one is allowed to speak loudly to him.

We must focus on cultivating him; give him whatever he wants!

He will be the next Patriarch, and when he comes of age, pass the Heavenly Que Sword to him!"

"Hiss—" A group of elders looked at each other.

Old Master Heng Xiu widened his eyes: "You bastards, what's with all the gasping all night?"

A group of elders immediately became serious: "We feel that Young Master Xian deserves the highest and best resources!"

East Garden, on the roof.

The moon hung high, and the breeze was gentle.

Heng Xian and Xie Lingyu sat close together.

"You are really good at disguising. No wonder your poems are so good and your pill refining is so powerful!

It turns out you are a true genius; even compared to the true disciples of our Spirit Sword Sect, you are not inferior at all!"

Xie Lingyu pouted, looking quite cute.

Heng Xian coughed: "I think it's better to skip the big talk and get straight to the theme, what do you think?"

"Play the flute?" Xie Lingyu tilted her head.

Heng Xian's face turned slightly red: "Well, to be honest, I... really haven't tried it, I'm quite looking forward to it!"

"Then let's start!" Xie Lingyu nodded.

Heng Xian rubbed his hands: "Then... do we need any steps? I think it's better to have some sense of ritual!"

Xie Lingyu's face turned red: "Don't be so formal, I don't play very well!"

"Don't be modest!" Heng Xian scratched his nose.

Xie Lingyu said seriously: "Alright, the first step is to take it out!"

Heng Xian's face also turned red: "Do you take it... or do I take it?"

Xie Lingyu smiled: "Of course I take it!"

"Polite! Sorry for the trouble!" Heng Xian leaned back, half-covering his eyes.

Xie Lingyu seriously opened her carry-on bag, and after a while, took out a green wooden flute, introducing it as if it were a serious matter:

"This is carved from a green jade tree, with eight holes, also called an eight-hole flute. My master taught me how to play 'Peacock Comes West,' listen carefully!"

Heng Xian put down his hand, his expression frozen, and said dryly: "Do... do you think you're very humorous?"

"Ah?" Xie Lingyu said in surprise: "Humorous? No!"

Heng Xian rubbed his eyebrows: "I thought you were different from Wan'er! After all, you've seen CG paintings! It turns out you are also a vulgar person!"

"What is the necessary connection between CG paintings and playing the flute?" Xie Lingyu frowned and thought hard.

Just then, Heng De walked over from afar, shouting loudly from a distance: "Stinky kid, come down, I have something to talk to you about!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 39 =====