Chapter 474: Great Nephew???

Inside the woodshed, Song San Ye and Dong Er, upon hearing, quickly separated.

Dong Er hurried off to boil the pot, while Song San Ye anxiously looked outside: "What are you two young men talking about? I just feel sorry for this child working hard from dawn till dusk!"

"You're kidding?"

Two youths walked in from outside.

The slightly plump youth sized them up and said: "No wonder you look so alike—you're actually father and daughter. If the Daoist nun finds out, humph!"

The slender youth also said: "Dong Er will surely die, and you, Song San Ye, are finished too!"

Song San Ye quickly stepped in front of Dong Er: "What exactly do you want?"

"Us?" the two youths exchanged a glance and said with a grin: "We've got you! Hand over the Great Return Pill in your hand, and from now on, you must supply three thousand low-grade spirit crystals each month, or we'll keep your secret!"

"No way!" Song San Ye put away the medicine bottle: "You're being excessive! This pill is my life's savings, and you demand three thousand low-grade spirit crystals a month? Why don't you go rob? The Daoist nun only gives me twenty-five hundred a month, and I still have to buy supplies for the Daoist temple!"

"Then it's none of our business!" the two youths crossed their arms: "Give it or not!"

Song San Ye's face darkened: "Don't think I'm easy to bully!"

"Or are you not easy to bully?"

The plump youth blinked and said: "What do you have? We're both from aristocratic families; even if we become lackeys, we have backing. You have none—your origins are like duckweed; if you're bullied, you just have to endure!"

"I—I..." Song San Ye muttered, but couldn't get the words out.

"You're a white-eyed wolf, a shameless traitor!"

Just then, a clear, cold voice came from outside.

Upon hearing it, the two youths immediately bent over like fawning lapdogs and stepped to the side.

Song San Ye's face instantly lost all color.

Just then, a shadow flashed at the door; five Daoist temple priests escorted a white Daoist nun in a brand-new Taiji robe inside. The nun, who had been somewhat kind, now wore a face full of jealousy as she looked at Song San Ye and said coldly: "You wretch who bites the hand that feeds you—I raised and cared for you, yet you dare to have an affair with another's daughter behind my back. Where do you think you can put my face? Hmm?"

Song San Ye fell to his knees with a thud: "Daoist nun, please hear my explanation!"

"You good-for-nothing! If I hadn't taken you in, you'd be dead already—what's there to explain?"

The white Daoist nun raised her hand; strong pressure emanated from her palm—one strike and Song San Ye and his daughter would surely die.

Behind them, the two youths' faces already bore smug, vengeful smiles.

However, just then, a Daoist child came running in from outside, panting: "Daoist nun, a guest has arrived!"

The white Daoist nun lowered her hand: "What kind of guest has you so panicked?"

The Daoist child stammered: "His sword is terrifying!"

"Huh?" the white Daoist nun turned and went out.

A group of Daoist priests and the two youths also curiously followed outside.

Inside the room, only Song San Ye and Dong Er remained; father and daughter exchanged a glance and involuntarily embraced, tears streaming.

Dong Er looked up and said: "Father, what should we do? Will the Daoist nun kill us?"

Song San Ye gritted his teeth: "If we really can't, let's go home with Father!"

Dong Er said: "Mother's dead—we have no home left!"

Song San Ye said bitterly: "There should still be a home—a big one with many people. I once secretly inquired: your grandfather and two uncles are still alive, along with a bunch of your cousins, fellow clansmen. I suppose... with my current cultivation, they'll forgive me!"

Outside the Daoist temple courtyard, the scene was now quite different.

See, in the middle of the guests' gathering, a sword had been plunged into the ground—a blade wholly red-black, yet exuding a chilling killing aura!

The blade sank into the hard Huayan steel stone, cracking the ground throughout the courtyard—testament to the sword's terrifying power!

At the hilt, sword qi howled incessantly, an indescribable terrifying force shooting straight into the heavens.

It seemed as if the entire Daoist temple had been seized by this sword!

Exactly, that's the feeling.

The group of guests jumped up in shock and stood to the side.

The white Daoist nun hurried over with her entourage, astonished at the sight, then followed the strange sword's gaze forward and saw a youth reclining sideways on the temple's main gate.

That youth was tall and slender, his features as handsome as a woman's, his bearing transcendent and peerless—though at the moment his face bore a hint of nonchalance and boredom.

Obviously, the sword belonged to that youth.

The white Daoist nun's face involuntarily showed a flash of astonishment.

"Bold—where did you come from…"

"Slap!"

The plump youth beside him was about to shout bluffing threats when the white Daoist nun slapped him.

The white Daoist nun stepped forward a few paces, clasped her hands, and smiled: "May I ask where you come from, fellow cultivator, and what brings you here?"

Heng Xian looked at her, then glanced at the nearby people—seven Qi Hai Realm late-stage cultivators, plus the white Daoist nun's two Yuan Dan Initial Realm cultivators—and said: "I heard you're comparing treasures here; though I'm unworthy, I'd like to join the contest!"

The white Daoist nun still accompanied with a smile: "What do you wish to compare, fellow cultivator?"

Heng Xian pointed at the sword and said: "Let's compare swords—my blade has slain at least a hundred thousand, its killing aura is heavy, its weight is just right; if any of you can pull it out, I'll admit defeat and leave!"

"And if we can't pull it out?" another Yuan Dan elder besides the white Daoist nun asked.

Heng Xian laughed, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "Simple—we'll kill you and take your treasures!"

Everyone's faces instantly darkened, including the white Daoist nun's.

The Yuan Dan elder said: "Looks like another treasure‑seeking evil cultivator has shown up?"

"Not quite an evil cultivator," Heng Xian said, "just a simple comparison—seize a treasure!" He crossed his legs: "You choose! I give you only ten breaths—ten, nine…"

The white Daoist nun and that Yuan Dan elder exchanged a glance, then suddenly erupted with mighty aura, striking from left and right at Heng Xian.

The other seven or eight Qi Hai Realm cultivators, unwilling to be outdone, surged their aura and attacked from all sides.

But as soon as they made a move, they realized they were wrong—gravely mistaken.

Because the youth on the gate suddenly burst forth with a towering sword qi!

Although the youth's cultivation was only at the Yuan Dan Initial Realm, the scale and sharpness of this sword qi were something they had never seen in their lives!

「Whoosh—」

「Whoosh whoosh whoosh……」

White Daoist Nun, Yuan Dan Initial Realm Old Man, and seven Qi Sea late-stage cultivators flew back upside-down faster than they came, crackle— fell in a heap.

Almost everyone's body was covered in sword marks!

White Daoist Nun and the Yuan Dan Initial Realm Old Man fared worst; hardly any good skin remained on their bodies, they staggered and fell to the ground, glanced at each other, and saw a hint of despair in each other's eyes!

This youth, also at the Yuan Dan Initial Realm, is too strong—absurdly so! It feels as if we two have cultivated all this time only to acquire a false Yuan Dan; two against one, yet we have no power to resist!

Not far away, the two lover youths of the White Daoist Nun were also blown away by the powerful sword qi gang wind, nearly losing breath, they struggled to rise, their eyes filled with terror.

Heng Xian landed on the ground then, step by step approached the White Daoist Nun; halfway he gripped the Chi Mei Sword, and with a 'Canglang' sound drew it, pointing at her throat.

The sharp sword qi instantly broke through the White Daoist Nun's painfully gathered protective gang qi, leaving a conspicuous blood spot on her throat: 'White Cat Brush, give it to me!'

「White, white……」 the White Daoist Nun trembled, about to reach into her bosom.

At that moment, in the corner, Song San Ye, who was carrying luggage and leading Dong'er preparing to flee, glanced over furtively; upon seeing Heng Xian clearly, he froze: 'Great, great nephew??'

(End of chapter)