Chapter 483: Only 500 People Can Remain

Heng Xian always thought he wasn't a good‑natured person; when someone suddenly bore killing intent toward him, he would of course retaliate without hesitation.

But he felt even more that this kind of mutual slaughter, treated by the Gongsun Family as a game of beasts, was harder to accept.

He said: "If it weren't to save people, I'd now want to run to the Gongsun Family and set them on fire!"

"Also throw some feces into their pot!"

Bu Fan nodded in agreement, then said: "Those sword‑flying kids behind are still watching; we still need to enter the mountains—give me an idea."

Heng Xian waved his hand: "Go in first, take out those who actively attack us—that doesn't count as too heavy a killing intent!"

The two followed the surrounding crowd, quickening their pace.

Heng Xian glanced at Bu Fan's aura as they walked: "What cultivation technique do you practice? You've even concealed your cultivation!"

Bu Fan gave a hehe laugh and said: "Three years ago, the disciples of Lingtai Mountain held a Bitter Sea seated meditation competition; I placed second with thirty‑seven days and nine hours. The temple asked what reward I wanted for a cultivation technique, and I voluntarily chose a book utterly useless but able to conceal cultivation and disguise as an ordinary person's low‑level spell. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Heng Xian exclaimed.

Bu Fan said seriously and solemnly: "To pretend! Imagine, when I someday achieve Nascent Soul perfection, transform the infant into spirit, become a Divine Transformation old monster, disguising myself as an ordinary person—that's the ultimate 'don't underestimate a poor youth, thirty years east, thirty years west' scene; just thinking about it is thrilling!"

Heng Xian stared: "You've painstakingly cultivated, and yet…… it's just to…… pretend with these meaningless pretensions!"

"Of course!" Bu Fan said with a lonely expression: "I don't seek fame in the world, only to have my pretensions known for eternity; that mental exhilaration is quite addictive!"

Heng Xian remained silent for a while, then said: "So you concealed your cultivation in the outer city, got caught and brought in here just to wait for someone to fuck you?"

Bu Fan bared his white teeth in a smile: "Instantly fucking everyone against the wind feels great; I aim to place in the top ten!"

"Got guts!" Heng Xian gave a thumbs‑up.

"I accept your concession!" Bu Fan clasped his fists.

As they were speaking, they entered the forest ahead; the moment they stepped in, their faces changed instantly.

Because the forest possessed an indescribable formation power, it surged like a mountain roar and sea tsunami, suppressing their entire cultivation!

Moreover, the deeper one's cultivation, the heavier the seal on spiritual power.

In other words, upon arriving here, cultivation becomes mere decoration—useless!

Everyone who entered now stands on the same level!

More crucially, at this moment, one hundred forty to fifty people stood opposite, each eyeing them like wolves and tigers.

"Uh..."

Heng Xian and Bu Fan fell silent.

The group opposite had already begun to slowly surround them.

"Should we say something slick right now?" Bu Fan swallowed saliva.

"Fuck everyone against the wind—you go first!" Heng Xian said solemnly.

"Go slaughter in all directions! You're the number one genius on Tianyuan Sect's earthly rankings, a sword prodigy—you go!" Bu Fan also replied quietly.

Then,

"Run!"

The two simultaneously took off running at full speed.

"Where do you think you're going! Leave your life behind!"

"That baldy, I've tolerated you long enough!"

"That pretty boy, stop!"

Over a hundred people chased after them in disorder.

Bu Fan, swinging his fat belly as he nimbly sprinted, said: "Master Xian, how are we supposed to play this? It's completely off‑plan! These hammer‑wielders seem like neighbors who've conspired to jointly hunt us two outsiders!"

Heng Xian glanced at the surrounding forest: "With cultivation suppressed, I can't quickly adapt my balance; fighting them head‑on might end up like a sewer‑boat—better to dodge first and figure things out later!"

"Good!" Bu Fan nodded.

No sooner had his words fallen than another twenty‑to‑thirty people burst from the opposite woods, each brandishing sticks and stones, encircling them.

This scene was somewhat beyond their expectations.

At that moment, caught between front and rear attacks with no time to speak, Bu Fan darted toward the western hill while Heng Xian instinctively ran toward the right‑hand mountain stream, and they instantly scattered.

After running a full three or four li, Heng Xian looked back—Bu Fan had long vanished from sight, and the pursuers had dwindled to only a few scattered individuals.

He hid in a nearby shrub, waited for the remaining few pursuers to pass, then let out a breath.

The canopy was sweltering; through gaps in the leaves, the outside light was dappled, the dense woods all around seemed endless—this forest turned out to be surprisingly vast.

That Bu Fan—who knows where he ran off to; for now I can only rely on luck.

Heng Xian clenched his fist again to test his cultivation; still heavily suppressed, it seemed he could only exert his body's innate strength!

Pure bodily strength?

He instinctively punched the large tree behind him; only a "Boom!" was heard—the tree snapped mid‑trunk, the broken upper half shot forward, knocking down six or seven more trees in its wake.

Great! The bodily strength remains; this seems to be an innate ability of the Primordial Sword Saint's true body—no worldly force can suppress it!

Moreover, his sword sense remains intact; even without cultivation he can still unleash powerful sword techniques!

This is all he has left as his stake.

It seems enough!!

"What's happening? How did this tree fall?"

"There shouldn't be any ferocious beasts here, right?"

Just then, three youths were startled by the sound of the falling tree and cautiously approached.

"Huh?" One of them happened to see Heng Xian, and his eyes instantly turned red.

The other two followed his gaze, their faces instantly turning grim.

"There's an idiot here—kill him!"

"Kill!"

Three people immediately lunged, their bodies full of viciousness and greed.

However, having only lunged halfway, they flew back at an even greater speed.

Two of them instantly had their bodies twisted into dough‑like shapes, soft and limp with all bones broken; the third slammed heavily into the opposite large tree, which broke, and he was squeezed into it.

The scene was in disarray and bloody.

Heng Xian landed on the ground, looked at his fist, then looked at the three corpses, shook his head: "For now I still can't control the balance of my body's strength, sorry!"

Saying this, he turned and walked to one side, "Three!"

……

In the mountains and forests, everywhere was slaughter and bloodiness; at first, everyone came from a certain street or lane of a city, mutually saving face, either forming gangs to kill outsiders or attacking another group.

However, as they kept killing, many discovered they had no kill quota, while others had three or two heads hanging from their waists, completely different; their hearts inevitably felt uneasy and unbalanced, which did not match their original intention to survive.

Thus, soon an even greater chaos of mass slaughter began.

From daytime all the way to midnight.

The entire forest ran with blood, everywhere were blood‑eyed killers and headless corpses.

Over 1400 people, now fewer than 700‑800.

Behind a stone beside a small stream, a figure stepped out; his body was clean and tidy, completely different from others covered in blood and disheveled.

It was indeed Heng Xian.

In fact, aside from the initial three, he himself had not killed anyone; he had just been watching.

Like others, without grudge or enmity, like a beast killing everywhere, it greatly affects the mindset; at least it has some influence on his state of mind and sword way.

Not worth it!

Moreover he discovered, this brutal assessment has a fatal loophole!

(End of chapter)