Chapter 490

"What kind of existence is that?"

Dao Ye and Sun Bufan were both a bit dazed.

Heng Xian gave a self-deprecating laugh and said: "When studying without effort, living in the trashy private school lodgings, a group sharing a tube of toothpaste, the whole house reeked of foot odor, and even late at night everyone would come out to look at the stars!"

"That's summed up perfectly! Although I don't know what you mean by toothpaste, my feet are itching."

Dao Ye said, ran to the side, really took off his shoes, and started picking at his feet.

A moment later, a foul stench assaulted the nose.

This is a genuine stench; even the corpses in the chaotic graves mound would bow down in defeat!

Sun Bufan covered his nose and cursed: "You bastard, haven't washed your feet in hundreds of years?"

Dao Ye seriously thought and said: "The last time I washed my feet was during the Zhichun 36th year, which was when the grandfather of Emperor Ji Chun of the Great Zhou dynasty was emperor, using the third era name; that works out to over 170 years ago!"

Sun Bufan scolded: "You shameless thing, how dare you say that, believing your evil ways!"

He ran off to the side.

Heng Xian also couldn't bear it and followed to avoid.

All the other 'Extreme Killing Warriors' around hastily dodged.

Dao Ye was pleased with himself, even bringing his foot‑picking hand to his nose to sniff: "What a flavor!"

Heng Xian and the other person had to walk farther away, only stopping at the leeward side of the stone house.

Sun Bufan glanced around, his expression turning solemn, and he repeatedly used the Thousand‑Mile Voice Transmission Technique, but all attempts sank without a response; he couldn't help asking: "Wise Sir, where do you think the disciples of the Fourteen Sects are most likely to be?"

Heng Xian looked ahead at the rows of rolling houses, feeling that layer upon layer of formations made it hard even for his spiritual sense to spread; he had pondered the whereabouts of the Fourteen Sects' disciples, but in this ghostly place it was truly hard to guess, so he opened the Mysterious Yellow Heavenly Hexagram and asked: "What should be the next step?"

The hexagram showed: 【The host's sought Fourteen Sects disciples are currently in two places; one is in a certain courtyard 386 zhang to the southwest, while the others are within the five gates—Heaven, Earth, Water, Fire, Marsh—of the Ancient Demon Realm, sustaining the realm's gate spirit with their fleshly bodies……】

Heng Xian couldn't help sucking in a breath of cold air; the Gongsun family must really be colluding with the 'Flower Pavilion'! I just don't know what connection the Ancient Demon Realm has with the Flower Pavilion!

These people are colluding with each other, opening the Ancient Demon Realm??

He asked again: "Give me a plan!"

The hexagram showed: 【1, go southwest 386 zhang to find the person outside; that person will let you enter the Demon Realm as soon as possible.

2, wait for the opportunity; the Extreme Killing Warriors will be sent to scout the Demon Realm……】

Seeing the hint from the hexagram, Heng Xian felt somewhat relieved; at least he had a goal, and he told Sun Bufan: "Waiting will naturally let us find them!"

Sun Bufan scratched his head: "Namo Amitabha Buddha, this really leaves one helpless; if you don't come, I'll have to run back to Lingtai Mountain to get reinforcements!"

Just then, a shout came from next door: "You thief old man, picking your feet in public—what manner is this? Die!"

"Boom—"

A faint tremor came from underfoot; it seemed Dao Ye was being attacked.

Heng Xian and the other exchanged a glance and hurriedly ran back around the house.

All that could be seen was Dao Ye falling from the second floor of the stone house to the first, looking disheveled, while from a row of stone houses opposite, a group of people walked out.

The leader, a young man with dark skin and a strong build, already bore the aura of the Yuan Dan Initial Realm.

Beside him was a young woman with a graceful figure and pleasant looks, who was actually also in the Primordial Dan Realm.

Judging by their appearance, this group were likewise Extreme Slaughter Warriors!

"You damn..."

Sun Bufan was quite principled; even if Old Man overturned his own tastes, those were still his own people, and outsiders bullying them was unacceptable—but upon seeing the cultivation of that group, he involuntarily swallowed the rest of his words.

Unfortunately, it was still heard.

The dark-skinned Yuan Dan youth glared and shouted, "You bald donkey, dare to curse me! Come die!"

He flashed forward in a lunge, his aura terrifying.

But just as he was about to sweep past Old Man's head, Old Man grabbed his ankle and yanked him down.

No one saw exactly how Old Man seized the other's ankle; all they saw was him releasing his grip without a trace of smugness, wearing a placating smile: "Sir, there's no need for this!"

He then pointed to his own shod foot, saying, "Look, I've already put on my shoes—nice and clean, no odor!"

"You dare use your toe-picking hand to pull me?"

The dark-skinned youth flew into a rage, stomping his foot toward Old Man's head.

Heng Xian immediately made his right hand like a sword, poised to strike down, but upon glancing at a nearby room, he involuntarily halted.

From within that room, a flickering figure darted out and kicked at the dark-skinned youth's ankle.

A mighty surge of spirit energy burst forth; with a crisp "pop," the youth staggered back, about to flare up, but upon seeing who had come, his face changed and he immediately put on a smile, clasping his fists: "Oh, it's Miss Ma!"

The newcomer was a woman, though her hair was disheveled, her clothes ragged, and she emitted a foul odor; she had protruding teeth, uneven eyes, a garlic-shaped nose, and a face pockmarked with scars—utterly hideous.

Yet her aura was astonishingly mighty—she was actually at the middle stage of the Primordial Dan Realm!

Heng Xian couldn't help but sigh, feeling that the Primordial Dan Realm seemed hardly worth anything anymore!

At that moment, the ugly woman coldly glanced at the dark-skinned youth and his group, saying, "Scram!"

The dark-skinned youth and his entourage bowed and scraped as they retreated, but before leaving they glared viciously at Heng Xian and his two companions.

Only after the group entered the opposite stone house did the ugly woman turn her gaze to Heng Xian and his two companions, pausing a moment on Sun Bufan's face—her uneven eyes taking on a strange hue—then she looked at Old Man and said, "If your feet itch, go scratch them somewhere else; don't do it in front of people—yeah, it really stinks!"

Old Man immediately put on a solemn expression: "Miss Ma is right! Miss Ma makes perfect sense; after hearing her, this old man feels his senses heightened, etched into his heart, unforgettable for life!"

The ugly woman seemed pleased, gave Sun Bufan another look, then turned and left: "Everyone, disperse!"

The Extreme Slaughter Warriors surrounding the stone huts obeyed, scattering with a clamor.

Only then did Old Man drop his fawning demeanor, reaching out to Heng Xian and his companion: "Give me a hand!"

"Pull!"

Heng Xian and Sun Bufan remained unmoved.

Only then did Old Man clamber to his feet, giving a dry laugh: "Back inside!"

The three returned together to the stone house, and Sun Bufan couldn't help but ask, "Just what were those people?"

Dao Ye sighed: "That little dark-skinned guy is Jiang Men; they are a group of fourteen-year Extreme Killing Warriors—that is, they have served as Extreme Killing Warriors for fourteen years and are still alive; their cultivation is already high—this is skill and ability. When we were pushing rocks in the magma space, the one giving orders from above was him!"

Besides him there is also a woman who also has Primordial Core cultivation and is a fourteen-year Extreme Killing Warrior; her name is Wang Tiechu—she kills without blinking, and the Extreme Killing Warriors who have died at her hand already number no fewer than fifty!

Miss Ma is a thirty-seven-year Extreme Killing Warrior, the only one who has survived over twenty years, and also the steward among the Extreme Killing Warriors; everyone listens to her.

After saying that, he sighed again and said: "Actually, no matter what kind of warriors they are, we don't need to be afraid—it's unnecessary!"

Sun Bufan cursed: "You were still as timid as a quail just now!"

Dao Ye said: "What I mean is human relations and worldly wisdom; do you understand human relations and worldly wisdom? I have the need to spend the time of three incense sticks to explain it to you, you……"

Before he finished speaking, Heng Xian and Sun Bufan had already walked over to the side and begun meditating with closed eyes.

(End of chapter)