Chapter 491: with translation of chapter title

The temperature in Nine Palaces Mountain City varies extremely between day and night; during the day the sunshine is just right, with a gentle breeze that is not harsh; at night it becomes icy cold like winter, with a biting chill.

Inside the city, bustling noise reveals worldly prosperity; near the stone house, deathly silence and boredom prevail, like a hidden mountain forest.

Heng Xian and the two others have already been waiting for two days.

"Getting rid of a bird, making a hammer to kill elite warriors!"

Inside the icy stone house, Sun Bufan leapt up from his seated meditation, pacing back and forth, his big belly wobbling to and fro.

Heng Xian opened his eyes and glanced at him, "What do you want to do?"

Actually, he isn't someone who likes quiet; he just focuses all his mind on cultivation, and in this period he has already reached the threshold of the middle stage of the Golden Core, but…… he's still missing something!

Sun Bufan said irritably, "I want to go out and wander the streets, I want to find a girl, I want to eat something delicious!"

The old man opposite also opened his eyes, looked at him, and said disdainfully, "You little monk, playing your path so wildly— is that appropriate?"

Sun Bufan glared and said, "The Buddha sits in the heart, wandering wildly in the red dust, you ignorant fool, you don't know a thing!"

The old man smoothed his sleeves: "When we were monks, your great-grandfather was still playing in the mud at the creek!"

"My great-grandfather never played in the mud, you pretentious prick, utterly…"

Sun Bufan was about to retort, but suddenly froze: "You've been a monk?"

Heng Xian also felt surprised.

The old man gave a faint smile: "That was a long, long time ago; I was the eldest son of a noble clan, with beautiful maids like clouds and servants everywhere, when I went out I rode in a carriage pulled by eight horses, my meals were thirty-six delicacies of mountain and sea, eighteen meat and eighteen vegetable dishes— if a single meat dish was missing, I couldn't finish that meal…"

Sun Bufan interrupted: "Cut the long story short, why did you become a monk?"

The old man sighed: "My clan was wiped out by enemies overnight; I lost everything, like a bereaved dog fleeing for my life, and finally had no choice but to become a monk."

"Then why are you no longer a monk now?" Sun Bufan continued to ask.

The old man said: "I fell in love with a girl who had big, expressive eyes— cute, pure, beautiful— and I returned to secular life for her!"

Heng Xian couldn't help but ask: "And then what happened to that girl?"

The old man covered his face: "When I grew my hair and returned to secular life to look for her, she was already married and had a three-year-old child!"

"And then what?" Heng Xian and Sun Bufan asked in unison.

The old man said: "I dueled her husband one-on-one, couldn't beat him, and was hunted for three years!"

"What a…… sad story!"

Heng Xian and Sun Bufan exchanged a glance, then both burst into loud laughter, "hahaha…"

Sun Bufan laughed until he could barely catch his breath: "Your experience is really too tragic!"

The old man gave a cold smile: "You think her husband got off easy? Humph! I dug up his family's ancestral grave!"

"Ahaha…" Sun Bufan laughed again.

Heng Xian pondered a moment, then asked: "You have a granddaughter!"

The old man fell silent for a while: "I certainly don't lack women!"

Sun Bufan didn't know what hit his funny bone: "Wahaha, why are you pretending to be pure-hearted?"

Just then, a cold shout came from outside: "Laughing at ghosts, you three shameless losers, come out and die at once!"

Sun Bufan stopped, looked at Heng Xian and the old man, and said: "It's Jiang Men and them again!"

The dark-skinned youths outside, because of that day when the old man picked his feet, had formed a grudge with the three of them, and whenever they had nothing to do they came to hurl insults.

This was already the nineteenth time they had done so.

Seeing that Heng Xian and the other showed no reaction, Sun Bufan walked to the doorway, glanced out, then turned back and said: "Is this the eighteenth or nineteenth time? Enough already— is this brat's mouth made from a whetstone?"

The old man said: "They are the tyrants among the Elite Warriors; we're used to it— we haven't submitted to them, they're just looking for an excuse to cause trouble!"

Sun Bufan shouted angrily: "They're just lackeys raised by others, still playing at bullying— are their brains not right?"

Heng Xian asked: "Do you want to vent your anger?"

Sun Bufan's eyes lit up: "Should we beat them up? With your skills, Sir Xian, defeating them wouldn't be hard, would it?"

Heng Xian shook his head: "Contending with a bunch of coarse people for superiority only puts us at a disadvantage; to take care of them, we don't need to lift a finger ourselves."

The old man and Sun Bufan both became interested: "What good idea do you have?"

Heng Xian asked: "Who's in charge here?"

Sun Bufan blurted without thinking: "Ugly girl, no! Miss Ma— she calls the shots around here, nobody dares to defy her!"

Heng Xian drew a circle on the ground and said: "These past few days, idle and bored, I observed her movements— she goes out twice a day, leaving at zi hour and returning at chen hour, leaving at wu hour and returning at shen hour; she has a strong sense of time, neither early nor late, and her status in the Gongsun household seems not low either!"

The old man lowered his voice: "I heard she is the fiancée of a certain direct-line young master of the Gongsun family; that young master died of some incident, so she voluntarily came to the Gongsun household to observe mourning."

Sun Bufan realized: "Ah, that makes sense, quite refined— and then?"

The question was from Heng Xian.

Heng Xian said: "If we calculate the time, there's still half an incense stick before she returns; she absolutely won't allow anyone to shout insults near the stone house, so……"

Sun Bufan said: "But Jiang Men, Wang Tiechu and those guys aren't stupid either; they know Miss Ma is coming back, and they'll definitely be the ones getting caught!"

Heng Xian rolled up his sleeves: "This calls for scouting out the spot!"

The old man said: "What does scouting mean?"

Heng Xian looked toward the doorway, gave no answer, waited a full half incense stick, the shouting outside ceased, then said: "Perfect!"

Sun Bufan said: "Got it, I'll go out and provoke them!"

Heng Xian patted him: "Such a boring task, I'll handle it myself! You're a person who does big things; you have more important matters to attend to!"

Saying that, he walked out of the stone house.

Outside, it was already approaching dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun casting everything in a golden hue.

Jiang Men and the others had already returned to the stone house.

Heng Xian gave a light cough, exhaled and spoke: "Jiang Men, Wang Tiechu, I curse your mothers— may your whole family die, the men become slaves, the women prostitutes, generation after generation eating excrement, smiling in public but suffering in private, utterly miserable!"

"Uh!"

In the room behind him, Sun Bufan and Dao Ye looked utterly bewildered—this side of Heng Xian was something they had never seen before.

From the stone houses in all directions came a sudden rustling, and all the Extreme Killing Warriors poked their heads out to look.

From the row of stone houses opposite, a crowd quickly flew out, led by Jiang Men, Wang Tiechu, and others; their faces showed shock and disbelief—clearly, Heng Xian's manner of scolding was beyond their expectations.

Jiang Men's face turned dark as iron, and a mighty Primordial Elixir aura surged from him: 'You brat, you scoundrel, I—I…'

Heng Xian picked his nose and said: 'You might as well die? You're so ugly you still come out to scare people—alive you waste spiritual power, dead you waste air; why didn't your father back then just shoot you against the wall? I'm laughing my ass off, you uncultured fool, what are you even scolding? Go home and read a few more books!'

'You swine and dog scum…' Jiang Men's body trembled slightly—he was truly furious.

Beside him, Wang Tiechu's eyes flashed with a hint of menace: 'You actually dare…'

'Go on, dare your old dad—look at you, that unloved, ghostly appearance of a maternal grandmother who doesn't dote and an uncle who doesn't love you; go home and play in the mud with your piss, what are you pretending to be so cold for?' Heng Xian gave them a dismissive glance.

'Bold!'

Jiang Men and Wang Tiechu exploded into action, their aura like a rainbow, and charged over.

Just then, the image of Heng Xian pointing at the rivers and mountains, shouting curses, vanished instantly, replaced by a look of terror: 'Ah, what are you trying to do? How can you fight here? Don't you care about Miss Ma at all?'

It was as if he had become a completely different person from just moments ago.

No sooner had his words fallen than a figure from afar, wrapped in an unparalleled terrifying aura, flashed over.

'Pfft!'

'Pfft!'

Jiang Men and Wang Tiechu were flung backward at an even greater speed than when they had come.

(End of chapter)