Chapter 512

The sudden feeling of wanting to break through the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm would be a cause for wild joy for anyone else, but for Heng Xian it felt strange, because… it was completely outside his plan.

Especially now, a strange thunderbolt hangs in the sky, staring down intently!

Of course, no one paid him any heed.

He had no choice but to open the Heavenly Hexagram: "I'm about to breakthrough suddenly—do you have any good methods?"

The hexagram showed: 【Suppression! This realm has a marvelous method that can aid the host in condensing a Golden Core, establishing the lowest foundation for penetrating the Nine Profundities and ascending to the heavens; in the future, when breaking through the firmament, one will then be measured against the disciples of the Four Directions Mountain Immortal Clan…】

Heng Xian fell into a dazed state: "Damn it, did your system crash? What nonsense cultivation novel are you spouting?"

The hexagram immediately returned to normal: 【Temporary suppression will do; now disperse the lightning mark, hide it in the meridians, to avoid the heavenly tribulation of the Thunder Court's righteous law…】

Heng Xian glanced at the sky—Holy shit! A heavenly tribulation?

He hurriedly followed the hexagram's method to circulate the meridians, and soon the lightning mark that had just condensed on his left shoulder faded away bit by bit.

Boom—rumble—

The thunderclouds in the sky followed suit, dissipating slowly as calm returned.

Heng Xian was drenched in sweat, feeling an unstoppable force surging powerfully within him; instinctively he drew the Chi Mei Sword, pointing it toward the distance and intoning: "Open the spirits of heaven and earth, command the dark paths, command the nine heavens' thunder—I draw it with my true body, seal!"

Hum—

A blurry sword flash shot out, wrapped in wildly raging thunder, and slashed forth in a single strike.

Boom—

In an instant, a staggeringly vast scorching sword mark appeared over a distance of nearly a hundred li ahead.

Boom…

Directly ahead, a small mountain peak exploded with flying rocks, collapsing into a heap.

The sword mark left by Su Ji ahead was like an ant's trace, completely enveloped within it.

Uh…

Not far away, beneath the tent, two gazes were utterly bewildered.

After staring for a full ten breaths, Su Ji couldn't help but whisper: "This kid is absolutely not a normal person—he didn't follow the pulse I opened, he improved it on his own, mutated it; this, this is simply…"

"Mutated protective cultivation art…" Lin Shuyu also drifted into a daze.

The two of them stared for another full half incense stick's worth of time, then glanced at each other, a faint smile touching their lips, sat cross-legged, and continued to heal their wounds in meditation.

That the sect's fellow disciples excel beyond compare is naturally what they wished to see.

Woo—

Outside, the furious wind and rain continued unabated.

Vast waves—

The Chi Mei Sword was sheathed; Heng Xian stared at the enormous scorching sword mark ahead that the rain could not wash away, stunned for a moment.

He wondered whether such a huge commotion would attract the attention of those from the Flower Pavilion.

Fortunately, it's a thunderstorm!

After a while, he rubbed his nose and looked toward the tent.

Right, it seems a bit stronger than Senior Sister Su's cultivation method!

Hum—

At this moment, signs of a breakthrough to the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm appeared again within his body.

He couldn't help but frown slightly, then opened the Heavenly Hexagram again: "After suppressing the realm, what should I do?"

The hexagram showed, still similar to before: 【This realm possesses a marvelous method for condensing a Golden Core; after condensing the Golden Core, one can lay a solid foundation and then break through!】

Heng Xian sat down right where he was, formed hand seals, and forcibly suppressed his realm.

Time flowed slowly.

After midnight, it drew near to dawn.

Not far away, beneath the tent, Su Ji and Lin Shuyu had already entered deep meditation.

Outside, a 'mutant' fellow stood guard, making them feel especially safe.

And Heng Xian also awoke from suppressing his realm, clenched his fist, feeling an incredibly mighty power within him—shattering a small mountain would be no problem.

He rose, moved a bit, glanced at the sky—dawn was approaching—and wondered whether Bu Fan and Old Dao had returned yet.

Just as he was thinking that, he suddenly sensed that a gaze had locked onto him.

That gaze was extremely sharp, and in the pitch‑black forest before dawn it appeared utterly bizarre!

He immediately swept the area with his naked eyes, finding nothing abnormal; then he extended his spiritual sense to envelop the whole forest, and discovered a pair of terrified eyes peeking out from behind a large tree, as if drawn over by the thunder technique.

Heng Xian's face twitched slightly, and his form flickered, vanishing from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already before that large tree.

The owner of those eyes behind the tree cried out 'Ah!' and bolted away—turns out it was a little girl.

She wore her hair in braids, dressed in floral brocade, tall and slender, with agile movements.

Heng Xian frowned, certain that this little girl was not from the Flower Pavilion or the Gong Sun family, but… an indigenous inhabitant of this world itself!

However, no matter what, being peeped at is never a good thing.

He instantly struck like lightning, lunging forward with a 'Divine Spirit‑Seeking Claw'.

An illusory palm imprint flashed out, wrapped in violent power, arriving behind the little girl.

"You evil one who summons lightning strikes!"

The little girl first shouted angrily, then began chanting a strange incantation, and her whole body vanished instantly from the spot.

Boom—

The phantom claw imprint seized a large tree, wood chips flying, leaving a conspicuous claw mark.

Heng Xian withdrew his hand, let out an 'Eh,' gazed toward where the little girl had disappeared, took in his surroundings, then tapped his foot and rose into the air, facing the pouring rain as he searched in all directions.

Gone!

The little girl completely disappeared!

"Disappeared out of thin air?"

Heng Xian landed on the ground and fell into thought.

Any evasion technique in the world leaves a trace.

Unless it's the instantaneous movement of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

But the little girl just now obviously had a low cultivation level.

After pondering for a while with no clue, it must be the innate ability of the natives of this barrier.

Retracing his steps back to the tent, he saw the tent was unchanged, and sat cross-legged again beside the still-burning fire.

Not long after, the sky grew bright, and a tearing wind sound came from nearby.

Heng Xian looked over and saw Sun Bufan's plump body swaying with a large belly, returning energetically.

"Master Xian, we're back!"

Sun Bufan plopped down beside the fire, tore off a piece of the somewhat charred roasted pork, and took a bite.

Heng Xian looked toward where he came from, but saw no sign of Old Dao, and asked: "Where is Old Dao?"

Sun Bufan stared, then angrily muttered: "Don't mention that unrighteous old stick, that damned old bastard—we were captured ahead, and he dumped me and ran off himself!"

He spoke too hastily, spraying pork meat all over the ground.

Heng Xian exclaimed in surprise: "Who captured you? Speak slowly."

Sun Bufan wiped his mouth and said: "We went out last night to scout the surrounding terrain, found nothing, and ended up encountering a group of people!"

Saying this, he widened his eyes: "This damned place actually has natives! Isn't that strange?"

Heng Xian recalled the little girl who had disappeared behind the big tree, nodded, and said: "Then what happened?"

Sun Bufan thought for a moment, scratched his head: "They don't seem human, they have tails, their methods are quite strange—anyway, we couldn't find Old Dao's treasure, and they captured us!"

Without waiting for my explanation, that immortal old bastard Old Dao directly sold me out, claiming I was the mastermind, that I had treasures on me, and then, while those people weren't looking, he dumped me and fled himself!

"Where did he run off to?" Heng Xian asked.

Sun Bufan shook his head and cursed: "Hell knows where he went—if I catch him, I'll crush his shameless old balls!"

Heng Xian rubbed his nose: "So how did you escape then?"

Sun Bufan puffed up with pride: "Feces escape! I said I needed to take a dump in my pants, those people seemed to love cleanliness, so they let me go take a shit, and I seized the chance to run!"

Heng Xian suddenly had a bad premonition.

(End of chapter)