Chapter 519: The eerie gathering place of the younger generation from the four great realms

The charcoal fire inside the small hut was blazing, and on the ground was etched a diagram of the Eight Trigrams and yin-yang.

Heng Xian sat cross-legged, having been in a daze for quite a while.

This was already the third day since Sun Bufan and the Fourteen Sect disciples had been captured and taken away to be sold!

Although the divination had already indicated that those people's lives and deaths were uncertain— they might be in trouble, or it could be an opportunity.

But, he still felt some worry.

He raised the chains on his wrists; these chains were not sophisticated— the Chi Mei Sword could cut them with a single strike. But how to use the local yao tribe to enter the core of this yao realm, smoothly obtain the skill from the divination, and then rescue Sun Bufan, Lin Shuyu and the others, is quite a challenging task!

"Hurry up! Come listen to the old ghost granny's story!"

Outside came a shout from the yao tribe children.

Heng Xian rose, walked to the door, opened it, and sat down in front of it.

A Mu saw him turn back, flicked his ash, and grinned: "Old iron, coming out again to check the view?"

"Checking the view!" Heng Xian nodded.

As they talked, a group of yao tribe children running past instinctively glanced over; seeing Heng Xian unfamiliar, they couldn't help but gather curiously.

Heng Xian picked up a stick, snapped it in two, and asked with a squinting smile: "Do you know Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs?"

"Huh?"

A group of yao tribe children exchanged glances, their faces full of curiosity.

"Who are they?" a chubby child asked first.

Heng Xian narrowed his eyes: "They are in a hidden forest—a beautiful yao maiden and seven little old men, sharing a secret that cannot be spoken…"

"Ah…" a crowd of children gathered around.

A Mu also widened his eyes and unconsciously swallowed.

"Speaking of…"

Bored, Heng Xian recalled his past life and leisurely told the story of Snow White.

After one story, the children all clapped, faces bright with excitement, shouting that it was far better than the old ghost granny's tale.

Only A Mu wore a look of disappointment and dejection.

"Tell another, tell another…"

The children shouted in unison, their excited tails standing straight up.

"Then let's tell another story, the Frog Prince…"

……

This yao tribe was so boring that, aside from rituals and cultivation, there was nothing to do; their spiritual world was extremely barren.

When Heng Xian's one after another strange legend and myth spread, it was like a drop of water falling into boiling oil—instantly exploding.

Thus, all the children of the town gathered before Heng Xian's door, layers upon layers packed tight, and even some adults came over out of curiosity to listen.

Once they started listening, they couldn't stop.

"Grimm's Fairy Tales," "One Thousand and One Nights," "The Seven Brothers of the Calabash," "Nezha Conquers the Sea," "Ultraman Battles Little Monsters," and so on became divine, superbly entertaining stories.

Not only did the children love listening, the adults were also wildly excited!

As for why they were all fairy tales……

Heng Xian was actually quite helpless; the yao here had simple minds, and if he spoke profundities they couldn't understand.

……

The sun and moon shifted.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

"……When Sun Wukong took a look, he suddenly saw it was a pig demon! All right, today's story ends here; if you want to know what happens next, tune in for the next installment—break up!"

Heng Xian finished today's Journey to the West, yawned, and walked back to the hut.

"Really great!"

"I'm the Monkey King, take this stick from your grandpa Sun!"

"I'm the real Monkey King!"

"Obviously I am, waah waah waah, Mom, I'm the Monkey King!"

"You're a fox!"

"Whimper…"

Outside, the packed crowd dispersed; a group of children, too deep in their role-play, cried and carried on as they gradually drifted away.

Heng Xian sat cross-legged again under the windowsill inside the hut, gazing at the withered cypress blossoms outside.

"Sir!"

At that moment a girl walked in from outside, nervously wringing her hands— she was the one who, that day, had been led by thunder to peek at Heng Xian.

These past few days she too had been drawn in by Heng Xian's stories, going from full of disdain and gritting her teeth, to gradually being captivated, finally becoming a fan—and a very loyal one at that.

Sometimes capturing a person's heart is just that simple.

"Anything?" Heng Xian asked lazily.

The girl's face flushed crimson: "My name is Hong Hong, I—I really like you!"

Heng Xian rolled up his sleeves: "Today's story is over; we'll continue tomorrow!"

Hong Hong blinked her eyes: "I—I just want to know, who is that pig demon? Is it the mount of some deity, or just an ordinary monster? Will it eat Tang Sanzang? Will Sun Wukong beat it to death?"

Heng Xian paid no heed.

But outside, A Mu stormed in angrily: "Hong Hong, how can you open a back door and spoil tomorrow's story for us? That's not right!"

Hong Hong, as if caught doing something wrong, exclaimed "Ay!": "Brother A Mu, I—I was just curious!"

A Mu rubbed his hands: "You think only you're curious? I am too, but… the rules can't be broken, right, sir?"

He has already begun to be called "Mr."

Heng Xian said: "That makes sense!"

Honghong laughed and said: "I finally know why you were struck by lightning, Master—you must be too learned; even Heaven envies you!"

Heng Xian nodded, a helpless expression on his face: "That's absolutely right!"

Honghong, feeling acknowledged, walked out giggling, took a few steps, then turned back, her face turning a bit serious: "I forgot to tell you, Master, tonight is the night of the full moon; the elders and the king have already prepared everything, waiting for your teachings!"

Heng Xian only then remembered this, waving his hand and said: "Anytime!"

……

Just before darkness fell, Heng Xian had his chains undone and was escorted by fourteen monster-tribe men out the door to the residence of the king in the center of the town.

Actually, it wasn't really an escort; those fourteen monster-tribe men were full of respect for him.

Heng Xian couldn't help but sigh, "Having 'culture' is truly great."

After stretching his limbs, feeling light, he unconsciously surveyed the surrounding dwellings, seeing they were no different from human homes—except that in some rooms lit with lamps, they kept the habits of pigsties and dog dens, which is astonishing.

Just then, a person emerged silently from the darkness beside him, lightly laughing: "Going to teach them?"

It was Du Chun, whom he hadn't seen for a few days, a cultivator from the Northern Realm.

"Yes."

Heng Xian nodded, looked at him and asked: "Where have you been these past few days?"

Du Chun's eyes brightened: "I went with the Fox King to Zhaoliang City!"

"Zhaoliang City?" Heng Xian asked curiously.

Du Chun nodded: "This earth-fox stronghold and the northern dog-tribe city both belong to Zhaoliang City; within Zhaoliang City there is a monster leader whose magical power is extraordinarily strong, and the nearby monster kings must come to pay homage once a month!"

Heng Xian thought for a moment and asked: "Above Zhaoliang City, are there any other cities?"

Du Chun nodded: "Yes! Baiqiu Wang City, the domain of the Baiqiu King who rules over all ten directions of monsterkind!"

Heng Xian couldn't help but laugh: "What's the point of looking for a trifling treasure? This monster realm isn't some relic at all—it's entirely a hidden monster territory!"

Du Chun's face also turned a bit embarrassed: "Exactly, before we came in we were all seeking relics and ancient sites for Fate Opportunity treasures, never expecting to enter this self-contained spooky place!"

Heng Xian said: "So, do you want to figure out a way to get out?"

Du Chun's face looked strange: "Of course we don't want to leave; this is a rare training ground, and you might not know that cultivators from the Eastern, Southern, Western, and Northern Great Realms have all come here!"

Heng Xian paused: "All four great realms have people entering?"

Du Chun was certain: "They're all young-generation elites, as numerous as cow hairs, giving the sense of a great gathering of heroes under heaven!"

Heng Xian's curiosity was sparked: "Then that's somewhat interesting!"

Du Chun said: "This is also why I came to find you!"

"Oh?" Heng Xian said.

Du Chun said: "The great leader of Zhaoliang City is recruiting experts; we want to pull you into our group!"

(End of chapter)