Chapter 63: Only One Person Is Chosen

This sudden turn of events left the whole city as silent as a cold cicada.

However, the words "disciple" echoing from the sky gave everyone in the city a sudden jolt of alarm.

Those legendary great sects and schools are coming to Donglan City… to recruit disciples?!

Isn't this… a once‑in‑a‑lifetime Fate Opportunity?!

Yet only a few understand that these sects are all rushing for one person—

Heng Xian!

Whether it's Heng Xian's alchemical methods, his battle‑magic techniques, his sixteen‑year‑old nine‑layer Qi‑condensing talent, or his brilliant record of wiping out nine families single‑handed,

they all qualify him as a one‑in‑a‑thousand talent!

If it weren't for him, these supposedly lofty sects that only exist in rumors would probably not even cast a shadow.

In the Heng family's East Garden, Heng Xian silently gazed at the sky, feeling astonished.

Sect? Faction?

I've heard it's bustling inside.

Truly… a very challenging existence!

At that moment, those voices kept shouting, some even together, totaling no fewer than three hundred sects,

as if making a proclamation, and fell silent after the shout.

Then a dense stream of carriages, terrifying demonic‑beast mounts, and ethereal cultivators descended in all directions of the city.

But the overwhelming majority headed toward the Heng family.

The Heng family had just prepared to stand, but instantly knelt again, in a panic.

Above, in the dense crowd, an ethereal elder first flicked his dust‑sweeper and said, "My Little Yuan Sect will simply take a disciple and leave; I think we'll take this Heng family, everyone please step aside…

Before he could finish, a man swept him away with a single sleeve: "Old rag, you're baseless; clearly the Zhenwu Sect arrived first!"

"Oh?" another cold‑beauty woman sneered: "Since when does the Zhenwu Sect dare to snatch the lead before my Hehuan Valley?"

"How strong is Hehuan Valley now?" a handsome youth twirled his folding fan: "Iron Army Sect, you're courteous; I think this Heng family scion is fine, Fate With Me!"

"What's with the Iron Army Sect's big‑head doll act? The Heng family produced an interesting child, who doesn't know?" a fat man flashed, rushing down, "I'll head to the North Mang Sect first, hahaha."

Halfway out, he was struck by a Ruyi talisman and sent flying; a woman in flowing white sneered: "This is absurd; Heng Xian of the Heng family is my husband, we have always been in harmony, and I'm here to take him back!"

"Wow! White Jade Fairy, where's your integrity?"

A crowd behind began mocking, "You look young, but you're over three hundred years old now, aren't you? Truly an old ox eating tender grass, utterly shameless!"

The white‑clad woman, unflushed, replied coolly: "If both hearts are pleased, why care about a trivial age?"

"Nonsense!" a black‑clad man flashed, standing beside him, "Heng Xian is actually my Black Sha Sect's son‑in‑law; he and my beloved daughter already have three children!"

"Wow! Black Sha Lord, your beloved daughter married? Heng Xian is said to be only fifteen?"

The crowd behind erupted in curses.

"I don't care!" the black‑clad man and the white‑clad woman lunged down almost simultaneously.

"Whoosh—" a blood‑red blade flash zipped past their feet.

The white woman and black man abruptly halted, breaking into cold sweat.

Looking up, the surrounding crowd saw a dozen or so figures at the top, each exuding overwhelming aura,

they were the masters of Tianyuan Sect, Spirit Sword Sect, Da Luo Holy Sect, Mituo Temple, Divine Blade Palace and other sects.

Within a radius of twenty thousand li, sects are as numerous as cattle hairs, varying greatly in size, the area of their celestial domains, and the number of disciples.

The small ones, like the just‑mentioned Little Yuan Sect, occupy a bald‑capped mountain and a couple of Taoist temples; the sect head and disciples total only a dozen or so.

The large ones are those mentioned above; each holds a massive immortal mountain, with tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of disciples, and countless peaks and halls.

Within these sects are even Primordial Dan masters, Nascent Soul elders, and incarnated ancestors.

The gap between the two is truly enormous!

The one who just brandished a blade was the Great Divine Blade Palace's Ghost Blade Immortal, a Primordial Dan realm cultivator!

The swarming minor sect members below immediately bowed, retreated to the side, and dared not contest.

Ghost Blade Immortal sneered, sheathing his treasured sword: "Quarrel over a trivial egg; this Heng family brat is my illegitimate child, I'll take him back!"

"Again with this, utterly shameless!" a white‑robed middle‑aged man of Da Luo Holy Sect frowned slightly.

Ghost Blade Immortal shouted angrily: "Li Chun Dao! I've tolerated you long enough; your Da Luo Holy Sect pretends to be righteous yet has nothing good. Come on, duel!"

Li Chun Dao also flared up: "Come, you brute!"

A plump youth of Overlord Sect coldly said: "You two seem unwilling to grant me three days of face, so let's duel for three days and three nights!"

"I'll give you a ghostly face; you're involved everywhere, who's afraid of whom?"

"If it's a duel, count me in!" Elder Tai Yi Ling of East Emperor Palace said calmly, his white hair swaying in the wind, a wolf‑tooth staff hanging at his waist.

"Tai Yi Ling, what are you pretending to be?"

The four inevitably faced each other head‑on.

"Enough!" the Tianyuan Sect's True Mirror Immortal, who had once appeared in Donglan City, waved his sleeves, "You all came to recruit disciples, not to duel. If you wish to duel, go to One‑Line Heaven or Star‑Net Altar and file a death claim!"

The cold‑beauty Sword Void Elder of Spirit Sword Sect also said coldly: "Indeed! You are all high‑level cultivators of your respective paths; how can you argue the moment you meet?"

Everyone obediently fell silent.

Sword Void Elder added: "It is said that Donglan City produced a fine seedling, fifteen or sixteen years old, nine‑layer Qi condensation, single‑handedly wiped out nine clans—truly extraordinary, but… if that were all, surely you all would not have come personally?"

"Indeed! You all should know that the Grand Elder of Divine Calculation Palace predicted over a decade ago that the Five Ancient Saints of ten thousand years ago have already reincarnated.

The stakes are truly huge! Among them, the Sword Sage was born within a couple thousand li of Donglan City.

Therefore, any promising seedling would not escape our notice.

Moreover, this Heng Xian is also a sword‑wielder.

Not to mention, this Heng Xian is also a sword‑wielding person.

And also… the person whose sword rang across the nine heavens disappeared here last time; if it were him, that would be interesting.

True Mirror Immortal said, "Therefore, we must obtain this Heng Xian at all costs, but there is only one person; coaxing or snatching him is not a solution. What do you all suggest we do?"

The group slightly frowned.

The Great Monk Mizhi of Mitu Temple, looking like a big‑bellied doll, patted his belly and said first: "Actually it's simple, we won't join the Heng family, and each of us, according to our abilities, will arrange to meet him,"

"first, to examine his root bones, to see if he is indeed as extraordinarily talented as the fellow disciples of the Alchemy and Artifact Refining Alliance described; second, to let him choose himself. We must not resort to force or seize him. What do you think?"

The crowd exchanged glances, and True Mirror Daoist chuckled, "The Great Monk Mizhi makes a sound point!"

After speaking, the group instantly darted to other parts of the city, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The lower‑tier small sects and factions sighed; those that were actually nearby had arrived early, but unfortunately the major sects had issued an order that everyone must enter the city at the same time for fair competition.

These days, you can't even rush to recruit a talented disciple!

Immediately, they also rushed toward various places in the city.

The Heng family members below, looking up with blank faces, asked, "Why… did they just leave?"

Heng Xian also felt surprised, but didn't think much and turned back into the house.

Behind him, Wang Qing and the others had no mind to solve arithmetic problems; they hurried back to the guest rooms to look for Wang Shengchun and other elders.

……

In the western city, a fragrant carriage swooped through the air; Ji Yaoyue, aboard, furrowed her brows and said, "We've lost a lot of time!"

Beside the carriage, Wei Gonggong sighed, "Fortunately, the major sects have just arrived, and that youngster hasn't entered a sect yet,"

"Da Luo Holy Sect has probably sent people as well. Is the princess going to meet sect elders, or live alone?"

Ji Yaoyue smiled lightly, "This time it's my senior uncle Li Chun Dao who came; he treats me very well, so naturally I'm going to see him!"

……

Heng Xian's "Great True Martial Decision" circulated for eight cycles and then stopped; as he stepped out of the door, he saw Xie Lingyu sitting nearby with a restrained expression.

"Is your body feeling clear now?" Heng Xian asked casually.

"Almost there," Xie Lingyu said, her face conflicted, hands rubbing together: "Actually… I'm here as a negotiator!"

"Negotiator?" Heng Xian was surprised.

Xie Lingyu sighed, "My third senior uncle sent me to persuade you to join my Spirit Sword Sect!"

(End of chapter)