Chapter 65

Sheng Xu Zhenren said the Divine Blade Palace is a fart; he blew it away with one breath, and I'm a bit nervous.

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Sheng Xu Zhenren said the Da Luo Holy Sect is a bunch of sissies, it's disgusting, I'm wavering!

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Sheng Xu Zhenren said the East Emperor Palace is terrible, its disciples are all idiots, trash! I feel a bit repulsed.

Similar remarks, within two or three days, Heng Xian likewise said them to Ghost Blade Zhenren, Li Chun Dao, and Tai Yi Ling.

The atmosphere of Donglan City suddenly became strange.

Heng Xiu and Heng De and a few others were greatly frightened; they immediately sought Heng Xian for urgent discussion: "Even our small family and clan, even a tiny sect could wipe us out a hundred times.

You're stirring up trouble on both fronts; what if……"

Heng Xian exclaimed in surprise: "What did I say?"

Heng Xiu Sr. and a few exchanged glances: "Huh! We didn't say anything!"

Heng Xian nodded and said: "To accomplish great deeds, one must dare to gamble; rest assured, they are all mighty experts of the major sects,"

They would never collude in petty gossip like small families.

Moreover, I can tell that Sheng Xu Zhenren's interpersonal skills are probably not good.

Just wait to see him get beaten; it'd be best to crush him!

……

Fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Lantern Festival.

A sudden rainstorm washed Donglan City clean.

Yet Donglan City's million natives had no inclination to celebrate.

As noon approached, five terrifying figures confronted each other in the sky; their immense pressure made everyone feel weighed down.

Many wondered whether Donglan City would be destroyed because of this!

On the main street's stone slab road, an ox cart weaved through pedestrians and congested vehicles, swaying to a stop before the original City Lord's Mansion's main street, where the terrain was finest.

On the carriage, Heng Xian opened the window with Xie Lingyu and Su Wan'er, squinting his eyes upward.

At a height of two or three hundred zhang in the sky, Tai Yi Ling, Shen Santian, Ghost Blade Zhenren, and Li Chun Dao surrounded Sheng Xu Zhenren.

All five stood suspended in midair, their mighty aura shooting straight to the heavens and in all directions.

Each person's presence was so powerful it made one tremble; this absolutely cannot be compared to ordinary people showing off.

In fact, just by standing there, they surpassed everything!

Heng Xian sighed: "The feeling of flying through heaven and earth without relying on spiritual artifacts is truly awesome!"

Xie Lingyu said: "These five seniors are all Primordial Dan Realm elders; each is incredibly powerful, flying through heaven and earth is no problem at all!"

This is completely different from the Condensed Qi Realm's sword flight and the Qi Hai Realm's artifact flight!

We can only envy them!"

Heng Xian gave a thumbs-up: "Well-informed and knowledgeable!"

Xie Lingyu rolled her eyes: "Even if you praise me, I won't forget you said I have a poor figure and am not good-looking."

"Shh!" Heng Xian pointed at the sky, "It's about to begin!"

At this moment, Li Chundao and the four others pulled away from Master Shenxu, their auras gradually rising; even the distant ground felt a tingling numbness on the scalp.

Master Shenxu's white hair and beard flew about, his face gaunt, he suffered greatly: "Fellow Daoists! These past few days you've attacked me with your spiritual sense— that's already enough,

and today you've directly besieged me— what on earth are you up to?"

Li Chundao waved his sleeve: "You old Daoist, you can never hold your tongue, needlessly stirring up trouble—I've tolerated you for far too long!"

Shen Santian's explosive temper: "You old feathered scoundrel, notorious for exploiting wealth, selling your stinking pills all day— that's bad enough,

but you dare provoke the head of my Baowang Sect—I reckon you, old brat, don't even want your two hundred years of cultivation anymore!"

Ghost Blade True Person also coldly said: "My great blade is already thirsting and unbearable!"

"What's the point of wasting words with him?!"

Tai Yiling's temper was even more explosive; he drew from his waist the wolf-tooth club he never puts in his Storage Bag, his aura mighty, and he swung it down.

Boom——

The violent airflow stirred a gale across half the sky; in Donglan City three hundred zhang below, several buildings creaked as cracks appeared.

The frightened passersby and residents scattered in panic.

Heng Xian and the others also drove their carriage into a nearby alley, feeling a sudden chill.

Fortunately, at that moment the Tianyuan Sect's Zhenjing True Person flashed to above the city, waving a mirror that expanded in midair, blocking the auras of the five above.

Boom!

Tai Yiling's wolf-tooth club struck heavily against Master Shenxu's whisk.

The two are simply incomparable.

Master Shenxu spat blood and flew backward upside down.

He had only flown halfway when—

Ghost Blade True Person's blade, Shen Santian's hammer, and Li Chundao's small cauldron had already arrived.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

After three consecutive heavy blows, Master Shenxu couldn't block a single one.

His battered body was nearly deformed, hair disheveled, beard scorched, pitiable beyond measure.

Seeing that Shen Santian and the others were still about to attack.

Saint Void True Person roared: "Four fellow Daoists have already stripped my cultivation; please spare my life! I'll leave now, I won't take disciples anymore, I won't come back!"

Having said that, he spat out a Golden Core, releasing a blaze of light ten thousand zhang bright; for a moment, Shen Santian and the four others dared not approach.

It then wrapped around him, and in a flash he appeared far away, vanishing at the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Ghost Blade True Person laughed wildly: "That old brat escaped using his Golden Core—at least ten years of cultivation wasted! Hahaha…"

The Mirror True Person below shook his head and said: "There are many mortals in the city; you all still need to watch your identities!"

Understood!

The five grew solemn, then simultaneously flickered and vanished from the spot in an instant.

The sky again grew overcast and calm, with a light drizzle pattering down, as if nothing had happened.

That was really refreshing!

Heng Xian sighed, his feelings not yet spent.

It's just that the time was too short!

Xie Lingyu echoed the sentiment.

Heng Xian asked: "By the way, is Saint Void True Person's realm about the same as Shen Santian and Taiyi Ling's?"

Xie Lingyu nodded: "Yes, I've heard the five seniors are all at the middle stage of Primordial Core, though their specialties and cultivation paths differ,

Saint Void True Person excels at alchemy, while the remaining four senior ancestors are maniacs who love combat, specializing in fighting and seeking duels all year round."

"And what about the Mirror True Person down there who uses a mirror?" Heng Xian asked.

Xie Lingyu whispered: "My master said he is at the great perfection of Primordial Core, nearing the False Infant stage,

but he is old in both seniority and age, so even ordinary Primordial Core ancestors must address him as senior when they see him."

However, if he fails to break through to Nascent Soul in these years and cannot seize a Nascent Soul, he may die!

Heng Xian shook his head: "Understood, it's too far from us—let's head back."

The carriage swayed as it left the alley, just about to turn when a luxurious carriage came from the front and blocked the way,

the carriage curtains opened, and Ji Yaoyue, dressed in male attire, leaned out, her delicate face and bright eyes making one's eyes light up: "Where are you headed, Brother Heng?"

Heng Xian thought for a moment: "You're that… Ji Yaoyue?"

"Exactly!" Apparently pleased that Heng Xian remembered her name, Ji Yaoyue opened her folding fan and fanned herself,

then she looked at Xie Lingyu and said: "You seem to be Junior Sister Xie of the Spirit Sword Sect; I met your fifth senior brother Wu Guang once and have seen you before."

Xie Lingyu's expression shifted slightly, she gave a small nod: "Thank you, Senior Sister Ji, for remembering my name; I, I feel deeply honored."

Ji Yaoyue ignored Xie Lingyu, looked at Heng Xian, and smiled: "Meeting is fate; today I'll be the host—how about the two of you enjoy a hearty drink?"

Heng Xian glanced at the sky—it was nearly noon—and said: "A simple invitation is fine, but if there's an ulterior motive, let's just call it off."

Ji Yaoyue chuckled lightly: "I was just looking for someone to grab a meal with."

Then thanks, let's go!

……

"Dong Ling Pavilion," third floor.

In the luxuriously decorated private room, a table was filled to brimming with delicious dishes.

The doors were shut tight; the three sat around the table, with Su Wan'er attending to them.

Ji Yaoyue flung her sleeve with heroic vigor: "Bring the wine!"

Outside, several palace-attired maids carried in seven or eight bottles of clear, jade-like nectar.

Ji Yaoyue introduced: "The dishes are the Eighteen Delicacies of Donglan, the wine is the imperial brew of the Great Zhou Empire—what do you think, Brother Heng?"

Heng Xian nodded: "Abundant! Shall we have a cup?"

"Come, I toast you, Brother Heng!"

(End of chapter)