NOVPUB"I’ve long heard that Fairy Bai astounds all quarters, traversing far and wide, expounding on the Great Dao, bending many a hero to her will. Even the Saint Heir of the Haotian Holy Land, one of the oldest powers in the Great Yan Ancient Kingdom, fell head over heels for her, following Fairy Bai everywhere."
"Saint Heir of Haotian is truly infatuated, to have followed Fairy Bai from the heartland of the distant Great Yan Ancient Kingdom, wandering the four corners of the earth; it’s even said he nearly gave up his esteemed position of Heir..."
"Alas, Fairy Bai is like a Heavenly Immortal descended to the mortal realm, pure and unblemished, and not even the Saint Heir of Haotian Holy Land, the most ancient power of the Great Yan Ancient Kingdom, could gain her favor..."
Many people nearby couldn’t help but discuss.
"Chi la!"
However, just as one of them finished speaking, an intimidating and imposing aura suddenly burst forth.
The divine-looking young man seated on the double-winged celestial horse suddenly had a glint of coldness in his eyes. The black dragon-pattern longspear in his hand cast a cold light, sweeping the man off his feet and landing him at the feet of Qinchuan and his party.
"Dare to wag your tongue about this Saint Heir, seeking death!"
The Saint Heir of Haotian spoke coldly and arrogantly. As a martial artist and cultivator from another nation, he dared to be so unrestrained in the Tianyuan Nation’s territory, striking at Tianyuan Nation’s martial artists.
He spurred his horse forward, his piercing eyes coldly fixing on the person he had just speared, who lay dying at his feet. With a flick of his longspear, he callously delivered another thrust, piercing straight through the man’s forehead.
Then, with a "pu" sound, he withdrew the black dragon-pattern longspear, raised his head to look indifferently forward, and continued to ride on.
"Out of the way!"
His icy gaze fell upon Qinchuan and his party in front of him.
Seeing the arrogance and ruthlessness of the Saint Heir of Haotian, the chatter of the surrounding crowd immediately subsided, and everyone looked at the Saint Heir of Haotian with a touch of horror in their eyes.
Qinchuan glanced at the Saint Heir of Haotian approaching on horseback and raised his eyebrows, "Even Bai Ruoxi was polite in my presence; who are you trying to intimidate?"
As the name "Bai Ruoxi" was mentioned.
The indifferent gaze of the Saint Heir of Haotian suddenly turned icy, staring at Qinchuan, he spoke in a chilly tone, "What are you worth to dare call Xi’er by name!"
As his words fell, the black dragon-pattern longspear in his hand was thrust directly toward Qinchuan, exceedingly arrogant and unrestrained.
However, the black dragon-pattern longspear couldn’t reach Qinchuan as intended and was held fast by a powerful force.
The Saint Heir of Haotian’s eyes narrowed in an instant, and two elders from behind him immediately stepped forward, appearing on either side of the Saint Heir, slightly ahead of him, their eyes vigilantly fixed on Ye Xuanji.
The might of a Saint spread out.
Ye Xuanji stood by Qinchuan’s side, his robe billowing, projecting a bit of the air of an immortal lord.
Qinchuan’s expression remained unchanged as he glanced at the black dragon-pattern longspear fixed in front of him, mere inches from him, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"It seems Haotian Holy Land is truly regressing, are you lacking people? To allow such an impudent fool to become the Saint Heir?"
Qinchuan spoke.
"What did you say?!"
The Saint Heir of Haotian was already astonished to find his attack held by Ye Xuanji, realizing that there was a Saint standing by Qinchuan’s side.
"Entering another country’s territory but acting rashly without restraint, what, you’re upset I called you a fool?"
Qinchuan gave the Saint Heir of Haotian a glance and then his expression turned cold, "Don’t think it’s just you, even if the old freaks of your Haotian Holy Land crawled out of their coffins, in Tianyuan Ancient Kingdom, they wouldn’t dare be so presumptuous!"
"Presumptuous! You dare to speak so brazenly against my Haotian Holy Land, seeking death!"
The Haotian Saint Heir was immediately enraged, and the two accompanying elders by his side also darkened in expression. 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝙗.𝒄𝒐𝒎
"Young Master, the Saint Heir was reckless and bumped into you just now. On behalf of the Saint Heir, this old man apologizes to you. However, your words have insulted our ancestors of the Haotian Holy Land, which seems a bit excessive!"
One of the elders spoke in a heavy tone.
"Elder Zhao, Elder Mo, this person dares to be so brazen, why have you not swiftly killed him!"
Murderous intent flickered in the eyes of the Haotian Saint Heir, and his aura was somewhat peculiar.
Qinchuan glanced at him, his voice thoughtful, "No wonder he’s so thoughtless in his words and deeds. It turns out that he’s practiced the Haotian True Qi incorrectly and has become demonically possessed."
Upon hearing Qinchuan’s words, the two elders at the early stage of the Saint Realm, called Elder Zhao and Elder Mo, immediately showed a change in their expressions and looked at Qinchuan with surprise.
"How do you know about Haotian True Qi, know about the Saint Heir..."
The two elders looked at Qinchuan with shock and wariness, their hearts immensely shaken.
The reason why the Haotian Saint Heir had been so thoughtless and violent was, just as Qinchuan had said, because he’d been demonically possessed during the practice of the Haotian Holy Land’s Divine Technique, the Haotian True Qi.
His practice had gone awry, allowing savage energy to overtake his reason, making him irritable and thus he acted without restraint.
Normally, deviating during the practice of a cultivation method and becoming demonically possessed could have very serious consequences; at best, it could ruin one’s cultivation level, and at worst, it could cause one to completely lose sanity, turning into a killing machine, or even causing his soul to scatter and perish.
However, the Haotian Saint Heir, while demonically possessed, had not lost his cultivation nor his sanity completely, and considering that he had been following Bai Ruoxi, along with the fact that Bai Ruoxi practiced the Heart-Clearing Mantra Spirit Tactic, Qinchuan made an approximate guess.
The Haotian Saint Heir had been following Bai Ruoxi from deep within the Great Yan Ancient Kingdom, traveling all the way to the Tianyuan Ancient Kingdom. Aside from his obvious admiration for Bai Ruoxi, there was another important reason; he likely sought to use Bai Ruoxi’s help to suppress the evil thoughts and emotions and to mitigate the aftermath of being demonically possessed. Discover hidden tales at freewebnovel
He was demonically possessed because of his cultivation but had not lost his sanity or his cultivation level, which was probably due to Bai Ruoxi’s suppression using the Heart-Clearing Mantra Spirit Tactic.
"So it seems he’s practiced himself into stupidity; no wonder his actions are so inept."
Qinchuan gave the Haotian Saint Heir a glance. Having understood the reasons, he couldn’t be bothered to quarrel with such a senseless fool and turned to leave with Zhou Xi and Ye Xuanji.
However, when the Haotian Saint Heir heard Qinchuan’s words, he was immediately enraged, his eyes turning blood-red as unbridled savagery surged through his body, and the malevolent qi that had been suppressed by Bai Ruoxi’s Heart-Clearing Mantra Spirit Tactic immediately erupted.
The two elders, who had been protecting the Saint Heir, also darkened in expression upon hearing Qinchuan’s words and then noticed the Haotian Saint Heir’s abnormal state, their faces changing immediately.
"Saint Heir, quickly embrace your primal unity, steady your Dao heart, and do not let the evil thoughts shatter your reason!"
The two protective elders urgently shouted, while using the might of a Saint to suppress his body.
"Kill him, I want to kill him!"
The Haotian Saint Heir growled.
"Quickly take the Saint Heir to see Bai Ruoxi, and ask Bai Ruoxi to lend a helping hand!"
Without delay, the two protective elders immediately led the Haotian Saint Heir toward the direction in which Bai Ruoxi’s carriage had departed.
As for Qinchuan, the two of them had no time to entangle with him any longer.
"Young Master, how did you know that the Haotian Saint Heir was demonically possessed from practicing Haotian True Qi?"
Ye Xuanji couldn’t help but ask.
"After all, the Haotian Holy Land is one of the oldest and most prestigious powers in the Great Yan Ancient Kingdom, a venerable holy land with a long heritage. How could the Saint Heir they choose be such a brainless idiot?"
"Besides, the surge of malice in his eyes and the instability of his aura are signs of being demonically possessed. The most difficult technique to master from the Haotian Holy Land is the Haotian True Qi. Not only is this technique hard to cultivate, but it’s also prone to deviation. This isn’t the first time someone from their ranks has become demonically possessed while practicing this technique."
Qinchuan looked at the departing convoy and casually said.
