Plundering the Heavens - Chapter 404

“Exalt Xing, I just remembered a question I wanted to ask you….”

The second young miss Hentian Ning walked over with a smile, and when she got close, she suddenly lost her balance and fell right towards Fang Xing’s arms. He was half lying down and appeared shocked at her fall, but he soon smiled. “Second Young Miss, be careful…” he shouted with a laugh before pulling her completely into his embrace without any delay or hesitation. “Nn, what perfume did Second Miss use? It smells so good….” He snickered while drawing in a breath and holding Hentian Ning in his arms. “What did you want to ask me?”

Hentian Ning showed a sweet smile and sat on Fang Xing’s legs. “After what you did to Venerated Big Brother earlier, aren’t you scared…?” Her voice was soft, but her cow-horn dagger was slowly making its way closer to Fang Xing’s neck.

The dagger had been crafted from the horn of a peril beast called “Fiery Bull”, and it contained an extremely potent venom that could kill even a full-mastery Foundation Stage cultivator. Even a single cut and a small amount of venom sinking into the skin would be enough; even if it was detoxified in time, it would still leave the victim’s body considerably damaged and their meridians shriveled. A person in such a state would no longer be able to fight and their cultivation level would also diminish, leaving them effectively crippled.

Hentian Ning’s smile was gentle, but her act was vicious. It wasn’t until the dagger had nearly reached Fang Xing’s neck that she showed her true self; she smirked at Fang Xing as he held her chin before she coldly asked, “… that this little miss will take your life?”

“Of course I’m not scared….” Just as Hentian Ning was about to land her strike on Fang Xing’s neck, he quickly tightened his grip on her sharp chin and casually placed a Sense Suspension Talisman on her forehead. Hentian Ning was suddenly unable to move, and even the sneer on her face was frozen in place. The hand with the cow-horn dagger was poised less than an inch away from Fang Xing’s neck, yet now she didn’t have any energy to push it forward.

Fang Xing still held Hentian Ning’s thin waist in his embrace as though nothing had happened, and his finger slid down from her forehead as he continued to snicker. “Your forehead is a little too narrow. Your eyes aren’t small, but it’s a pity they’re shaped like triangles, which gives a harsh appearance. The bridge of your nose isn’t tall enough, and your lips stick out too much, giving you an unrestrained look that certainly isn’t very dignified. Your neck is too thin, your shoulders are too narrow, and your boobs are so lacking that let alone not having much to feel, you might not even have enough for your future babies…. Your waist is thin enough, though, except a little too long, which makes your legs look short…. You can be considered a small-time beauty, but you’re honestly not extraordinary at all. And with that bad temperament of yours….” His expression suddenly changed and he flicked her away.

Although it was only a flick of a finger, Fang Xing had full mastery over Foundation Stage and its power was very substantial. Hentian Ning flew over a dozen feet away before she fell into the pond the red dragon liked to rest on. A yellow talisman paper—the Sense Suspension Talisman—slowly floated down from the air, which Fang Xing caught and placed into his storage sack with a cold smile.

Regardless of anything else, Uncle Fang had been forced to go through an endless stream of danger. His world had been complicated and dangerous from the moment he was weaned off breast milk, so how dare this Hentian Ning try to use her little bit of cleverness to try to compete against him? It was like playing with fire in front of the god of death himself.

“I’m going to kill you…” Hentian Ning’s voice rose up from the pond. She jumped back onto shore and continued clutching the dagger in her hand while looking at Fang Xing full of hatred.

If she’d only wanted to cripple Fang Xing before, now she was filled with genuine murderous intent. It wasn’t really her fault, either; perhaps any girl who’d been felt by another man while being criticized all over would be as angry as she was. She did not dare to move forward, however, as the solemn coldness Fang Xing gave off suddenly made her feel like some kind of joke.

Fang Xing didn’t mind this at all and his sneer returned. “Second Young Miss, although your sister’s temperament is as annoying as yours and she likes to dress as a man, at least her appearance is good. Your height isn’t as tall as hers, your looks are not as delicate as hers, your boobs are not as big as hers, your butt isn’t as perky as hers, and even the time you were born was later than her. How do you intend to compete for a man against her?”

……

“You’re seeking death!” Hentian Ning was infuriated and abruptly dashed towards Fang Xing with the cow-horn dagger, but she did still have some small preparations. Although on the surface she came straight at Fang Xing with her dagger, there was a slight glimmer of light beneath her feet and two thorny vines quietly crept out from behind Fang Xing’s chair. The tips of both vines had a small flower apiece, and as the petals opened, some poisonous fumes were released.

A flash of green light also appeared at the opening of Hentian Ning’s sleeve, and a small green snake flew out to try to bite towards Fang Xing’s neck. As the snake’s mouth slightly opened to bite down, she shouted and a hair-thin needle shot out from between her lips, so thin as to be nearly invisible to the naked eye under the bright sun. By the time her voice had reached Fang Xing’s ears, the needle had arrived right in front of him. It was clear the second young miss truly hated Fang Xing to the extreme to immediately go for a fatal attack like this.

Although Hentian Ning’s cultivation level was low, she did have plenty of random and strange things, and perhaps even late-Foundation Stage cultivators could die from her hands if they did not pay enough attention. Unfortunately for her, such small tricks were like child’s play in front of Fang Xing, who had a spirit sense more powerful than even ordinary early Golden Cores. This crafty and unruly little miss had bumped into a real bandit this time and was just like a mouse running into a cat.

Fang Xing blew some air first, easily dealing with the silver needle she’d shot out from between her lips. His gaze then concentrated, and the illusion of a golden feather suddenly materialized and chopped the green snake into two, causing its halves to twist on the ground with inevitable death. A transparent barrier formed behind him as well, blocking the purple smog from coming close.

When Hentian Ning saw Fang Xing break through all her killing tricks without even having to move, she could only feel terror and shock and her movement towards him became hesitant. Fang Xing didn’t give her the chance to retreat, however, and all five of his fingers clawed at the air to grab her over. He held onto the clothes in front of her chest, tugged her securely atop his legs, and forced her to lean against his knees with a giant pressure preventing her from moving.

“You… what are you doing?” Hentian Ning believed something horrific was about to befall her and was filled with terror.

Sure enough, however, Fang Xing casually replied, “Nah, not that!” He pulled down Hentian Ning’s silk pants as he spoke, and a Flying Sword appeared in his grip with a wave of his hand.

No matter what, Hentian Ning was still just a young girl; how could she let someone take her pants off? “You bastard, let me—” She could only struggle in fear, but all Fang Xing had to do was place a little more suppressive pressure on the hand holding her down and even speaking became impossible.

Fang Xing didn’t hold back and began to smack the flat of his blade against Hentian Ning’s rear, causing her so much pain she began to cry. After ten spankings had passed and her bottom had become purple, he casually tossed her out again so she landed in the same pond as before.

When Hentian Ning climbed out of the pond a second time, the arrogance she’d once had was completely gone. “I… I will definitely tell father so he kills you. He will kill you….” Her eyes were red and her bottom ached, and as she held onto her pants, the glare she sent towards Fang Xing was downright venomous.

Fang Xing still didn’t seem to mind and he slowly said, “If you dare try to play at being vicious with me again, I promise I’ll hit you even harder next time!”

Hentian Ning glanced at him with great hatred a few times, until she suddenly turned to leave the courtyard with the obvious intent to tell on him. It was at that moment Fang Xing suddenly said, “If you leave my courtyard today, I’d say you’ll never win over your sister in all your life….”

His words weren’t loud, but he secretly instilled Qi into it so the voice shot right into her ear and shook her body. Hentian Ning was a little dumbstruck, and she subconsciously turned around without a word to look at Fang Xing.

“Do you know why I hit you?” Fang Xing suddenly smirked. “It’s because you’re an idiot. That black-clothed pretty-boy has clearly got his eyes on the secret pavilion of your Hentian clan, and it’s only natural that the sooner he becomes the son-in-law of your Hentian clan, the better. You’re younger, so no matter what, your wedding date would be later than your sister’s. Besides, that she-man is prettier than you, so why would he choose you?”

Hentian Ning’s expression suddenly changed. “You’re lying!”

“I’m not lying, and I imagine you know this very well too!”

After being chided so viciously, her arrogance had completely disappeared and there was even a slight sense of fear towards Fang Xing. She listened very carefully to his words, and regardless of whether or not she liked to hear them, what he’d said was very likely and mirrored her own concerns.

It wasn’t hard to imagine that the venerated youth wanted to enter the secret pavilion. After joining the Hentian clan, everyone with even a bit of skill would want to take a look inside to see if they could discover the secrets of the Guixu Ruins. Once a person had proven themselves trustworthy and had become part of the Hentian clan, they wouldn’t be allowed to just do whatever they wanted with the secrets, but the pavilion wouldn’t be as strictly guarded against them and they’d be able to read what was inside. If Fang Xing’s words were true, her big sister truly did have a great advantage over her.

“Do you want to form an alliance with me?” Hentian Ning wasn’t an idiot, and she’d somewhat guessed his intentions after hearing what he had to say.

Fang Xing snickered. “It’s only natural we’ll form an alliance. I want to bed your sister, and you want to bed that pretty-boy; isn’t an alliance simply a matter of course?”

“You’ve got it all planned out, huh?” Hentian Ning sneered. “Let me tell you this: me and my sister are like water and fire. I cannot help you at all!”

Fang Xing laughed. “Does your little grandpa need your help? In fact, I’m the one going to help you!”

“You help me?” Hentian Ning was somewhat confused by this. “How?”

Fang Xing’s expression became stern, and he suddenly asked in a very serious tone, “Let me ask you this first. Do you like that guy everyone calls ‘Venerated Youth’?”

Hentian Ning’s small face lifted up with pride. “Of course!”

“Do you intend to marry him?”

“I will not marry anyone aside from Venerated Big Brother!”

Fang Xing showed a sly smile and lowered his voice. “In that case, I’ve prepared a pellet for you. Go take it and bed him….”