Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 508 - 492 A Period of Worldly Affairs (1/3)

Chapter 508: Chapter 492 A Period of Worldly Affairs (1/3)

The girl in the green dress was panting heavily, but she finally felt relieved upon reaching this place. Just now, she had been running so desperately that her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her throat. Now that she relaxed her mind, she nearly sat down with a flop.

She propped her hands on her knees, the sweat on her forehead rolling down like rainwater, instantly soaking her clothes, which then clung tightly to her graceful body.

It was the height of summer, and she wasn’t wearing much to begin with. Now, with her clothes soaked through, her curvaceous figure was fully outlined—her proud breasts stood tall with exquisite shape, and below was her slender waist, only a handful, followed by her buttocks which tilted upward slightly, not large, but as round and plump as peaches, infinitely seductive!

Her legs were slender and long, her feet delicate, and the slightly exposed ankles white as jade!

Seeing this enticing sight, those dozen or so brutes all reacted uncontrollably, their crotches bulging. The shameless ones even reached out and started groping themselves.

"Little sister, don’t be shy, big brother just wants to have some fun with you!"

"Zhang Xiu, what kind of fun do you want to have with her?"

"Heh heh, naturally, the kind that everyone enjoys!"

"Sister, don’t be scared, we’re not bad guys, we just want to play a game with you!"

"We just want to teach you a few things, heh heh, things that will benefit you for a lifetime!"

How could these brutes restrain themselves? They began to harass the girl in the green dress with crude and lewd comments.

The girl in the green dress remained unmoved. Her only hope now was that those men would be deterred by the awe-inspiring reputation of Zhou Heng’s "Divine Statue". In reality, she didn’t believe that a stone statue could have such power, but she was out of options—it was her last straw.

"Stop pretending, you little slut, with such big breasts and a pert ass like that, you’re definitely a whore! Come over here, big brother is well-endowed and will make sure to give you the time of your life!" said one of the brutes as he stared at the girl in the green dress, his saliva flowing.

She was just too beautiful. He had never encountered someone of such high caliber, even among those he had been with.

Even the Seventh Mistress of Third Master Qian from the town didn’t compare—and it was known that this Seventh Mistress was a top courtesan from the Spring-Watching Building in the city, whom Third Master Qian had spent nearly all his life savings to redeem!

And who was Third Master Qian? An expert of the Spirit Gathering Realm!

If he could have his way with this girl, wouldn’t he be more impressive than Third Master Qian?

The brutes’ eyes all reddened with desire. A man’s pursuits in life boiled down to wealth, power, and beauties, and the girl before them was top-grade, worth risking their lives to seize!

"Boss, that talk about a Divine Statue is just rural hearsay and may not be true!" one of the brutes said.

"Right, right, right, how could there be something so miraculous? We can’t miss out on this top-grade chick because of that!" another chimed in.

Their boss was a slightly short and stocky middle-aged man with a great saber slung at his waist and muscles bulging all over, exuding a murderous aura. He glared at the two men and said, "Then you two go first!"

"Boss—" The two men’s faces immediately fell. Although it was just a legend and might not be true, what if it was?

"Damn it, I’m ordering you to go, and you dare to bargain with me?" The boss slapped each of the two men on the face, looking ferocious.

"Yes, yes!" The two men knew all too well how temperamental their boss was; he could easily kill someone in a fit of rage. They exchanged glances and moved forward cautiously, as if there were traps on the ground.

"Hurry up!" their boss yelled from behind.

The two men quickly picked up their pace, five steps, ten steps, twenty steps, yet nothing changed!

Ha ha, the legend of the Divine Statue punishing the wicked was obviously false!

The two men grew bolder, quickened their steps, and approached the girl in the green dress with lecherous smiles on their faces.

The first pick was definitely for the boss, and there might not even be a second or third round for them. With such a prime beauty, the boss would likely keep her all to himself, so they would take their chances with a grope, considering touching her breasts or buttocks a victory.

The girl in the green dress turned ashen, realizing that these villains had not been frightened off after all.

In that instant, she thought of death, preferring it to the humiliation of falling into the hands of these brutes.

She turned and looked toward the cliff; if she jumped off from here, it would all be over.

"Sigh," a gentle sigh sounded, echoing in the hearts of everyone present.

"Who’s there!" the dozen or so robust men shouted, with the voice striking fear into their hearts.

"Just a moment ago you were all brimming with lascivious courage, so why are you afraid now?" Zhou Heng said, moving slightly as the dust fell from his body. With a sweep of golden Divine Light, he appeared spotless in an instant.

"The Divine Statue has manifested!"

The brutes turned pale with fright; this was way beyond what they could imagine.

"It’s fake! It must be fake!" The boss was the most composed as he drew the great saber from his waist. "This kid must be human, playing tricks here!"

"Yes, it’s fake!" The others also cried out, all deep down hoping that Zhou Heng was not a supernatural being. If the legend were true, then they would be in big trouble.

Zhou Heng burst into laughter and said, "Of course I’m a person!"

At his words, the burly men all felt a sense of immense relief—as if a great weight had been lifted off their shoulders. Thank goodness, it’s a person!

"Damn it, you dare to pretend to be a ghost and deceive me, I’ll chop you up!" One of the impatient burly men immediately pulled out his sword from his waist, raised it high over his head, and slashed down towards Zhou Heng.

"That’s a lightweight sword; what a waste to use it as a cleaver!" Zhou Heng casually remarked, flicking his finger. The man’s sword instantly flew out of his hand, shooting through the air with a silvery flash and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

If the Black Donkey were here, it would have definitely scorned Zhou Heng mightily because the man had no idea how many times he had used the Black Sword as a cleaver to chop and carve. Yet here he was, reprimanding others with righteous indignation—he had indeed inherited some of its shamelessness.

The burly men were utterly stunned. What kind of being was this? Could a mere flick of his finger send a sword flying? Was this truly something a human could do?

Only the young girl in green showed a look of delight. She wouldn’t care how powerful Zhou Heng was—as far as she was concerned, the stronger, the better!

"Who, who are you?" the leader of the bandits asked with a trembling voice.

With the power of a deity that Zhou Heng now possessed, just a single thought could obliterate mountains and evaporate seas. The reason he still took action was simply out of habit, as his cultivation level had risen too quickly. Only in battle did he remember to harness his divine powers.

"Are you worthy of asking who I am?" Zhou Heng glanced past him, the disdain clear in his eyes. He loathed people who bullied women the most!

Of course, evil knows no gender; some wicked women deserved to be oppressed—that was a different matter altogether.

As Zhou Heng’s gaze swept over him, the leader felt a chill in his heart and fell to his knees with a thump. His hands clasped his neck as his face turned crimson.

He couldn’t breathe.

"You’ve reaped what you’ve sown—no one to blame but yourself!" Zhou Heng stood with his hands behind his back, and with just a slight movement of his aura, all the burly men fell to their knees, clutching their throats. An invisible force pressed upon them, leaving them gasping for air!

They wanted to beg for mercy, but no matter how wide they opened their mouths, they couldn’t make a sound, like fish out of water, their eyes rolling back in distress.

In just a few minutes, the burly men suffocated to death, ending their lives of multiple wicked deeds.

To someone at Zhou Heng’s level, killing these mere ants was nothing to dwell on, though he did feel a little sentimentality. He was already a Two Tribulations Quasi-Immortal, yet he still took the time to slay a few martial artists who hadn’t even reached the Third Layer of Body Refinement.

But evil does not have a strength limit—should he let them off the hook just because they were weak?

Zhou Heng didn’t harbor grand ambitions to rid the world of all evil, but he would not let off those who crossed his path!

"May I ask for the name of this great hero?" the young girl in green suddenly asked just as Zhou Heng was about to take to the skies.

Zhou Heng turned and saw the girl, graceful in figure and delicate in features—a beautiful woman, no doubt. Unfortunately, ordinary beauties were no longer of interest to him after having his appetite spoilt by Ying Mengfan and the others, especially by Huo Tian!

A hero?

Zhou Heng had been praised and cursed before, but no one had ever called him a hero. It was indeed a novel experience!

He smiled slightly, "I’m no hero; I merely stepped in to meddle. There’s no need for you to take it to heart!"

"To my benefactor, it’s just a trifle, but to me, it’s an eternal gratitude. Please, hero, tell me your name!" the girl in green insisted.

"We’ve met by chance, and soon I will leave for another world. We won’t meet again, so let’s leave it at that," Zhou Heng said, and with a tap of his foot, he soared into the sky.

"My name is Zhang Yuxin, and I will find you!" the girl in green shouted at the top of her lungs.

She didn’t know if Zhou Heng had heard her, but she clenched her fists tightly, her face alight with determination.

...

Of course, Zhou Heng had heard her, but why would he care? In recent days, he had helped countless people; how could he possibly remember each one individually? His aid was not given for something in return.

Zhang Yuxin—a nice name, but just a fleeting figure in his life, never to be encountered again.

Whoosh, Zhou Heng sped up to the fastest rate. A year had passed, and now he found himself longing for family, friends, his beloved wife... the beautiful servants, not so much.

Half a day later, Zhou Heng’s figure suddenly descended into Wind Spirit City.

As he walked leisurely, looking at the bustling crowd around him, he felt a sense of peace and joy.

He was still a Tribulation short of reaching the Three Tribulations Quasi-Immortal stage, so he needed more life experience.

Although he wasn’t walking fast, he reached the Yuan Family’s place within half an hour. But now, it was no longer called Yuan Mansion; it had been renamed Zhou Residence—the Zhao Family didn’t settle here because Zhou Heng feared the Linghu Family might come killing from the Immortal Realm.

Once Zhou Heng ascended to the Immortal Realm, the Zhou Residence would be abandoned, leaving no trace for anyone to track his past.

"Uncle, what are you looking around for?" Zhou Heng had stopped at the entrance to take a look around when he heard a sweet and soft voice. He turned his head and saw a little girl about five or six years old squatting on the ground, playing with ants using a twig covered in honey.

Uncle? Was he the uncle? Zhou Heng was a bit taken aback. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to endorse and vote at Qidian’s website. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)