Chapter 213, Truce and Disaster

Translator: Tamon

Translation Checker: Silavin

 

In the Myriad Mountains, Qin Xiuwen and Fa Tian had clashed over a thousand times by now.

 

As Immortal Domain geniuses, they were both tough yet a winner still didn’t present itself.

 

Fa Tian had the Tyrant Demon Body helping him, but Qin Xiuwen had a constitution as well, Seven Apertures Sacred Body.

 

Qin Xiuwen was in no way weaker.

 

Fa Tian’s clothes were rags now, covered in wounds.

 

Qin Xiuwen didn’t fare much better, beaten black and blue and a broken arm.

 

His girls cried out in worry at his sight and lashed out at Fa Tian.

 

Qin Xiuwen had to stop these belles from Fa Tian killing them for wanting to take revenge for their dear husband.

 

As the fight between the two geniuses heated up, it gathered a larger and larger audience. The cultivators watched in shock and awe, at the might of an Immortal Domain genius, turning confidence into despair.

 

[These guys are monsters! With so much power, how can we stand a chance against them at the disciple contest?]

 

Only at dusk did the fighting cease.

 

Qin Xiuwen laughed, “Fa Tian, you’re tough, but you can’t kill me.”

 

Fa Tian huffed with a grimace. Qin Xiuwen’s strength surpassed his predictions. He’d have gone all out in ending Qin Xiuwen, but there was the matter of the disciple contest to think about.

 

He would rather avoid letting a third party take the big win from their fight. Fa Tian was certain there had to be more Immortal Domain geniuses on Nine Province Continent beside Qin Xiuwen. So he ceased hostilities, openly at least, and withdrew.

 

Besides, his main target had been Mo Wentian.

 

Now that the pain in the rear Mo Wentian slipped through his fingers again, Fa Tian’s annoyance only grew.

 

“I’ll end you at the disciple contest.” Fa Tian left with that promise.

 

“Not with that little strength.” Qin Xiuwen huffed back, though he relaxed inside. His mighty aura dropped as he ate a pill on his way to his cave.

 

The nineteen beauties took immediate care of him.

 

“Husband, are you feeling well?”

 

“Ladies, I am spent and aching all over.”

 

Qin Xiuwen buried his battered face between two lofty and soft hills as he put on a pitiful look.

 

The ladies fell for it and cried.

 

“There, there, husband.”

 

“Let me kiss it to make it better.”

 

“I’ll massage.”

 

“Let’s dual cultivate.”

 

“Yeah, sixteenth sister is right. Husband will be as good as new after a round of dual cultivation.”

 

The gorgeous girls pampered Qin Xiuwen.

 

The watching cultivators were dying from envy. [It must be great to be surrounded by beauties.]

 

Fa Tian returned to his search for Mo Wentian throughout Myriad Mountains.

 

With Mo Wentian on his last leg, he couldn’t have gotten far. And sure enough, Fa Tian easily picked up his aura. It was leading away from a tree.

 

Fa Tian’s eyes were cold. “I wonder where you’ll run away this time?”

 

Mo Wentian had slipped away not once, but twice. Fa Tian’s hatred for the punk ran bone deep. He vowed to end him at all costs!

 

The bloodlust in his eyes spiked as he followed the trail.

 

…

 

Chen Changan reached Glorious Heaven City with Mo Wentian at dusk.

 

Mo Wentian was still pale and hurt all over, though much better than before.

 

“It hasn’t even been a day since I left, and now I’m back again.” Mo Wentian sighed.

 

The two entered the city, watching the crowd of people moving to and fro, minding their own business, despite night quickly approaching.

 

“Brother Mo, do you know if Glorious Heaven City has any places of entertainment?”

 

Mo Wentian paused, “Brother Jiang, when it comes to entertainment, such establishments must be in the most crowded area. Follow me, I know it best.”

 

Mo Wentian took Chen Changan to Scarlet Lounge, in downtown’s busiest area.

 

Love was in the air, accompanied by the sound of music, the sounds of drunkards, and the giggles of girls, all coming from the Scarlet Lounge.

 

Chen Changan’s excitement rose.

 

He and Mo Wentian shared a knowing smile. They were both men of culture.

 

“Brother Mo, come. It’ll be my treat.”

 

As Chen Changan led Mo Wentian inside, disaster struck!