112: You're not selling sacks to carry people?

"?" Xu Lieying looked at Chen Heng in front of him with a bewildered expression.

He seemed not to have fully understood what Chen Heng had just said, so he scratched his ear and asked,

"Uh, say that again."

"Did I mishear?"

"How did I hear you say you're about to reach Houtian Realm?"

"You didn't mishear." Chen Heng took off his iron futu helmet and looked at Xu Lieying very seriously.

"In another two or three days, I'll pretty much be in the Houtian Realm."

"When that happens, I'll spar with Hall Master Xu again."

...Xu Lieying's face was blank, and his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

That's not right. Didn't this kid just break through to Tongxuan a few days ago?

It's only been a few days?

Huh?

He's about to break through to the Houtian Realm?

I've struggled my whole life and only reached the Houtian Realm, and this kid seems to be only sixteen?

A sixteen-year-old Houtian Realm martial artist, it seems there's only one such person in the entire Great Liang?

Just as Xu Lieying was deep in his internal monologue, Chen Heng had already turned and returned to his courtyard.

He indeed wasn't lying. The Houtian Realm requires about two hundred years of skill (cultivation base), and he currently had two hundred and three.

He estimated he would be able to break through to the Houtian Realm in the next two days.

Hmm, after breaking through to the Houtian Realm, he would make another trip to the Wutong Sect Headquarters.

Chen Heng had always been eyeing the Wutong Sect's long row of warehouses.

Returning to his room, Chen Heng placed the two-hundred-plus-pound fine steel spear on the ground.

His table, having suffered much abuse, really couldn't bear such a heavy weight anymore.

As for the iron futu set, Chen Heng placed it directly on the floor beside his bed.

He planned to Optimize the fine steel spear, but not the iron futu.

That thing, besides being decorative, only served to mess with people's minds. There was no need to waste Optimization attempts.

Its durability wasn't even as high as his own thick skin.

Opening the panel, Chen Heng clicked Optimization.

The Optimization count dropped from six to five, and the fine steel spear disappeared from the ground.

Opening the system backpack, a pitch-black long spear with golden patterns appeared inside.

[thousand-year profound iron spear: Weighs 1,200 jin, indestructible. The golden patterns on it can guide Qi and blood, and release Qi and blood externally.]

Chen Heng was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out this thousand-year profound iron spear.

This spear felt cold to the touch and was incredibly heavy.

Chen Heng tried to concentrate his Qi and blood in his right hand, and something strange happened.

The golden patterns on the thousand-year profound iron spear turned from gold to red, and the entire spear became incredibly eerie.

"This is absorbing my Qi and blood..."

Chen Heng frowned. This spear had something to it.

Fortunately, Chen Heng had abundant Qi and blood, so no matter how much the thousand-year profound iron spear absorbed, it couldn't drain him dry.

Soon, the thousand-year profound iron spear stopped absorbing Qi and blood, and the golden patterns pulsed like blood vessels.

Chen Heng could feel that a massive amount of power had accumulated within the spear.

"Find a place to test it."

He certainly couldn't test it in his own courtyard, unless Chen Heng had money to burn.

Carrying the thousand-year profound iron spear, Chen Heng called for his coachman, Old Liu.

"Let's go, take me to Shigou Village."

"No, let's go to the cloth shop first."

Chen Heng had originally planned to go to the Wutong Sect Headquarters after breaking through to the Houtian Realm, but he now needed a place to test his moves.

Both the Hegemon Spear Technique and the Seven Mansions Divine Saber required a relatively strong opponent to test them out.

Among the entire Five Spirits Gang, the only one who might give Chen Heng some pressure was Gou Longxun, the Xiantian Martial Artist.

But they couldn't possibly engage in a life-and-death struggle, could they?

Putting everything else aside, Gou Longxun would still be needed in a few days to help deal with the Ghost Corpse Temple.

If he really injured that old man, wouldn't they be down a combatant then?

So, the Wutong Sect's cultists were the best choice.

They committed all sorts of evil, were utterly inhumane, and Chen Heng felt no guilt in killing them.

Soon, Old Liu parked the carriage in front of a cloth shop, and Chen Heng immediately got out.

"Master Chen, why have you come to our humble shop?"

The Shopkeeper of the cloth shop immediately scurried over upon seeing Chen Heng, his face beaming with smiles.

"I came to look at cloth."

Chen Heng casually picked up a piece of silk fabric and rubbed it.

"Master Chen, please look around as you wish. Just take whatever you like!"

This Shopkeeper was quite generous, showing none of the stinginess typical of small business owners.

"Don't give me that. Whatever the price is, that's what it is."

Chen Heng shook his head and picked up the largest roll of silk fabric nearby.

"How big are your largest burlap sacks?"

"The largest..." The cloth shop Shopkeeper thought for a moment, then pulled out an extra-large burlap sack, two zhang wide and two zhang long, from under the counter.

"Master Chen, how about this one?"

"The fabric of this sack is particularly fine and sturdy. It can hold at least three or four people."

"?" Chen Heng was stunned for a moment, looking at the man in front of him with some surprise.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why would I use a burlap sack to hold people?"

"Ah?" The cloth shop Shopkeeper was also taken aback.

"Master Chen, aren't you buying burlap sacks to hold dead bodies?"

"I'm using them for medicinal herbs! What nonsense are you spouting!"

The two stared at each other, and the entire cloth shop fell into a strange silence.

"Alright, alright, give me four of these large sacks and calculate the price."

Chen Heng didn't intend to argue with the cloth shop Shopkeeper and simply skipped the topic.

"Alright, coming right up!"

The cloth shop Shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly went to get the burlap sacks for Chen Heng.

Soon, Chen Heng had the four burlap sacks in hand, got into the carriage, and headed towards Shigou Village.

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Underground Cavern, Main Altar of the Wutong Cult.

Sacred Offering Hall.

A white-haired old man sat with his eyes closed in the main seat, listening to Lu Jiu report the news of Two Seven's death below.

"You said, there was a thief in the Headquarters?"

The old man opened his eyes, revealing a pair of pure black pupils.

Lu Jiu shivered all over, immediately knelt on both knees, his forehead touching the ground.

"Yes, Elder One One, Elder Two Seven indeed died at the hands of that person."

"Hehe, to think there's a worm who doesn't know its place, daring to run wild on my Wutong Sect's territory."

Elder One One sneered.

"Did you get a clear look at that person's appearance?"

"I couldn't see clearly, but I can confirm that the person was completely black and possessed immense strength."

"Even Elder Two Seven's Blood God Claw was torn apart by his single palm strike."

"Immense strength..." Elder One One frowned, muttering to himself.

"Could it be those lunatics from Qianfa Tower?"

"No, that's not right. They don't have Divine Ability, so how could they find this place?"

"Lu Jiu, do you remember which direction Two Seven and that thief ran towards?"

Elder One One had a bad feeling, always sensing that the thief might return.

"When Elder Two Seven was pursuing, he ran out from the western city wall, but Elder Two Seven's clothes were later found in the boundless black plains."

"Further ahead is the teleportation array that Elders Three Seven, Four Seven, and Wu Qi jointly inscribed."

"Where that array leads is unknown."

"The three Elders never mentioned this matter to anyone back then."