183: Is he mentally ill?

“You’ve heard of me?”

Xu Sanyan was slightly curious. He didn’t expect his reputation to spread so quickly; in such a short time, even the Zuoqiu Clan, thousands of miles away, knew about him.

Zuoqiu Hui nodded silently. Zuoqiu Xin, beside her, didn’t understand why her third sister suddenly made such an expression. What if he was a Demon Sect Saint? They were the famous Huai Lake Seven Heroes!

Moreover, it was two against one; the advantage was with them!

Xu Sanyan didn’t know what they were thinking. Instead, he was somewhat curious about his own reputation. “How do people outside evaluate me? Could you tell me?”

Zuoqiu Hui couldn't gauge his temper, but she knew to say what sounded good. So, after a moment of thought, she said, “Outsiders all say that the Saint’s strength is superb, his talent unparalleled, and he is a Genius no less than Fang Qingge or Net Intent.”

Xu Sanyan recalled the two in his mind and nodded silently. Those two were indeed extraordinary, and he wasn't entirely confident he could defeat them.

Zuoqiu Xin was bewildered. How did her third sister start flattering him?

“Sister, if we join forces, we might not be afraid of…”

“Fourth Sister, silence!”

Zuoqiu Hui quickly stopped her sister’s suicidal behavior and, full of apology, bowed to Xu Sanyan, saying, “My younger sister speaks without thinking. I hope the Saint will not take offense.”

She didn't believe for a second that the two of them combined could contend with Xu Sanyan. In her opinion, this person’s strength was at least on par with the Luo family siblings. Even if all of the Huai Lake Seven Heroes attacked together, the outcome would be uncertain, let alone with only the two of them now.

Xu Sanyan magnanimously waved his hand. He had always been more lenient towards beautiful women, especially smart and beautiful women like Zuoqiu Hui.

Of course, the premise was that it didn't harm his own interests.

“No matter. Actually, your younger sister also has a point. If the two of you join forces, there might be a chance to slay me, this Devil Head, with your swords and uphold the Righteous Path in the world.”

Xu Sanyan didn't care at all that the world defined him as a Devil Head. In his view, so-called Righteous and Demonic were all illusory; only strength was real.

Zuoqiu Hui’s heart tightened. With a stiff smile, she said, “The Saint is joking. My sisters and I are here only for some experience to broaden our horizons. We absolutely have no intention of being enemies with the Saint.”

“Haha…”

Xu Sanyan chuckled lowly, no longer bothering with the two, and pulled out his mother stone to check on his subordinates’ situations.

Except for a few who hadn't replied, everyone else had found a place to hide. They should be able to safely get through tonight.

And among those who hadn't replied, there was Xiang Tan.

At this moment, in the south of the city, under that giant begonia tree,

A shadowy figure wandered aimlessly. One could vaguely make out that it was a woman, wearing a bright red bridal veil and a fitted, large red qipao. As her skirt swayed, her long, beautiful legs were revealed, and her graceful figure was captivating.

It was just that her stature was a bit large, over ten feet tall, almost like the “Eight-Foot Lady” of the Immortal Realm.

On the three-story pavilion not far away, Xiang Tan lay on the ground, desperately covering her mouth, her eyes fixed on the begonia tree. She scanned the female ghost with her peripheral vision, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Half an hour ago, Xiang Tan still had someone with her, an Inner Sect Disciple of Red Dragon Mountain named Yang An, whose cultivation was at Foundation Establishment Completion.

Earlier, Xu Sanyan had sent a message for everyone to gather under the begonia tree. Yang An, being not far from there, arrived first and waited there with Xiang Tan.

As night deepened, a gust of cold wind happened to blow, and the female ghost’s figure suddenly appeared. Yang An’s gaze met the female ghost’s, and his body instantly stiffened, walking uncontrollably towards the female ghost.

Xiang Tan watched helplessly as Yang An was embraced by the female ghost and gradually turned into a dried corpse, utterly powerless to resist.

“Can’t look her in the eye!”

Xiang Tan was filled with dread but dared not get up and flee. She could only observe the female ghost’s movements with her peripheral vision.

She didn't dare to meet its gaze, yet she didn't dare to completely lose sight of it.

When she was a Mortal, she was particularly afraid of spiders. Once, a fist-sized spider crawled into her room, scaring her half to death. She frantically looked for something to crush it. But when she turned back with a wooden stick, she found that…

The spider was gone!

Then, in another glance, she found the spider crawling on her pant leg, its disgusting compound eyes staring intently at her…

From then on, she developed this habit: the more afraid she was, the more she had to look. It was fine when it was in her sight, but once that thing was out of sight, no one knew where it would appear next.

She was afraid that in a blink of an eye, the female ghost would be floating above her, watching her eerily…

“What to do, what to do!”

Cold sweat broke out on Xiang Tan’s forehead. She felt that the female ghost had already discovered her. It would suddenly stop from time to time and face her directly. Even through the red bridal veil, she could feel “it” staring at her!

The sub-stone in her hand emitted waves of warmth. She knew this was Xu Sanyan sending a message, but she didn’t dare to look.

Xu Sanyan held the mother stone and frowned slightly. Was Xiang Tan dead?

The message was like a stone sinking into the sea, receiving no response. It was also possible that she was in danger and had no time to respond.

“Bang!”

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from the street corner. Xu Sanyan looked up and saw a figure being chased by a corpse demon, fleeing in a panic. Behind him, a giant, ape-like beast was chasing furiously on all fours, smashing all obstacles in its path.

Zuoqiu Hui stared at the fleeing figure, her beautiful eyes wide, and said with a hint of surprise, “Huan Xier?”

Xu Sanyan looked at the approaching figure. His flashy red robe was torn to shreds, hanging on him in strips of rags. He had two pigtails tied upwards on his head, and a large gold hoop hung from his left ear, making him look out of place.

“The one from Shangyin Mountain?”

Xu Sanyan remembered. This person was also very famous, ranked alongside Mo Qianqian as the two prodigies of Shangyin Mountain, with strength no less than Qi Liang and others.

“Yes, the adopted son of Dragon Herding Daoist from Shangyin Mountain,” Zuoqiu Hui revealed his origin.

Dragon Herding Daoist’s status in Shangyin Mountain was comparable to Mad Daoist’s, and his cultivation was also at the He Dao Realm.

“You idiot, why are you still chasing me? Do you want to eat shit or something?”

Huan Xier roared, took off his shoe, and threw it hard at the corpse demon. With a leap, he darted into a pavilion on the other side.

The corpse demon pursued relentlessly, its massive body directly crashing into the pavilion, disappearing amidst rolling dust and smoke.

Xu Sanyan twitched his lips. “Is he… not quite right in the head?”

“Hmm… a little. It’s said that this person is nominally the adopted son of Dragon Herding Daoist, but in reality…”

Zuoqiu Hui looked up slightly. “He is the child born from Dragon Herding Daoist and his own elder sister. Incest… you understand.”

Xu Sanyan raised an eyebrow. “That exciting?”

Zuoqiu Hui pouted, wiggling her nose. “Isn’t it? I heard that Dragon Herding Daoist not only had an affair with his sister, but even with some elders in his family… there are some rumors circulating.”

“Tell me more.”

Xu Sanyan smiled. He was very interested in such gossip.

“Dragon Herding Daoist’s second aunt was also the Saintess of Shangyin Mountain in the previous generation. Her beauty was exquisite, no less than Mo Qianqian’s, but because she fell in love with Dragon Herding Daoist, she voluntarily gave up her Saintess position. This matter caused a huge stir back then. Haven’t you heard of it, Saint?”

Xu Sanyan shook his head, asking very curiously, “Then Dragon Herding Daoist’s mother…?”