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nChapter 517, Who Leans On Whom

nTranslator: StarReader

nEditor: Elitecoder

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nClap~

nHan Sanshao had a savage look as he watched Zhuo Fan with a light clap, “Oh, a hero in shining armor. And here I thought some reject had jumped in. That being said, you must have good taste like mine to set your eyes on such a fine fairy for dual cultivation. “

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nDemon Soul Sect’s side snickered.

nShui Ruohua grew angry as she watched the two with her guard up and her heart stuck in her throat. They’re both the worst!

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nIf worse comes to worst, I would rather kill myself than let them touch me!

nThose on Mystical Heaven Sect’s side were all keyed up, their brows soaked in sweat.

nWhat rotten luck, meeting two demonic sects and both are enamored by senior sister’s looks. Her killer body is going to kill us all…

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nZhuo Fan eyed them coldly before stopping on Han Sanshao with a smile, “All I want is easy, save the girl and take the herb. If you have your head on straight, you’d scatter this instant before you regret it!”

n“Regret it? Ha-ha-ha, who will make me regret it, you? Just a 6th layer of Profound Heaven cultivator?”

nHan Sanshao had heard the joke of the century, laughing harder. Looking closer at Zhuo Fan’s party, something clicked in him and he mocked, “Are you Xie Wuyue’s son? Being all cocky in the sect and now you’ve come out to die? Didn’t your dad ever tell you to keep your head down?”

nMystical Heaven Sect’s side was filled with doubt.

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nDemon Scheming Sect’s Sect Leader has a son?! They were both Tianyu’s three guardian sects, so how come they’ve never heard of him?

nZhuo Fan chuckled, “What gave you that idea?”

n“It’s those four little freaks behind you. They’re in the 6th layer of Radiant Stage, elders or executives of the sect. They’d never show such respect to just any disciple.”

nHan Sanshao put on a prideful look, having seen it all, “Yet a Profound Heaven disciple like you berated and slapped them and yet they showed no anger. It’s clear as day that you’re above them in the sect. The only possibility for a Profound Heaven disciple to piss on Radiant Stage experts is if you were Sect Leader’s son!”

nHan Sanshao’s analysis was so damn logical even Mystical Heaven Sect’s side watched Zhuo Fan speechless.

nHe must be Xie Wuyue’s son after all. But why haven’t we ever heard of him? Demon Scheming Sect sure knows how to work in secret.

nZhuo Fan only smiled and sighed.

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nIt made so much sense that even Zhuo Fan would reach the same conclusion if the roles were reversed.

nWith how Profound Heaven cultivators putting Radiant Stage experts in their place were scarcer than a hen’s teeth, the only thing that fits here besides second-hand power, was true personal strength.

nBut that was way too outrageous. And yet that’s how Zhuo Fan had been operating and getting wins, leaning only on his own two hands.

nScratching his nose, Zhuo Fan smiled, “Judging by appearances, I see. But that’s fine, as long as it gets the job done and you won’t butt in, I won’t care.”

nZhuo Fan walked over to the herb with a carefree look, as if everyone present was beneath him.

nHe never considered anyone there a roadblock, cruising over to fetch the herb.

nShui Ruohua watched Zhuo Fan swagger on like a hotshot, big shot and the like, and all she could react with was a dumb look.

nZhuo Fan’s attitude was unlike the hostile demonic cultivators while also filled with a greater calm than your average person.

nHan Sanshao’s eyes went cold and his mouth formed a sneer, “It all makes sense now, why Xie Wuyue’s son wasn’t known. He’s not worth anything. A demonic cultivator and yet not one demonic bone in his back makes him a garbage. Someone go out there and teach this nobody a lesson!”

n“Yes, sir!”

nA tough guy with thick arms cupped his hands as his aura exploded with the power of a 9th layer Profound Heaven Stage.

nWhoosh~

nThe guy flashed in Zhuo Fan’s face and punched while ridiculing, “Ha-ha-ha, dumb brat, this is what you get for looking at young master’s possession and girl! Die!”

n“Hi-hi-hi, death begets all who mess with our Steward Zhuo.”

nWith a creepy laughter, four smoke trails came from behind Zhuo Fan.

nThe big guy jerked, finding himself pulled by his limbs in four directions. Following the cackle, four bloody parts dyed the ground with blood and gore.

nMystical Heaven Sect’s brows shook, scared by a little blood and guts.

nWho the hell are they? It’s too savage even for a demonic cultivator, yet these four have no qualms doing it.

nWe get that you want to save your boss’ kid, but that guy was just a Profound Heaven cultivator. Isn’t it just a little bit overkill for four Radiant Stage experts to tear him apart?

nThis was Four Scheming Demons’ nature, not giving a hoot about the other side’s level or numbers. We four have always worked together!

nWhat? Got a problem? Bring it, if you have the guts!

nHan Sanshao barked, “Such valor from Demon Scheming Sect, killing someone from the Demon Soul Sect! You four are dead!”

nHan Sanshao shot for them.

nFour Scheming Demons snickered, turning into smoke. Four Radiant Stage experts in the 6th layer were about to fight one in the 7th layer.

nBut Four Scheming Demons’ eerie moves and combined form had them on the advantage.

nHan Sanshao sensed the strangeness of the enemy yet snickered, “That form is just like my sect’s Shadow Array. If you think you can beat me with just that, think again!”

n“7th grade demonic treasure, Soul Spider Net! “

nHan Sanshao flicked something gray at the four pygmies. It unveiled itself to their shock and trapped all four of them tight.

nNot even as smoke could they get out.

nAnd the net kept tightening, sticking the four close to each other so hard they couldn’t even breathe.

n“Steward Zhuo, save us! This thing is wicked!” The pygmies wailed their distress and begged as the pain mounted and the net shrank.

nHa-ha-ha, Han Sanshao mocked, “Some 6th layer Radiant Stage experts you are, begging a Profound Heaven cultivator for help. Ha-ha-ha, this is too funny!”

n“Laugh it up. Messing with us means messing with Steward Zhuo. And messing with Steward Zhuo will have your head rolling, ha-ha-ha…” Violent Demon cackled despite his plight.

nHis bros copied him, knowing full well that Zhuo Fan had their backs. And that was all they needed.

nThe only way to get these four to truly beg for life with snot on their faces was if he lost as well.

nZhuo Fan was their thick leg, their tree, their rock.

nHan Sanshao frowned. Contrary to his belief, the four pygmies weren’t Zhuo Fan’s bodyguards. The norm would be to beg for life, be stubborn till death or urge their young master to flee.

nWhy then are these guys not one bit afraid, not for them or for the young master. They aren’t worried at all…

nPff!

nThe muffled sound roused Han Sanshao from his thoughts to see Zhuo Fan wearing the same cocky look on his stroll for the herb.

nThe hell? He doesn’t care about the fight he just got out of, or that the four are trapped?

nHan Sanshao’s suspicions of Zhuo Fan only grew and grew.

nIn this case there are only two possibilities. He’s either an ignorant fool, blind to danger, or of such a stable mind, not even the crumbling world could phase.

nThe latter makes him a tough adversary…

nHan Sanshao stood still as he saw Zhuo Fan take the herb with a smile and then walk back to Shui Ruohua.

nIt was the same casual gait, same poise, like the world wasn’t even there.

nThe mood grew odd, with the audience too tense to twitch. Only Zhuo Fan was walking calmly. Demon Soul Sect watched Han Sanshao with a questioning gaze.

nYoung master, are you just going to ignore his blatant disregard of us?

nHan Sanshao never left Zhuo Fan out of his sight, unable to come up with a way to deal with this situation.

nZhuo Fan was just too freaky in his demeanor, throwing all his thinking into disarray.

nWhile Shui Ruohua had a dull look, bearing a faint smile and her heart was a mess.

nJust what is this demonic cultivator up to…

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