c689: 684. Demon Race Hatchery (Second Update)

Chapter 689: 684. Demon Race Hatchery (Second Update) Following a quick step to come before Wen Ping, he greeted with warm smile, "Sect Leader Wen, it’s been some time since we last met. How have you been lately?"

"Sect Leader Hanshan." Wen Ping returned the courtesy.

Bu Ling stood beside, slightly bowing to express his respect, joking, "Sect Leader Wen, my careless words from the other day, please forgive me. I shall visit to apologize another day. Speaking of Bainian Xiang, she’s really something; joining the Immortal Sect is a good thing, yet she waited so long to tell us."

"Haha."

Wen Ping responded with a laugh.

Seeing Wen Ping laugh, Bu Ling assumed past grudges were dissolved with a laugh and quickly began saying some polite remarks.

To this, Wen Ping remained silent.

Occasionally nodding in agreement.

Bu Ling, skilled in social niceties, was saying things made up on the spot, if it weren’t for the Demon Realm being unopened, Wen Ping would barely listen to this sort of talk.

...

Amidst the crowd, Wen Meng would occasionally glance at Wen Ping.

She was bewildered at the moment.

Who would have thought that the roadside bandit she once met was actually a sect leader.

Across the whole Heaven and Earth Lake, there weren’t many who could casually conversate with Bainian Hanshan and Bu Ling.

Wen Ping was indeed one among them!

Thinking back, perhaps Wen Ping was never really a bandit back then, but simply intent on clearing the road of wrongdoers.

...

Meanwhile, upon seeing Bainian Hanshan converse with Wen Ping, various forces were puzzled.

A clan leader from a Four-star Giant Influence, seeing Xiahou nearby, directly asked, "Xiahou, who are those people? Why haven’t I seen them before?"

Everyone immediately looked towards Xiahou.

As Bainian Hanshan’s mortal enemy.

He should be the most informed about Bainian Hanshan, and among those present, perhaps only Xiahou would know most clearly who they were.

Xiahou stared coldly at the person who asked him, and then coldly replied, "They’re your daddy! Hurry up and go fawn over them!"

With that said, Xiahou turned his head away, looking no more.

Being scolded like that, everyone wanted to censure Xiahou.

Suddenly, they heard a whisper, "That’s the Immortal Sect, the one Bainian Xiang joined."

"So what?"

People were somewhat perplexed.

Bainian Xiang was the legitimate heir to the sect leader’s position.

Wouldn’t Bainian Hanshan be very angry that she joined another sect?

Why then, do they appear so close with the Immortal Sect?

"You all, you’ve been so focused on yourselves these days, you’ve not heard anything. Let me tell you, the Immortal Sect’s sect leader brought some young ones here, the oldest seems just about eighteen or nineteen, with two of them only at the Lower Profound Realm, yet their ranking in the points leaderboard is over a hundred."

"Really?"

"Don’t believe me? Check the leaderboard yourself. Or ask others. The Immortal Sect’s Vein Technique, it’s extraordinary. Fire Attribute Vein Skill, used by the Lower Profound Realm but can injure the Upper Profound Realm. Also, their swordsmanship, spans a hundred yards, killing as well from there. Used by Lower Profound Realm disciples, not even Xia Family’s Barbaric Demon Spirit Body could withstand it."

"This powerful?"

Everyone was amazed, looking scornful at Wen Ping, then at Xiahou.

They understood why Xiahou "vented all over."

How could Xia Family compete with Hidden Dragon Sect in the future if Hidden Dragon Sect had such powerful friends?

But why hadn’t anyone heard of this Immortal Sect before?

Someone started to speak softly.

"Could this Immortal Sect be some secretive sect?"

"Never heard of it."

"Didn’t hear of it before this centennial event began."

Everyone chatted and expressed the same unfamiliarity.

Among them, only one appeared puzzled.

Because he seemed to have heard the name Immortal Sect before, and it was prior to this.

But suddenly trying to recall where he’d heard it.

He truly couldn’t remember for a while.

...

Time passed gradually.