Supreme Emptiness

Chapter 1281: Chapter 1287: Brat

Hua Xin was stunned, then instantly enraged, shouting furiously:

"How dare you!"

She didn’t like the Asura Saint Son, and the Asura Saint Son probably didn’t like her either.

If the two were to meet, the Asura Saint Son would most prefer to kill her first.

Jiang Fan pointed at the inscription on the Hell Beast Bronze Artifact: "Then teach me this."

This was something Hua Xin absolutely didn’t want to teach Jiang Fan.

Even Red Sleeves from the Heavenly Realm wouldn’t teach him.

"Wishful thinking!" Hua Xin firmly refused!

Jiang Fan squinted his eyes and said, "Dead ghost, I’m giving you a chance!"

"The Asura Clan from Black Cloud Village has already relocated to Taicang State, and more will come in the future."

"Plus, my adopted daughter’s wife is also from the Asura Clan."

"If you don’t teach, they’ll naturally find someone who will."

But Hua Xin, unafraid, snorted lightly: "Sacrificial texts are that easy to master?"

"Among the Asura Clan you’ve encountered, only that one wearing glasses knows a little, and she might not fully know either."

"The others, there’s no need to even think about it."

"So just give up!"

Hua Xin had witnessed the experiences Jiang Fan had encountered on his journey.

She knew clearly which Asura Clan members Jiang Fan had interacted with.

"Really?" Jiang Fan looked skeptical: "I’ll have to ask them when I get the chance."

"If anyone knows, you’ll end up as nutrients for the Life Changing Jade Disc!"

Worry appeared in Hua Xin’s eyes.

There are many Asura clans in the Heavenly Realm, some of whom may not even know sacrificial texts. It really is hard to say.

Yet she remained defiant: "Then let’s just wait and see!"

Jiang Fan snorted too, putting away the Ghost Soul Crystal.

The previous words were meant to scare Hua Xin.

He didn’t intend to kill Hua Xin; after all, she’d helped him many times.

But releasing her, he also couldn’t feel at ease.

Because this woman knows too many of his secrets, ever since entering the Ghost Soul Crystal, she has witnessed everything Jiang Fan has done.

How to ultimately deal with her was quite a headache.

Dong!

Unexpectedly, Jiang Fan’s head hurt for a moment.

Something smashed into his head.

When he looked it down, it turned out to be a leftover peach pit!

Who was so impolite to throw leftover stuff everywhere?

As he looked around.

Another peach pit came flying towards him, he tilted his head to dodge it, which allowed him to notice the trajectory of the peach pit.

Looking up.

On the rooftop nearby, lay a seven or eight-year-old child.

The child was pudgy and rounded, making him look like a little black bear sunbathing on the rooftop.

He had a bunch of Spirit Fruits in his pocket from who knows where.

He polished off one in three bites, scattering the peels and pits everywhere.

Seeing that he wasn’t doing it on purpose, Jiang Fan didn’t mind, only gave a reminder: "Kid, be careful not to fall."

The chubby child tilted his head and gave him a sideways glance.

Apparently unhappy with his reminder, he opened his mouth and spat out the unchewed fruit flesh, along with saliva, towards Jiang Fan.

Oh come on!

Jiang Fan quickly dodged and frowned, saying: "Which family does this bear child belong to?"

"Kid, where are your parents?"

The chubby child, with eyes squeezed into slits by his chubby cheeks, lightly rolled his eyes before spitting out another mouthful of saliva.

Jiang Fan was disgusted.

Whose child is this, with no manners!

He leapt forward intending to teach him a lesson.

But upon getting closer, he realized, this chubby kid, annoying as he was.

Seemed to have some status.

The clothes he wore were actually a robe made from a Low Grade Spiritual Artifact.

Even Jiang Fan hesitated to wear a robe of Spiritual Artifact Level!

It seemed, he had some standing.

Unfamiliar with the terrain, beating him up and angering his parents wouldn’t be a good thing.

Eyes rolling, he took out a Spirit Fruit from the Heavenly Realm.

The Spiritual Energy within it was far more potent than those from Central Earth.

The chubby kid’s eyes lit up, immediately recognizing this fruit was no ordinary Spirit Fruit, clumsily scrambled up, reached out, and domineeringly said: "Give it to me."

Jiang Fan amiably handed him the Spirit Fruit, patting his head and said:

"Little brother, your spitting saliva earlier was really cute."

"This Spirit Fruit is your reward."

Chubby child excitedly took it, hugged the Spirit Fruit, and gnawed it enthusiastically.

After finishing, his eyes twinkled.

"Delicious, I want more!"

"Give me another one."

He started searching Jiang Fan’s body.

With a smile, Jiang Fan took out another one, saying: "I have plenty more."

"I like watching you spit saliva."

"How about this, go to the street and spit on people, hit ten people, and I’ll give you one."

Chubby child eagerly nodded: "Great, don’t go anywhere!"

"I’ll be right back!"

He clumsily ran down the rooftop tiles, heading towards the street.

From up high, he began spitting saliva at people.

The street was bustling with traffic.

Several spits successfully landed on passersby.

Sparking a wave of angry curses.

"Whose brat is this, totally unmannered?"

"Ahh, disgusting, she spat on my face!"

"Damn it, get down here! Watch me teach you a lesson!"

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In response, the chubby child stuck his tongue out and made faces, continuing to spit.

Finally.

One spit landed on the head of a passing middle-aged man in a long robe.

His face turned slightly red, with a trace of alcohol.

Feeling something was wrong, he touched his forehead, realizing it was spit, and furiously shouted: "Little brat!"

"You’ve spit on a Venerate’s head!"

He soared into the air, jumping onto the rooftop.

He was actually a powerful cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm!

Even so, the chubby child remained defiant: "So what if I spit on you?"

"I’m happy!"

The middle-aged in the long robe angrily grabbed his clothes and smacked him twice.

"You have a mother but no manners, little scoundrel, today I’ll teach you a lesson!"

Watching from afar, Jiang Fan grinned: "Oh, now that’s satisfying!"

But just then.

The rooftop tiles suddenly shook, the walls vibrating violently.

As if some terrifying existence was descending.

A piercing, icy female voice surged forth: "Dare to hit my son!"

"You’re seeking death!"

Before the middle-aged man in the long robe could react, a luxe red-garbed woman appeared ghost-like in front of him.

Behind her, a Divine Ring prominently adorned her head.

On it, there were two Flame Marks.

The middle-aged man in the long robe instantly sobered up from the alcohol terror, stutteringly saying: "Qian, Qian Jiao Venerable!"

"Wah wah wah! Mother! He hit me!"

Chubby child immediately dove into Qian Jiao Venerable’s arms, crying bitterly.

With an icy face, Qian Jiao Venerable pinched the middle-aged man’s neck and slapped him back.

Several slaps left the middle-aged man bloody and unrecognizable, collapsing like mud.

Beaten unconscious right then and there!

Qian Jiao Venerable, not content, kicked him flying, coldly saying: "Blind fool!"

"Dare to hit my son!"

"If not for my husband repeatedly reminding me that before the arrival of the Ancient Giants, I shouldn’t kill Nascent Soul cultivators—today even ten lives wouldn’t be enough to apologize to my son!"

After teaching the middle-aged man a lesson, Qian Jiao Venerable tenderly caressed the chubby child’s smacked red cheeks.

"Lin, why did he hit you?"

"Were you being naughty again?"

The chubby child whimpered: "Mom, I didn’t."

"There was a big brother, who had me spit on people on the street."

"Spit on ten people for a reward of a Spirit Fruit."

What?

Upon hearing this, Qian Jiao Venerable knew the person was deliberately tricking her son.

Her jade-like face instantly frosted over with anger, scanning the surroundings and cursing:

"Which malicious bastard was it?"

"Even bullying a child?"