Chapter 1951: Already a Path to Death

"You..."

Su Zhenzhen's face lost all color, her body trembling involuntarily as her entire small face turned deathly pale.

Having come to the Divine Realm for so many years, and yet being teased again?

Old Cao smiled, two killing glints shooting from his eyes.

As for Su Zhenzhen's attendant Yusi behind her, she showed no expression at all, standing there calmly.

The strong looking at the weak never experience emotional turbulence.

"You are very rude..." Su Zhenzhen gritted her teeth and said.

"Rude?" Long Yutai said: "I am not being rude; I am giving you, Lady, an opportunity!"

"Becoming my concubine is the greatest opportunity of your lifetime!"

"How about it, want to compare?"

Long Yutai stared at Su Zhenzhen.

Old Cao said: "Young Master Long, I want to ask, if you win, do you want our He family's artifact refiner, and also our He family's patriarch? You should also put up a corresponding stake, shouldn't you?"

"If you lose, what will you give us?"

"We will lose?" Long Yutai sneered coldly.

However, no one responded to him.

It was obvious that if they couldn't come up with one, two, three, the He family people would certainly not accept the challenge, and having only one side's stake also doesn't quite fit the rules of a contest.

He turned his head, looking toward Fubo Daoist.

Fubo Daoist remained somewhat composed, he said lightly: "We came today to discuss Dao at the door; if someone from the He family accepts the challenge, that would be best, but if the challenger's cultivation exceeds our Young Master Long, it would seem unfair!"

"Rest assured!" Old Cao said lightly: "The cultivation of the challenger will certainly not exceed Young Master Long!"

"Then..." Fubo Daoist said: "What stake do you want?"

Old Cao said: "Very simple, if you lose, this god-king of yours shall not leave, stay in our He family, and from now on, refine flying vessels for us!"

"In other words, you want to become our patriarch's slave!"

"Impudent!" Fubo Daoist slapped the table in front of him with a bang.

The small table made of jade-green divine wood instantly shattered into countless fragments.

"Junior, you are too impudent!"

Fubo's gaze could kill!

Old Cao, however, showed no fear at all, saying: "How so?"

"Only you can set conditions, but we cannot?"

"Or do you lack confidence in yourselves?"

Having said this, Old Cao's gaze turned toward Long Yutai.

Long Yutai sneered: "No confidence?"

"Fubo Elder, agreeing to him makes no difference; I just don't believe anyone could truly suppress me!"

"Hah..." Fubo took a deep breath and said: "You should know, the rules of this door-discourse Dao discussion are different from ordinary contests!"

"Door-discourse Dao discussion is a contest where one uses all their strength, fight to the death!"

"Are you sure you won't surrender?"

Old Cao shook his head.

"Alright!" Fubo said: "I agree... but who on your side will step forward?"

Old Cao said: "Don't rush... our challenger will arrive shortly!"

As Old Cao's words fell, a ripple came from the main hall's entrance.

Several people walked over.

Old Cao looked up and saw Wen Buwan, Qiao Huizhu, Kong Jiaojiao, and others.

When Long Yutai saw these women, especially upon seeing Wen Buwan and Qiao Huizhu, his eyes went straight.

He had lived nearly a thousand years in this life, seen countless women, yet had never seen such beautiful women.

Too beautiful.

Beautiful enough to be called perfect.

Long Yutai even couldn't help but his throat moved, his throat dry.

He suddenly felt some regret, regretting that he had chosen too early.

If given another chance, he felt he should have chosen that black-clad peerless woman.

Old Cao's face darkened: "Young Master, why hasn't he come yet?"

Wen Buwan said: "Elder Cao, Old Diao went to fetch the Young Master, he'll be here shortly!"

Long Yutai rose from his seat, staring dazedly at Wen Buwan: "This fairy, I am the Seventeenth Young Master of the Long Family of Tianfeng City, may I ask your esteemed name?"

"Her name, you are not worthy to know!"

At this moment, a deep, calm voice came from outside the main hall again.

Hearing this voice, everyone finally felt relieved.

He Pingsheng entered the main hall slowly, accompanied by Old Diao.

"Husband..."

"Husband..."

"Husband!"

"Brother..."

Seeing He Pingsheng come over, Su Zhenzhen, Qiao Huizhu, Kong Jiaojiao, and Wen Buwan almost simultaneously rose and shouted.

This scene was seen by Long Yutai beside him; his face trembled, and the jealousy in his heart — damn it... this fellow looks utterly ordinary, yet in one breath obtains so many beautiful wives and concubines?

Damn it!

Why is Heaven so unfair?

Long Yutai swept his Divine Sense over He Pingsheng's body, discovering He Pingsheng was merely a Spirit Control Realm tenth layer, and the resentment in his heart increased by three parts.

Damn thing.

A mere Spirit Control Realm, yet dares to possess so many beautiful women?

Damn it, damn it...

He Pingsheng walked to the seat of honor and sat down beside Su Zhenzhen; he looked at Fubo: "Let me confirm once more — if you lose, your Spirit Lord Realm cultivation will stay in our He family as a servant!"

"Right?"

"Yes..." Before Fubo could speak, Long Yutai stood up and answered He Pingsheng: "If I lose, our Elder Fubo will stay here and serve you as a servant!"

"But if I win, I demand to change the terms!"

He pointed at Wen Buwan: "I want her!"

Wen Buwan was so frightened by this aggressively possessive language that her body trembled.

He Pingsheng, however, said: "If you win, naturally whatever you say goes!"

"Come... let's fight a battle!"

Long Yutai asked: "Fight whom?"

He Pingsheng said: "Me!"

"You?" Long Yutai instantly hesitated slightly, mouth gaping: "You... you... a mere Spirit Control Realm tenth layer?"

"That's right!" He Pingsheng said: "I am exactly Spirit Control Realm tenth layer!"

He Pingsheng knew this fellow was a genius.

But so what?

Back then when this old man instantly killed a Spirit Realm expert, I was only at Spirit Control Realm fourth layer; now I'm already at tenth layer — no matter how much of a genius you are, I'll slap you to death with one palm.

Absolutely no accident!

If there really is an accident, I'll use a water droplet to drown you to death.

"Are you sure?" Long Yutai asked again.

He always felt something was off somewhere.

He Pingsheng said: "You really talk too much nonsense!"

"Come... I'll wait for you outside!"

Finished speaking, He Pingsheng directly turned into a stream of light and flew out of the grand hall, then with a boom flew out of the He family's range, standing firm in the void.

Behind them, Daoist Fubo, Long Yutai, Yusi, and Old Cao also followed out.

As for Su Zhenzhen, Wen Buwan, and the others, they watched from the He family grounds.

"Huu..." Daoist Fubo also vaguely sensed a trace of something off; he asked: "You wouldn't be hiding your cultivation, would you?"

"Not at all!" He Pingsheng said: "I am exactly Spirit Control Realm tenth layer cultivation; if I hid my cultivation, the Master God can tear my corpse into ten thousand pieces!"

Old Cao beside him hurriedly waved his hands: "No... the Master God isn't that cruel!"

"Old Nephew!" Old Cao shouted in the void: "Open the family defensive grand array, lest the battle's residual power affect the family disciples!"