Chapter 2100: Old Friends from the Lower Realm

One year!

Two years!

Three years!

Time flowed slowly!

He Pingsheng, with the divine powers of a thirty-two-year-old man, freely changed his appearance and even concealed his cultivation as he walked through the Immortal Realm.

He traveled through every immortal domain of the Immortal Realm, every star!

Sometimes he was an old man with white hair!

Sometimes he was a youth newly entered into the Immortal Realm!

Sometimes he was a super second-generation heir of a certain immortal clan!

Sometimes he was an old ancestor.

Sometimes he was a stunningly beautiful female immortal.

Sometimes he was an ordinary alchemist huddled in a certain shop.

When he was an alchemist, He Pingsheng never deliberately pursued the success or failure of his business, nor did he strive to make the quality of his immortal pills reach the highest grade.

He simply opened a simple alchemy shop and then sold ordinary immortal pills.

When busy, he hired a few assistants to help refine pills; once, an assistant even stole his pills and spirit stones and fled, leaving He Pingsheng alone to face the bitter situation.

He did not go after that fleeing assistant.

He simply regarded himself as an ordinary person.

He Pingsheng opened four alchemy shops; the first was ruined when his assistant stole and fled!

The second was ruined by bullying from the city lord's mansion!

The third was ruined by joint pressure from neighboring large shops!

The last one, shortly after opening, encountered two overbearing immortals fighting, and with a single slap, it was ruined again.

He Pingsheng pursued no one; he simply bore it alone.

Finally, he no longer opened alchemy shops, just riding a low-grade demon beast, wandering freely in the lesser heavens of a certain immortal domain.

Sometimes he was a noble and righteous peerless master, casually guiding young juniors, enabling those he pointed to rise straight to the clouds.

Sometimes He Pingsheng was just an ordinary passerby, sitting at the city gate watching the sunrise and sunset.

Thus, day after day, year after year.

The years turned!

He Pingsheng himself forgot how many years he had wandered in this Immortal Realm.

Until one day, he encountered a man whose cultivation was at the fourth layer of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The man had a dignified bearing; though not exceptionally handsome, his brows and eyes were filled with righteousness.

When He Pingsheng first saw the man, his brows furrowed twice.

He felt he had seen this person before.

But exactly where, he could not recall.

If he couldn't remember, he would think slowly!

After all, he had wandered in the Immortal Realm for too long, too many people, too many events, his memory was chaotic and complex.

After pondering for a full breath, He Pingsheng finally realized who the man before him was.

The man before him wore a deep brown Daoist robe, bent over, looking at the white-haired He Pingsheng sitting at the city gate, and asked: "Old sir, may I ask, do you know the way to the Bingyu Xian Sect in the Yuxue Lesser Heaven?"

At this moment, He Pingsheng was merely an old man with white hair; he smiled and looked at the man before him, saying: "You already know the way to the Bingyu Xian Sect, why ask me?"

The man was greatly startled, saying: "This... this... how do you know?"

He Pingsheng said: "I don't know, but as a Great Luo Golden Immortal, wanting to find a top-five immortal sect on the Yuxue Lesser Heaven, could you still not find it?"

"You're not seeking the immortal sect; you're asking me about the situation of the Bingyu Xian Sect!"

The man took a deep breath and said: "Yes... old sir, please instruct!"

He Pingsheng nodded and said: "I see your brows and eyes filled with boiling blood evil; going to the Bingyu Xian Sect, I fear misfortune outweighs fortune; the chance of returning alive is less than one in ten!"

"Alas..." the man sighed deeply, saying: "I have no choice!"

"My son offended the Bingyu Xian Sect, killed their genius disciple, and is now trapped in their sect!"

"If I don't go, my son will die miserably!"

He Pingsheng said: "But if you go, it won't just be your son who dies miserably—it will be you too!"

"Even, after you die, your family will all be held accountable!"

The man's face darkened, and he fell silent.

After a full three breaths, he then said: "Actually, I already know all this, but I cannot not go!"

"As for my family, I have already arranged everything!"

"If I must truly die, I want to die together with my son!"

The man's face was filled with resolve.

He Pingsheng chuckled and said: "You are... Jue Hui, aren't you?"

The man slightly startled: "Yes..."

"Senior... why do you ask me this question?"

He Pingsheng said: "I am merely curious!"

He recognized the man before him, though it was already unknown how many hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Too long, too long!

After all, He Pingsheng had already cultivated for over seven hundred yuan just in the Divine Realm.

Added together, it comes to over a hundred million years.

Over a hundred million years in the Divine Realm — in the Immortal Realm that has to be counted in tens of trillions.

Over such a vast span of time, the old acquaintance is only at the fourth layer of Da Luo Golden Immortal; if not for Jue Hui it would be absolutely impossible.

It must be Jue Hui.

"The junior is indeed Jue Hui!" The man cupped his hands, but he did not care whether he was Jue Hui or not, merely saying: "I take my leave!"

Having spoken, the man hurried away.

He Pingsheng, however, grabbed the man's clothing with one hand, saying: "No need to rush!"

"Your son — I will rescue him for you!"

"And this grudge with the Ice Jade Immortal Sect's Liang Zi, I can also resolve it for you!"

"You... how about taking me as your master?"

The man was instantly overjoyed, saying: "Of course!"

But on second thought, he hesitated again: "You... really can?"

"Whether I can or not, you just watch!" He Pingsheng's gray-white sleeve robe flicked slightly, and golden light shimmered in the void.

After a few breaths, light flew in from the distant horizon.

In an instant it landed before the man.

"Father... Father..."

"Son..."

The two embraced and wept bitterly.

It was precisely He Pingsheng employing a heaven-reaching method, rescuing this man's son.

Soon, several dozen elders of the Ice Jade Immortal Sect flew over in unison, landing around He Pingsheng in an instant.

He Pingsheng glanced slightly; these people were mostly Da Luo Golden Immortals, and two had cultivation that had already reached the Dao Yuan realm.

"It's you?"

"Zhu Dong... you've finally appeared..."

"Seize him for me..."

A certain Dao Yuan realm elder waved a hand slightly, not even needing to act personally, and someone moved to capture Zhu Dong.

He Pingsheng hurriedly waved his sleeve, saying: "Hey hey hey hey... don't be hasty!"

"As the saying goes, enemies should be resolved, not knotted!"

"Today this old man has come to settle this karma between you — how about it?"

"Damn old thing, who do you think you are?" A Da Luo Golden Immortal cursed at He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng did not get angry either, saying: "I'm not anyone special; I just want to settle the karma between you!"

"Zhu Dong is my friend — give me some face!"

"Oh oh oh... you don't know me either, so you might not give me face!"

"Never mind then... I'll just find someone who can give me face!"

"Hmm..." He Pingsheng turned slowly, his gaze settling on a certain direction.

After a few breaths, a void vortex was torn open.

A tall, incomparably noble and beautiful woman walked out from within that void vortex.