Chapter 2115: Teasing Gong Sun Kunlun

Lan Miaotong looked at He Pingsheng, fell silent for a few breaths, then said: "If you have sufficient preparation, you should still be able to spar with me for a while!"

"If your cultivation were to rise a bit more, reaching the seventh or eighth layer of the Divine Lord realm, you could roughly match me!"

"If your cultivation reached the twelfth layer, I would certainly not be your match!"

"Shang Yong, whose eyes are on top of his head, should also be no match!"

"You're truly a pervert!"

"I truly don't understand—why would someone as heaven-defying as you bind yourself to the tiny Tao family?"

"Could it be merely to covet Tao Yaoyao's beauty?"

He Pingsheng leisurely tidied his clothes, smiling as he looked at Lan Miaotong: "Actually, you're not bad either—in looks, you're not inferior to her!"

As the two spoke, they walked out of this formation.

It's over!

He Pingsheng lost, Lan Miaotong won.

After returning to his seat, Li Yue Ren of the Tao family, his face excited, looked at He Pingsheng and said: "You little brat, not bad—you actually endured so many moves against Lan Miaotong!"

"I see you—your divine power is lacking, uh… and your Dao arts are weak, and your divine abilities are also lacking!"

"Otherwise, the outcome wouldn't be so certain!"

He Pingsheng gave a wry smile: "Sorry, senior, I lost!"

"It's fine, it's fine…" Li Yue Ren said: "Sit down and speak!"

This came as somewhat of a surprise to her.

Although He Pingsheng lost, his opponent was Lan Miaotong, after all—the second-ranked Divine Lord on the entire Tao Mountain.

"Hehehe…" Li Yue Ren looked at He Pingsheng, growing fonder the more he looked, saying: "Even if you can't make it into the top nine this time, it doesn't matter—having you here, our Tao Mountain's revival is assured, no problem!"

"Um… later let Yaoyao become the family head, you assist her, but your words also carry weight!"

He Pingsheng pretended not to hear, quickly lowering his head.

"Congratulations, Father…" Shang Xihong this girl didn't know when she ran over, directly pressing her face against He Pingsheng and shouting.

He Pingsheng: "Congratulate me?"

"Congratulate me for losing?"

"Hehehe…" Shang Xihong laughed, saying: "Congratulations on completing the first round of the competition, and you even endured fifteen moves against Lan Miaotong!"

"What, Father didn't use his full strength?"

This time she communicated via voice transmission.

He Pingsheng also replied via voice transmission: "Can't be too conspicuous, or it'll invite greater covetousness!"

If He Pingsheng merely scraped into the top nine, at worst it would only shock and startle the Divine Kings of this Tao Mountain side.

If he struck and instantly defeated his opponent, who knows what terrifying existence might be drawn?

After all, this is beneath Spring City, right under the God Emperor's eyelids.

Old Cao said before, the God Emperor, with a single thought sweeping over, can see the condition of all living beings in the entire Divine Province and even the Divine Realm.

So it's still best to be honest and straightforward.

"Tsk…" Shang Xihong said: "Then when the final match comes, how will you help me fight Shang Yong?"

"Not urgent!" He Pingsheng waved his hand, saying: "We'll talk when the time comes—still early!"

"For now, just hide your strength—hide as long as you can!"

He Pingsheng actually has a trump card—he still carries a seventh-grade 【Transmission Divine Talisman】 on him.

Once activated, it can randomly teleport him away, and the distance is extreme—even capable of crossing a divine nation.

This item was, in fact, given to him earlier by the Seventh Assistant God of Xuanji City.

Speaking of which, He Pingsheng hasn't seen someone like that Seventh Assistant God in a very long time.

"Has Shang Yong finished his match?" He Pingsheng looked left and right—most of the bouts here have ended.

Shang Xihong pursed her lips, saying: "Finished… look over there… that's his opponent, already lying down, probably more misfortune than fortune!"

He Pingsheng followed the direction of Shang Xihong's pursed lips and indeed saw a heaven-defying genius from some clan lying on the ground.

He Pingsheng clicked his tongue: "This… striking so fiercely?"

"Tsk…" Shang Xihong disdainfully glanced: "Striking?"

"You're overthinking it!"

"Shang Yong didn't move a finger!"

"How did he do that?" He Pingsheng's heart jolted.

Shang Xihong said: "He cultivates the Blood Great Dao, using blood-based Dao arts to make the opponent's blood boil—just that, no need to strike; the opponent collapses from their own bodily causes!"

"That's killing without form!"

"If this guy dies, later… probably many will see Shang Yong and surrender outright!"

"Father, you should be fine, right?" Shang Xihong looked at He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng felt a bit uneasy in his heart, saying: "I don't know either!"

This Blood Great Dao thing is too strange.

Who knows how it'll end in the end?

This point, He Pingsheng truly has no clue in his heart—crucially, this attack is really hard to defend against.

The first day's competition ended.

Of course, there are a few individuals whose divine power recovers extremely fast, who then underwent a second bout, but that has nothing to do with He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng followed Li Yue Ren back to his residence.

Just as he sat down, someone came over to inquire, saying: "Son-in-law, the Young Master of the Gong Sun family, Gong Sun Kunlun, requests an audience!"

"Hmph..." Upon hearing it was Gong Sun Kunlun, Taoyao Yao's face instantly darkened with anger, saying: "He's a lunatic, no need to see him!"

He Pingsheng, however, waved his hand and said: "Why not see him?"

"See, see, see... let him come in!"

"Oh right... you go hide behind the screen for a moment!"

Taoyao Yao hurriedly stepped behind the screen.

This screen was no ordinary screen; it possessed the function of isolating Divine Sense, so even though she hid behind it, she would not be discovered by Gong Sun Kunlun.

Soon, Gong Sun Kunlun arrived at He Pingsheng's temporary dojo.

"Hehe... Fellow Daoist He... I am Gong Sun Kunlun. Earlier, I had some misunderstanding about you, so... this time I came specially to make amends!"

When this fellow spoke, he was cautious, his eyes constantly darting around, though his attitude was still acceptable.

His mad energy had subsided.

He was, after all, quite sincere.

He Pingsheng said: "Ah... making amends... then... Young Master Gong Sun, what do you intend to use to make amends?"

Gong Sun Kunlun: ……

"Hehehe... Fellow Daoist He, just tell me what you need!" Gong Sun Kunlun patted his own chest: "As long as it's something I have, I can give it to you!"

"Good!" He Pingsheng said: "If you happen to enter the top nine later, could you give me the Shakyamuni Divine Fruit you obtain?"

"This..." Gong Sun Kunlun immediately showed a troubled expression, saying: "This... this... I'm afraid not, this item is allocated by our family, Fellow Daoist He, please understand!"

"I came this time mainly to discuss a matter with Fellow Daoist!"

He Pingsheng said: "Go ahead, what matter!"

Gong Sun Kunlun said: "Today, seeing your duel with Lan Miaotong, I realized your combat strength is not weak. How about this... let us two make an appointment to fight tomorrow?"

"Fellow Daoist can rest assured, we will stop at the point of contact, only decide victory or defeat, absolutely not fight to the death!"

Upon hearing this, He Pingsheng roughly understood this fellow's purpose.

He hehehed a laugh, deciding to first fool Gong Sun Kunlun before speaking further.