Chapter 215: The Old Meditation Cushion

"Sister, I'm sorry!"

He Pingsheng reached out and took Qiao Huizhu's hand: "You'll have to wander far away for a while!"

As he spoke, he casually scanned her cultivation base.

Qiao Huizhu's cultivation base was neither high nor low.

Foundation Establishment sixth layer.

That was already astonishingly fast.

"It's fine!" Qiao Huizhu wiped the tears from her cheeks and said: "To walk the Great Dao, one must endure hardship!"

"Without trials, true achievement is impossible!"

"I'll wait for you near the largest merchant guild in Shangdang City, just as you said!"

He Pingsheng nodded.

Qiao Huizhu asked: "How long will I have to wait?"

He Pingsheng said: "Wait half a year. If I don't come within half a year, I'm already dead."

"No!"

Qiao Huizhu extended her jade hand and covered He Pingsheng's mouth.

"Come with me—I have something to tell you!"

Qiao Huizhu flipped her hand, clasping his wrist backward, then pulled him toward the other side of the mountain, avoiding not only the spiritual senses of the other three Tianfu Mountain disciples but also their sight.

"What's wrong, Sister?" He Pingsheng asked.

Qiao Huizhu's face flushed crimson. She lowered her head, pulled out a worn-out meditation cushion from her storage pouch, and laid it on the ground, unfolding it.

"Do you recognize it?" she asked, blushing.

He Pingsheng rubbed his eyes and said: "It looks familiar—wasn't this the one I used over ten years ago?"

Back then, in the secret realm, his spiritual sense had been injured. He hid in a cave and used this very cushion.

Later, Qiao Huizhu was drugged by Xiao Bofan and chased—by sheer accident, she ran into the same cave where He Pingsheng was hiding. He used his last shred of spiritual sense to kill Xiao Bofan.

After that, he lost consciousness.

When he woke up, his cushion was gone.

Qiao Huizhu claimed it was too dirty and threw it away.

Wasn't it thrown away?

Then why is it here?

What does this mean?

Why did you steal my cushion, and now bring it out?

No…

He Pingsheng rubbed his eyes carefully, fixing both gaze and spiritual sense upon the cushion. Though many years had passed, several brown stains on it remained clearly visible.

These were bloodstains.

Could it be…

He Pingsheng's heart tightened.

At that moment, Qiao Huizhu's face was as red as blood. She clenched her teeth and said: "Back then, Xiao Bofan drugged me—I couldn't control myself…"

"Otherwise, my blood and qi would have surged and killed me!"

"At the time… at the time, to save myself… I gave my body…"

"To you!"

He Pingsheng was now thirty-eight years old—not the naive boy who once asked, "Why did you take someone else's body?" Especially after reading Qiao Xiaoqiao's "Nineteen Chapters on Riding the Phoenix," he had awakened to many truths.

Hearing her say this, he understood perfectly.

He had simply never imagined he'd lost his virginity so mysteriously.

This…

"I understand," He Pingsheng said. "I get it…"

No wonder Qiao Sister, a heavenly prodigy of peerless beauty, would take interest in a plain-looking, mediocre cultivator like me.

So that's why!

He couldn't say whether he felt sorrow or joy.

Perhaps both.

Swish…

Qiao Huizhu retracted the old cushion and said: "He Pingsheng, I'm showing you this now to tell you—I've given you everything. And now I'm leaving to wander for your sake…"

"Don't you dare be a faithless scoundrel!"

He Pingsheng said: "I didn't do anything wrong… Even though we… I didn't even know what happened!"

"Then what?" Qiao Huizhu tilted her head, sneering: "Should I find you a cave and do it again? Let you 'do wrong' properly?"

"Sister, stop joking!" He Pingsheng grimaced. "That man outside holds immense power—if he finds us before we leave, you won't get away!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a Hundred Treasures Pouch filled to the brim with low-grade spirit stones: "There are over twenty thousand spirit stones inside—and at the bottom, twenty mid-grade ones!"

"Take them!"

"What?" Qiao Huizhu was stunned: "You… how do you have so much?"

"Don't ask!" He Pingsheng shoved the pouch into her hands, then pulled out five vials: "These are five vials of Supreme Juliang Pills. Put them away quickly!"

"Don't ask!"

"These shoes are a supreme magical treasure, with twelve layers of sealing—called Zao Yin Anjin Boots. Cultivate them and you can wear them."

"This is the supreme spiritual artifact, Ironwood Shield, and this is the supreme spiritual artifact, Thunderlight Spear. Both have eight layers of sealing."

"This is my spiritual refinement technique—keep it safe!"

"This…" He Pingsheng was about to pull out more items when he suddenly saw Qiao Huizhu crying again.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Qiao Huizhu said: "You think you're going to die, and you're giving me everything, aren't you?"

She placed her slender, pale hand on his shoulder and cried out: "Isn't that right?"

Wuuuuh…

She trembled as she wept.

He Pingsheng rubbed her head gently and said: "No, believe me—I still have many good things I haven't given you yet… Don't cry!"

"Go wait for me!"

"By the way, what's your spiritual root?" He Pingsheng asked Qiao Huizhu.

He truly didn't know her spiritual root!

Qiao Huizhu said: "It's a mutated single Ice Spiritual Root!"

That was still an excellent root—no wonder she was a heavenly prodigy.

He Pingsheng pulled out a spell: "This is an ice-affinity spell called 【Luli World】. You can practice it—it's quite powerful. But the drawback is its enormous energy drain."

"Also, I have a vial of 【Golden Bee Holy Juice】—about a hundred drops inside…"

Qiao Huizhu's tears fell like glistening pearls once more: "You still say you're not?"

"You're giving me everything… I… wuuuuh…"

He Pingsheng looked grim. He pulled out a massive gourd from his storage pouch and said: "Sister, look for yourself—am I lying to you?"

Seeing how much Golden Bee Holy Juice he had, she finally nodded: "Oh… okay, Brother!"

"Keep going!"

He Pingsheng said: "That's all. Nothing more."

"Sister, leave quickly!"

Qiao Huizhu suddenly said: "No—we can't leave without Xiaoqiao. What about her?"

"If I go, she has no one left but me!"

He Pingsheng said: "Don't you have an aunt?"

Qiao Huizhu's face darkened with sorrow. She shook her head: "She's gone. I must take my sister with me!"

"She's my cousin!"

"She has no one else left!"

"Fine," He Pingsheng said. "Find a chance to leave quickly!"

The two walked hand in hand from the mountain's side, but before they reached Xiaoqiao's location, several figures suddenly shot out from all around them.