Chapter 2182
Ah—
The man behind him shouted angrily: "Junior sister... get out of my way, let me chop this dog-thing to pieces!"
"The Deceiver God Nation—all just frauds playing at divinity!"
"I will definitely chop him to pieces!"
"Wait!" He Pingsheng extended his hand and said: "This immortal maiden, if you don't believe me, how about we make a wager?"
The woman nodded: "Alright, senior, how would you like to wager?"
He Pingsheng said: "Let's wager whether a single thought of mine can kill this big brute!"
He pointed at the man and said: "If I can kill him, you must kneel down and immediately hand over the god-slave seal to me!"
"If I cannot kill him, you may leave!"
"Of course, if you wish to kill me then, that is also allowed!"
He Pingsheng wore a faint smile on his face, brimming with confidence.
"Junior sister!" the man behind said: "People of the Deceiver God Nation, do not believe him, do not wager with him... I want to see how this fellow, whose godhead has withered, could possibly kill me?"
"Alright!" the woman said: "I want to see your methods!"
Ah—
Ah—
As her words fell, two miserable cries came from the man behind her, then his face turned pale, and he flopped directly onto the ground, the knife in his hand falling away.
"Junior brother... junior brother..." the woman cried in shock and panic, rushing to the man's side, but he had already lost all breath.
At this moment, the woman finally ceased to doubt.
She stared at He Pingsheng, her heart filled with fear, her whole body trembling.
He Pingsheng said: "I hope you do not break your own oath!"
"Otherwise, you will die an ugly death!"
Thud...
The woman knelt directly before He Pingsheng, saying: "Senior... senior... it is my blindness!"
"I have offended you!"
"Please spare my life, show mercy!"
"I can serve you, I beg you not to take my god-slave seal!"
He Pingsheng smiled: "Your time is short!"
Not taking the god-slave seal, letting you serve?
When you turn back and discover the clue, how am I supposed to live?
The woman fell to the ground, saying: "Senior, my aunt... my aunt is the first God Consort of the Space God Emperor, please spare me for my aunt's sake!"
"Space God Emperor?" He Pingsheng frowned slightly.
Looking again at the woman before him, the godhead at her brow flickered with spatial Dao laws—indeed, she was also a cultivator of spatial divine abilities.
"Yes!" the woman said: "Exactly the Space God Emperor, he is my uncle!"
He Pingsheng shook his head: "I have no acquaintance with your uncle!"
"Between heaven and earth, the Dao is three thousand!"
"It is normal not to be familiar!"
"The Dao I cultivate has no relation to the spatial great Dao!"
"You have only ten breaths!" He Pingsheng leisurely found a stone to sit upon, saying: "My patience also lasts only ten breaths!"
Having said this, He Pingsheng maintained a relaxed posture, gazing at the woman.
Though he appeared relaxed on the surface, inside he was tense to the extreme.
This is a psychological battle.
If I win, I gain one more slave and preserve my life.
If I lose, I will likely die today.
It depends on this woman's character.
If she stubbornly refuses to yield and insists on resisting, then let me die.
Ten breaths, to He Pingsheng, are as long as a lifetime.
This is one of the rare, perhaps even the only, moments in his cultivation when he has come closest to the god of death.
Fortunately, He Pingsheng ultimately won the wager.
Of course, it was not that he guessed correctly, but rather that he had already grasped eight-tenths of the opponent's choice.
The woman directly offered her god-slave seal.
He Pingsheng received the seal and merged it into his sea of consciousness!
Although his divine sense power is now cursed, the soul in his sea of consciousness remains, and the seal links to the soul—lacking divine sense makes no difference.
The seal merged into the sea of consciousness, and the woman instantly became He Pingsheng's slave.
"You..." At the instant the seal merged into the sea of consciousness, the woman also received some information, and she instantly flew into a rage, saying: "You you you... you deceived me?"
"You are actually a..."
"God Lord?"
"Or three layers... I I I I..."
Thud...
The woman who had just risen to resist knelt again upon the ground, tears streaming: "Slave Zheng Hong Lu, greets master!"
The master-slave rules allow no resistance whatsoever!
"Stop crying!" The smile on He Ping Sheng's face disappeared as he slowly rose from the stone, speaking lightly: "Becoming my slave is the most fortunate thing that could happen to you in this lifetime!"
"This is your opportunity, not your shackles and bonds!"
"You are at the eighth layer of the God King Realm?"
"Yes!" Zheng Hong Lu nodded: "This servant is at the eighth layer of the God King Realm!"
He Ping Sheng asked: "Do you cultivate the Dao arts, or the power of incense?"
Zheng Hong Lu said: "This servant cultivates the power of incense; my aptitude is insufficient, and at the God Lord Realm I only opened twenty-three divine apertures. I thought I could reach the God Emperor Realm, but at the eighth layer of the God King Realm, I hit a dead end!"
"That is, right now!"
"I have no choice; I can only switch to cultivating the power of incense!"
He Ping Sheng said: "In other words, you have only recently begun cultivating the power of incense?"
"Yes!" Zheng Hong Lu said: "The power of incense has not yet allowed me to break through, but it should be soon!"
"Enough!" He Ping Sheng said: "If you haven't broken through, then stop!"
"I will let you break through to the God Emperor Realm!"
"Ah?" Zheng Hong Lu was stunned, not understanding He Ping Sheng's words.
He Ping Sheng, however, said nothing more, directly returning to the stone hut and closing his eyes to rest his spirit.
Time slowly passed.
After another year, on this calm sea surface, suddenly towering waves arose.
A massive black divine bell suddenly flew out from beneath the water.
"Young Master, be careful..." Zheng Hong Lu immediately stepped in front of He Ping Sheng.
He Ping Sheng said: "It's fine..."
"They are all our own people!"
Then, Qian Zhu and Gu Bai Ping appeared.
The two took the divine bell, then glanced at Zheng Hong Lu beside He Ping Sheng, and both furrowed their brows slightly.
"Young Master, this is...?" Qian Zhu pointed at Zheng Hong Lu and asked.
He Ping Sheng said: "Before you went down to the sea, she wanted to kill me, and I took her as a servant; now she is just like you!"
"Hmph..." Qian Zhu let out a cold snort.
Gu Bai Ping also gave a cold glance: "What level of cultivation?"
Zheng Hong Lu clasped his hands: "Younger sister is at the eighth layer of the God King Realm; I humbly ask the two elder sisters for guidance!"
As they spoke, Zheng Hong Lu's Divine Sense swept over Qian Zhu and Gu Bai Ping, and he exclaimed in shock: "You... you... are also at the God King Realm?"
Hiss hiss hiss...
This is also the Young Master's servant?
God King?
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore!" He Ping Sheng waved his hand, saying: "You all come with me!"
The four of them arrived at this small stone hut.
He Ping Sheng asked: "How is it? Have you two found the corpse of the Witch Emperor?"
"No!" Qian Zhu shook his head: "The seabed is vast, and our search speed is extremely slow; the Spirit Pivot Pills in our hands have also been used up, so..."
"We just came back!"
"Young Master, I'm sorry, perhaps I am just too foolish!"
Qian Zhu wore a guilty expression.
Gu Bai Ping was the same!
He Ping Sheng said: "It's not your fault; human effort is always limited!"
"By the way, did this divine bell encounter any problems in the water?"
"No!" Gu Bai Ping's gaze swept over Zheng Hong Lu, then asked: "Young Master, why not let Zheng Hong Lu go down with me?"
"She is at the eighth layer of the God King Realm; her Divine Sense should be immensely powerful!"
"No!" Qian Zhu began to oppose again: "Elder Sister Gu, what are you scheming?"
"Do you want the Young Master to die?"
"The Young Master has already faced one danger; to leave him alone above would be absolutely unacceptable..."
End of Chapter
