Chapter 382

"Fellow Daoist!"

That Golden Core stage eighth-layer fellow wearing golden Daoist robes bowed to He Pingsheng again and said, "Within ten thousand miles of our Ruokai Mountain, flying is prohibited for everyone, so I hope you won't take offense, Fellow Daoist!"

He Pingsheng frowned: "Ten thousand miles?"

"Yes!" the Golden Core cultivator said very politely: "May I ask, Fellow Daoist, what brings you to our Ruokai Mountain?"

"Are you here to pay respects to the sect?"

"Or perhaps you have friends or relatives within our sect?"

"Neither!" He Pingsheng shook his head and said: "This humble Daoist is heading toward the Purgatory Abyss!"

There was nothing to hide about this.

This Purgatory Abyss is several hundred miles long, forming a deep ravine with magma churning inside; the key is that this thing doesn't belong to any faction, and theoretically, it should belong to the Liang Guo imperial family.

Anyone can go there.

Moreover, the number of cultivators heading there every year is countless.

Naturally, He Pingsheng had no need to be secretive.

"Oh..." the Golden Core cultivator said: "I see... then I'm sorry, you cannot fly over... This Purgatory Abyss is also within ten thousand miles of our Ruokai Mountain, so... you can go there, but you cannot fly!"

He Pingsheng's face darkened.

Cannot fly?

You want me to run there?

Even with his fast speed, if He Pingsheng wants to go to the Purgatory on the other side of Ruokai Mountain, he can only go around Ruokai Mountain, and in that case, the distance would be more than ten thousand miles.

It could even be tens of thousands of miles.

Run tens of thousands of miles?

That would take a long, long time.

"Of course!" the Golden Core stage cultivator said: "We can send you over, but it requires a certain fee!"

He Pingsheng said: "No need... I'll go myself!"

"This humble Daoist will take his leave now!"

He Pingsheng's plan was to fly up on his sword again, leave the range of Ruokai Mountain, and then take a detour to fly over.

But that Golden Core stage cultivator shook his head and said: "Sorry, Fellow Daoist, flying is prohibited within ten thousand miles of our Ruokai Mountain!"

"Just now, you trespassed, and we can spare you from punishment since you didn't know the rules, but now, if you want to go to the Purgatory Abyss, you must leave here on foot; you are not allowed to fly on your sword!"

"You can only fly once you are ten thousand miles away from our Ruokai Mountain!"

He Pingsheng was dumbfounded.

In other words, I can't even go back the way I came?

There are only two paths!

First, walk ten thousand miles outside of Ruokai Mountain and then fly on the sword to go around, but even if he goes around, he still can't fly the last stretch of the journey because that Purgatory Abyss is within ten thousand miles of Ruokai Mountain.

Second, let them take him over by paying a certain fee.

There's no need to be too calculating about things that can be solved with money.

So He Pingsheng asked: "How long will it take for you to take me over, and how many spirit stones?"

That Golden Core stage cultivator chuckled and said: "One hundred thousand low-tier spirit stones, and half an incense stick of time!"

This price is not cheap.

It's very expensive!

It could also be said: it's extremely black-hearted!

But now he has no other choice!

"Deal!" He Pingsheng waved his hand and tossed ten mid-tier spirit stones to that Golden Core stage cultivator: "Take me over!"

"Good, good, good..."

"Fellow Daoist is truly straightforward, then there's no problem..." the Golden Core stage cultivator said: "Let's go, Fellow Daoist, follow me!"

Thus, He Pingsheng flew up on his sword, followed the four Golden Cores, crossed Ruokai Mountain, and headed toward the Purgatory Abyss ahead.

But before they had flown for even half an incense stick of time, just after passing the Ruokai mountain range, He Pingsheng was blocked by someone again.

This person appeared abruptly and blocked the path of the few.

He Pingsheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Because he recognized the person who came.

Ruokai Laozu.

"Uncle-Master!" The four Golden Core disciples from just before all bowed respectfully to Ruokai Laozu.

Ruokai Laozu waved his hand and said: "There is nothing for you here anymore... all of you go, leave this person to me!"

"Yes!"

The four of them left in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, only He Pingsheng and Ruokai Zushi remained in this void.

"Greetings, Senior Ruokai!" He Pingsheng bowed faintly.

Courtesy first, force later!

He knew that running into this guy Ruokai today would definitely be troublesome, but regardless, he had to bow first.

Don't give the other party a chance to argue.

But He Pingsheng still underestimated Ruokai's shamelessness.

Ruokai looked at He Pingsheng coldly, a sneer appearing on his face, and he said directly: "If this seat kills you here, your Nascent Soul stage eleventh-layer master might not be able to do anything to me, right?"

He Pingsheng couldn't be bothered to say too much to him, only saying three words: "I don't know!"

While speaking, he had already taken out a talisman.

Fourth-tier, Heavenly Fire Armor Condensation!

This was his second time facing a Nascent Soul stage cultivator; He Pingsheng didn't know if he could win, but he had the confidence that the other party absolutely could not kill him in an instant.

That's good!

As long as you can't kill me in an instant, I will use you to test my current combat power.

If I can win, I'll fight; if I can't, I'll think of a way to take out a teleportation talisman and escape.

"I'll give you a chance for a fair trade!" Ruokai said: "Take out your 【Ten-Thousand-Year Wannian Bing Sui】, and if this old man is satisfied, you can leave!"

He Pingsheng said: "Sorry, my Ten-Thousand-Year Wannian Bing Sui was already traded to that female Nascent Soul at the Zhongnan Dao Discussion Assembly; you should know that!"

Ruokai said: "Don't play tricks with me; this old man knows you are He Pingsheng, and you obtained more than twenty pieces of ice marrow in the Liang Guo imperial family's Five Dragon Gou Mystic Realm!"

"Take it out!"

He Pingsheng shook his head: "Ruokai, stop talking nonsense; I know you really want to make a move!"

"Let's fight first and talk later!"

"Oh?" Ruokai's eyes lit up and he said: "A mere Golden Core stage, yet you dare to challenge this seat?"

"Hahaha..."

"You trash with a mere Three-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, do you really think of yourself as a peerless genius?"

"Learning from others to fight above your rank?"

"That's right, I might not be a match for Mi Cangyuan, but you..."

"This old man only needs one percent of my power to kill you!"

"Let you know that the gap between the Golden Core stage and the Nascent Soul stage is not something your tiny Golden Core channel can cross..."

"Go to hell..."

Boom...

In the ten-thousand-foot void, an ice arrow suddenly formed, and then at an incredibly fast speed, it fell directly toward the top of He Pingsheng's head.

This ice arrow was three zhang long, the arrowhead snow-white with a hint of light blue.

On the ice arrow, Dao techniques emerged, and talisman patterns overflowed.

The peerless ice-cold attribute seemed capable of breaking through everything.

Ruokai was not wrong!

For the power of this strike, he really only used one percent of his strength.

He Pingsheng's spiritual sense was now no weaker than Ruokai Laozu's, and even a tiny bit stronger.

So He Pingsheng could also clearly feel the power of this strike.

"Hmph..." he gave a cold smile, casually extended his finger, and pointed at the ice arrow flying toward his head.

Spiritual power condensed and, at a distance of three zhang above his head, transformed into a black protective shield.

That shield looked extremely thick, and on it flowed mysterious talisman patterns and Dao techniques.