Chapter 390: Dragon Terrace

"Alright, I'll go take a look!"

He Pingsheng put away the materials for the formation, wiped his face, and followed Elder Ling Zhiwang to the Chamber of Commerce in front.

Entering from the back door.

Then walking to the front desk on the first floor.

Sitting right in front of the counter was a woman with a slender figure.

The woman was wearing a water-blue Daoist robe, her face was as white as jade, her long eyelashes were curved, and her divine light was dazzling.

When He Pingsheng walked into the first floor of the Chamber of Commerce, she slightly raised her eyes and looked over.

Her gaze was sharp and angry, but within this anger, a trace of curiosity and calmness was hidden.

When she saw He Pingsheng, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl, her red lips parted to reveal two rows of white and neat teeth, and her voice was cold with a hint of contempt: "You are He Pingsheng? Hehehe... sure enough, just like what others said, this appearance is truly plain and unremarkable..."

Just as the last two words 【unremarkable】 were spoken, the woman in the water-blue robe moved. As her jade hands flipped, an ice-blue divine sword *swished* like a ghost, stabbing toward He Pingsheng.

This attack was fast, ruthless, and accurate.

He Pingsheng was startled.

His body retreated quickly.

He Pingsheng didn't intend to clash head-on with the opponent.

First, this was his own Chamber of Commerce; if he destroyed the items, wouldn't he have to bear it with tears?

Secondly, although the woman's sword technique was sharp and swift, there was no immortal spiritual energy infused into the sword, and there was no killing intent in her attacks.

He Pingsheng could only retreat.

But what He Pingsheng didn't expect was that the opponent's long sword was like a spirit snake, swaying left and right, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes up, sometimes down, and it never left his throat by more than a *chi*.

Not to mention whether he could win, just this sword technique alone made He Pingsheng greatly surprised.

It must be a very high-level sword technique.

*Ssh... *

After two breaths, He Pingsheng had nowhere to retreat, his body already leaning against a corner of the wall, and the tip of the long sword in Princess Qinghe's hand was already pressed against He Pingsheng's throat.

He Pingsheng did not resist.

But he wasn't worried either.

The opponent hadn't activated immortal spiritual energy, so even if this sword were suddenly stabbed, it couldn't pierce his throat.

Moreover, immortals were different from mortals; even if his throat were pierced, it would be nothing more than a superficial wound.

Swallowing a top-tier 【Golden Bone Pill】 would allow the injury to heal instantly.

"Stupid!" Princess Qinghe spat out a word indifferently, then her jade arm retracted, and the ice-blue precious sword was pulled away by her and hung back on her waist.

"Is it you who went around saying everywhere that I, the dignified Imperial Princess Qinghe, am your concubine?"

After a round of sword technique, Princess Qinghe's anger had also dissipated by more than half.

He Pingsheng had long known why she came, and he hurriedly said: "No... Heaven is my witness, I haven't said a single word!"

"Then you must have thought about it!"

The Princess stared at He Pingsheng: "Is that right?"

"No!" He Pingsheng said: "I swear, I haven't even thought about it!"

He Pingsheng thought he was upright and had nothing to fear, but he didn't expect this sentence to make the grandmother in front of him explode with anger again: "What do you mean? You don't even want me to be your concubine? Do you look down on me, Princess Qinghe?"

He Pingsheng's face turned dark:...

You can't talk to women without eight hundred schemes.

He felt that even a hundred schemes weren't enough; forget it, better not to speak.

He Pingsheng decisively said nothing and remained silent.

"Why don't you speak?" Princess Qinghe asked: "Did I poke at your inner thoughts, and now you feel guilty?"

"Say something!"

"Hey... what do you mean?"

"Do you believe that I will tear down your broken shop?"

"Don't!" He Pingsheng hurriedly opened his mouth and said: "Princess Qinghe, please be clear, this matter really has nothing to do with me!"

"Back then, the royal ancestor's original words were that if I were a person of great luck, then... then you... *cough, cough, cough*..."

"Right!"

"You should understand!"

"But later, the ancestor saw that I was just a fellow with a three-nine tribulation, not someone with great luck, so perhaps he felt I wasn't worthy of you, and didn't mention it again... and left..."

"This is the whole story!"

After speaking, He Pingsheng spread his hands.

Princess Qinghe's face turned pale, and she said coldly: "You few words decided my whole life, and now you have ruined my reputation!"

"I don't dare to go to the ancestor to vent this anger, so there's no other way; you just have to consider yourself unlucky!"

"I have already arranged the arena!"

"Three days later, I will wait for you at the 【Dragon Terrace】 in the Imperial Capital..."

"Let's see how much ability you have!"

After speaking, Princess Qinghe turned and left.

He Pingsheng extended a trace of spiritual sense to sweep over the opponent.

If I'm going to fight, I have to know your cultivation level, right?

Hmm... twelfth layer of the Golden Core Stage!

Good fellow, so high?

"Fellow Daoist He..." After Princess Qinghe left, Elder Ling Zhiwang walked over gingerly and said: "Are you alright?"

He Pingsheng shook his head: "I'm fine!"

"However, what is going on?"

According to reason, the royal ancestor's words back then shouldn't have caused such waves, because He Pingsheng hadn't shown the talent of a person of great luck.

Therefore, even if these words reached the Princess's ears, she wouldn't be so angry.

"I'm not too sure either!" Elder Ling Zhiwang said cautiously: "But I heard a rumor!"

He Pingsheng said: "What rumor?"

Elder Ling Zhiwang said: "I don't know when it started in the Imperial Capital, but there is a rumor that the royal family betrothed the Princess to you as a concubine, but you refused!"

Hey...

Hearing this, He Pingsheng's face suddenly turned dark.

No wonder Princess Qinghe was so angry.

So that was it.

It's just... how did these words spread?

Someone did it on purpose?

With ulterior motives?

He Pingsheng's eyes narrowed slightly: It must be someone deliberately creating conflict in the dark.

"Forget it, we can't manage these things anyway!" He Pingsheng asked: "Fellow Daoist Ling, what is this 【Dragon Terrace】 that Princess Qinghe just mentioned?"

"Dragon Terrace is an arena!" Elder Ling Zhiwang said: "The arena in the Imperial Capital is different from other places!"

"In other places, the arena of the City Lord's Mansion basically only allows Foundation Establishment disciples to compete at the highest!"

"But in the Imperial Capital, the Dragon Terrace has ten third-tier formations that can defend against the aftermath of battles between Golden Core cultivators, so the Dragon Terrace also has arenas for Golden Core cultivators to duel!"

"Fellow Daoist He, Princess Qinghe is asking you to go to the arena to decide the winner!"

"Hmm!" He Pingsheng nodded, not taking it too much to heart.

If a woman wants to reclaim her reputation, it doesn't matter; he would just let her win later.

"That... Fellow Daoist Ling, the third-tier poison pills I asked you to collect before, do you have them now?"

【Repaying the debt of 5 chapters, second day!】 ===== CHAPTER 391 =====