Chapter 391: The Ninth Prince

"I have collected enough!"

Elder Ling Zhiwang said: "However... some of them have been collected for too long, and they have dried up, and a lot of the poison inside has been lost!"

Third-tier poison pills are the inner cores of poisonous Golden Core-stage spirit beasts; they are fresh when just taken out, but if not used in time, the poison will dissipate over time.

And the poison pill will also become shriveled and lose its activity.

Even under good storage conditions.

But He Pingsheng was not worried, because he had the Treasure Basin, which could strengthen them.

It didn't matter if the poison was lost; after strengthening, it would be the best poison again.

"No problem, give them to me first!"

He Pingsheng collected all hundred or so poison pills into his storage ring, and also threw the things and wealth he had robbed from Patriarch Ruo Kai to Elder Ling Zhiwang.

These assets could be used to stock the Chamber of Commerce.

It just so happened that the goods in the shop were not particularly complete recently.

Besides these, He Pingsheng also took out two 【Crack Origin Thunder Fruits】.

The Crack Origin Thunder Fruit is a fourth-tier immortal fruit and one of the main ingredients for refining the 【Break Transformation Pill】. This thing was obtained when he fought the giant dragon in the Wood Dragon Ditch.

The Crack Origin Thunder Fruit is a good thing and usually only appears at auctions.

After doing these things, He Pingsheng returned to his main hall, strengthening the 【Poison Pills】 while starting to practice the method of the 【Nine Poison Refining Golden Body】.

He hadn't practiced this thing for a long time.

Holding the Buddha's feet at the last minute, he didn't know which layer he could practice to.

One day!

Two days!

Three days!

In a flash, the third day arrived.

On the third day, Xiaohe ran to He Pingsheng's dojo in person, specifically to call him to go to the Dragon Terrace for a fight.

"Master... cheer up, you will definitely win!" Xiaohe raised her little fist.

He Pingsheng said: "Don't talk nonsense, Princess Qinghe is at the twelfth layer of the Golden Core Stage; how could I possibly win?"

"Definitely can't win!"

In fact, He Pingsheng had already calculated clearly that he was prepared to lose this so-called Dragon Terrace competition.

Regardless of Princess Qinghe's strength, he would lose.

Because if he won, He Pingsheng was worried that there would be endless trouble with this woman later.

And winning had no benefits.

Losing was better.

The Dragon Terrace belongs to the Imperial Capital.

It is a large-scale competition venue.

Most of it provides a place for Foundation Establishment cultivators to duel, but there is also a place for Golden Core cultivators to duel.

That is the Dragon Terrace.

On the Dragon Terrace, there are ten formation venues for Golden Core cultivators to decide the winner.

Just after He Pingsheng entered the Dragon Terrace, he saw countless cultivators of the Imperial Capital standing shoulder to shoulder under the stage.

Seeing this scene, He Pingsheng couldn't help but touch his forehead.

Good fellow!

So many people?

Princess Qinghe actually made the news of the arena fight known to everyone?

Just as He Pingsheng was surprised, a disciple wearing a moon-white robe next to him bowed respectfully to He Pingsheng and said: "Greetings, Senior. The Crown Prince is waiting for you over there, please come over to reminisce about old times!"

He Pingsheng looked in the direction the person pointed, only to see the Ninth Prince stretching his head out of the window in a luxury VIP box at the back of the viewing platform, waving his arms at He Pingsheng.

Confirming it was him, He Pingsheng felt relieved.

"Alright..." he said: "Lead the way!"

Soon, He Pingsheng arrived at the last row of the viewing platform.

It was also the highest row.

This row was all VIP seats, and the VIP seats were individual boxes with restrictions set up, so the spiritual sense of ordinary cultivators could not penetrate them.

"You all get out!" The Ninth Prince waved his hand, driving all his subordinates out of the box.

In the small room, only He Pingsheng and the Ninth Prince remained.

"Congratulations!" He Pingsheng was neither humble nor arrogant, sitting directly opposite the Ninth Prince: "I heard you have become the Crown Prince now!"

"Hehehe..." The Ninth Prince laughed, showing a proud expression: "That's right, if I, a dignified six-nine heavenly tribulation, couldn't become the Crown Prince, then everyone in the royal family would be blind!"

"Let me tell you!"

"Hehehe..."

"I am not just the Crown Prince!"

"And I am a disciple personally taught by the ancestor!"

"In the future... hehehe... in the future..."

"You understand!"

He Pingsheng said: "Thank you for your help, Crown Prince, that courtyard is not bad!"

"You're welcome!" The Ninth Prince said: "Actually, I should thank you... sigh... how should I put it, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had that six-nine heavenly tribulation!"

?????

He Pingsheng was slightly shocked after hearing this.

What does that mean?

He didn't speak, but stared at the Ninth Prince.

The Ninth Prince put his middle finger to his lips and said: "It's not convenient to talk here, I will communicate with you by spiritual sense transmission!"

After speaking, the Ninth Prince communicated with He Pingsheng using the method of spiritual sense transmission.

"Fellow Daoist might not know, why did your three-nine heavenly tribulation have such a majestic momentum?"

"Actually... the heavenly tribulation you crossed was not a three-nine heavenly tribulation, but a nine-nine heavenly tribulation!"

"It's just that, in order to hide it, the Heavenly Dao specifically transferred the first six heavenly tribulations to me!"

"Otherwise, how could I, Liang Zhili, have the ability to attract a six-nine heavenly tribulation?"

As he spoke, a wry smile appeared on the Ninth Prince's face.

He Pingsheng nodded.

He didn't expect the Ninth Prince to know about this too.

"Then..." he asked Liang Zhili: "Besides you, who else knows about this?"

"Only me!" Liang Zhili said: "Do I dare to tell others?"

"If this matter were leaked, and they found out that my luck is ordinary, my position as Crown Prince would be gone!"

"So Fellow Daoist He, we are prosperous together and damaged together... we are..."

"Stop!" He Pingsheng waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, rest assured, you will be damaged, I won't... you figure out the cause and effect!"

"Yes, yes, yes..." Liang Zhili said: "Little brother naturally understands that all this status and wealth is relying on your luck for protection... so... I know you will definitely be able to shine in the Nine Nations Grand Competition!"

"When you break through to the Nascent Soul Stage, you must tell me in advance, we two still have to cross the tribulation together!"

"Otherwise, I will be exposed!"

The Ninth Prince looked eager.

He Pingsheng smiled: "Alright... anyway, you know, I know, Heaven knows, Earth knows, no third person can know!"

"Rest assured!" The Ninth Prince said: "Even if you leak it, I won't!"

"Oh, right, how are you going to fight my sister this time?" The Ninth Prince pointed his mouth outside.

He Pingsheng found that Princess Qinghe was already waiting on the arena.

He didn't answer Liang Zhili's question, but asked back: "Do you know about the rumors?"

The reason Qinghe came to him was because of the rumor that 'He Pingsheng doesn't want her'.

This was obviously spread by someone on purpose.

"I don't know!" The Ninth Prince shook his head, "But besides the Thirteenth Prince, no one would do such a boring thing. And when the ancestor said this, besides you and me, only the Thirteenth Prince was present!"

"It can only be him!" ===== CHAPTER 392 =====