Chapter 407: Farewell, Xiao Xuan

«Ssssh…»

Everyone's gaze turned to Wang Dun.

He Pingsheng covered his face: I don't even know you—don't look at me!

«He Dishi, why aren't you speaking? » Wang Dun actually walked straight over to He Pingsheng, stopping right beside him: «Are you so excited to see me? »

After all these years, he hadn't changed at all.

He Pingsheng scanned his cultivation base and said: «Yeah… seeing Brother Wang, I'm overwhelmed! »

Wang Dun's cultivation had reached Core Formation peak.

Level twelve.

Just one step away from entering Nascent Soul.

This bastard's cultivation speed is truly fast.

«By the way! » He Pingsheng said: «After you left last time, I heard the Qi royal family captured you—how did you escape? »

«Hehehe…» Wang Dun chuckled: «I've got my own methods—I'll tell you later…»

«I'm off! »

After greeting them, Wang Dun returned to his group.

The only man among twelve women stood out sharply.

"Qingyi, fellow Daoist, we'll meet again!" Zhen Yu also bowed to Qingyi of the Shinv Kingdom, and the two parties went their separate ways.

He Pingsheng followed Zhen Yu into the villa.

Ancestor Zhen Yu naturally took the main hall; the other twenty small pavilions were up for grabs.

Actually, there was nothing worth choosing—all were identical in design, array setup, and architectural style.

Pick any one.

«Hmm…» Princess Liang Huaqiu of Qinghe pressed close again, staring at He Pingsheng: «Do you know that guy? »

He Pingsheng nodded, then asked: «Do you know him too? »

«How could I know him? » Liang Huaqiu said: «But I think he's no good—don't learn bad habits from him! »

«Huh? » He Pingsheng looked confused: «You've only seen him once, and you already know he's no good? »

«Wang Dun was my senior when I first entered the cultivation world—he was actually quite decent…»

«Wait… didn't he owe me spirit stones? »

«Hold on… no, it was me who owed him spirit stones…»

As he spoke, He Pingsheng got himself tangled: who owed whom?

Doesn't matter.

Anyway, it wasn't much.

«Pfft…» Liang Huaqiu sneered: «Look at him—a grown man surrounded by women—he's definitely a lecher! »

«Huh? » He Pingsheng said: «Then by that logic, you're a lecher too! »

«You're a woman surrounded by men—what's the difference? »

Liang Huaqiu instantly flew into a rage: «I'm a woman—I'm different! I fight for the Liang Kingdom! »

«He fights for women…»

«Pfft… I'm not talking to you! » Liang Huaqiu snorted and went into one of the small pavilions.

He Pingsheng also picked an unoccupied pavilion and walked in.

The pavilion had an array.

He Pingsheng thought for a moment, then took out his array plate and set up three third-rank arrays outside the pavilion.

It took him nearly half a day.

Just as He Pingsheng finished setting up the arrays, another group arrived, led by the Nascent Soul woman, heading toward this villa.

All of them wore uniform golden Dao robes, imposing and majestic.

The leader of the twelve competitors, He Pingsheng recognized.

It was Xiao Xuan, the prodigy of the Bingji Sect from Dingxiang County, Qi Kingdom.

He was from the Qi faction.

And Xiao Xuan appearing first meant he was undoubtedly Qi Kingdom's strongest cultivator.

«He Pingsheng? » As He Pingsheng looked at Xiao Xuan, Xiao Xuan's gaze turned toward him too—surprise, then utter contempt: «You're still alive? »

«And you came to Tian Nian Mountain? »

He Pingsheng replied coolly: «Why should I die? »

«You all go ahead—I'll have a word with this old friend! » Xiao Xuan left his group and walked straight toward He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng had just finished setting up the arrays; he lazily sat down on a nearby ornamental rock.

Xiao Xuan came beside him and said: «I want to ask you—where's Qiao Huizhu? »

He Pingsheng sneered: «Why are you asking about my wife? »

«Your wife…» Xiao Xuan's face turned ashen: «You two actually got together? »

«Mm. » He Pingsheng gave a calm nod.

Emotionally steady, tranquil.

Xiao Xuan, by contrast, looked twisted with rage: «I don't believe it—I heard when she underwent Tribulation Crossing in Liang Kingdom, it was the Eight-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, right? »

«Right. » He Pingsheng said.

«And you? You had the Three-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, right? » Xiao Xuan pressed.

He Pingsheng nodded again: «Correct. »

«Then how could you possibly be worthy of Qiao Huizhu? » Xiao Xuan said: «Let me tell you straight—I also had the Eight-Nine Heavenly Tribulation…»

«I'm the true prodigy—only I deserve Qiao Shijie! »

«So what? » He Pingsheng smiled lazily: «Didn't I beat you twice already? »

The first time, they sparred—both at Qi Refining level ten.

He Pingsheng went to Bingji Sect and defeated him.

The second time, during the Divine General Mountain secret trial, He Pingsheng at Foundation Establishment level two crushed him, even though he was at Foundation Establishment level ten.

So He Pingsheng spoke the truth.

Yet Xiao Xuan's face twisted as he growled low: «Hehe… yes… but it doesn't matter! »

«He Pingsheng, let me tell you a story! »

«I began cultivating at twenty—I'm ninety-three now. » His mood suddenly calmed: «Before I cultivated, everyone thought I was a waste—some looked down on me, others even insulted me! »

«The one I remember most? My cousin. »

«My cousin is six years older than me. »

«I lived twenty years under his mockery. »

«Hehe… when I turned twenty, I suddenly awakened my Void Spirit Root—and then I became a prodigy! »

«Do you know what happened to him? »

Xiao Xuan asked He Pingsheng, then answered himself without waiting: «I didn't bother him—I just watched as his mind shattered under my pressure, until he accomplished nothing. »

«This year, he died from old age, unable to break into Foundation Establishment. »

«Do you know why I'm telling you this? »

«I'm telling you this: those who mocked me, those who crushed me—they'll all become my stepping stones someday! »

«What does it matter that you won twice? »

«Now I've awakened the Eight-Nine Heavenly Tribulation—I've swept through Qi Kingdom! »

«You? You're just a tiny ant now! »

«Now tell me! » Xiao Xuan looked down at He Pingsheng with supreme arrogance: «Tell me—where is Qiao Huizhu? »

He Pingsheng said: «At home. »

«Home? » Xiao Xuan blinked: «What do you mean? »

He Pingsheng said: «Nothing special—she's at home taking care of our kid. »

«Puh…» Xiao Xuan, having just regained his composure, spat out a mouthful of blood.