Chapter 443

At the entrance of Tianfu Mountain, four disciples guarded the gate.

These disciples' cultivation was extremely low—only Qi Refining realm!

When He He Pingsheng landed his sword at the gate, they each walked forward and bowed respectfully.

"Elder!"

"Disciple greets you!"

"May we ask where Elder comes from? This is Tianfu Mountain!"

Though their cultivation was low, they instantly recognized He He Pingsheng as not one of their own.

He He Pingsheng nodded and said, "I have come…"

But before he finished, he realized he didn't know how to continue.

His gaze fell instead on the stone tablet behind him, bearing the three large characters: "Tianfu Mountain."

To ask for Qiao Qiao Huizhu?

Not appropriate.

To ask for Qiao Qiao Huizhu's aunt? But that elder had already passed away.

As for the other elders of Tianfu Mountain, He He Pingsheng knew none of them.

He opened his mouth, then fell silent.

"Er…," he rubbed his forehead and said, "I'm not here for anyone. This humble Daoist merely passed by and saw your mountain gate—curious, I came to take a look."

As he spoke, He He Pingsheng's vast spiritual sense erupted outward, fully enveloping Tianfu Mountain.

Alarms rang out everywhere across Tianfu Mountain.

Boom… boom…

Some disciples even ran in panic to the array's core points, activating the mountain's protective formation.

At that moment, the four gate disciples trembled violently and retreated inside.

He He Pingsheng stood still, unmoving.

He knew someone would come soon.

Indeed, after a few breaths, a streak of light shot past and landed at the gate.

The newcomer was a man, appearing fifty-six years old, but his true age was certainly far older—he was already at Core Formation sixth layer.

The Core Formation cultivator's spiritual sense swept over He He Pingsheng—but found no cultivation level. He was instantly shocked and bowed: "Unknown Elder…"

"No need for formalities," He He Pingsheng said. "We are both Core Formation cultivators—call me Daoist."

"Yes, may I ask Daoist…"

The Core Formation cultivator looked up, bewildered.

He He Pingsheng said: "Do you know Qiao Qiao Huizhu?"

The Core Formation cultivator's brow twitched. "I know, I know… she's a junior of our sect, but left the sect a hundred years ago. May I ask, Daoist, who are you?"

"I am her friend. Take me inside—I wish to meet your sect's old ancestor."

He He Pingsheng's tone was immense.

Yet the Core Formation cultivator dared not act rashly—he quickly bowed again. "Very well… Daoist, follow me!"

The formation opened in sequence.

He He Pingsheng was invited into a grand hall.

Soon, seven or eight cultivators sat down.

All were Core Formation.

The highest among them had reached Core Formation eleventh layer—identical to He He Pingsheng.

"I am the Sect Master of Tianfu Mountain," the eleventh-layer cultivator bowed to He He Pingsheng. "Your cultivation is extraordinary. You've come to Tianfu Mountain for a reason—tell me directly…"

"Our old ancestor is in seclusion and does not receive visitors!"

Clearly, these seven or eight Core Formation cultivators did not take He He Pingsheng seriously.

Besides, how dare a mere Core Formation cultivator demand to see our Nascent Soul ancestor?

Do you think you're entitled?

He He Pingsheng nodded. "Very well… then I thank you."

"It's like this… Qiao Qiao Huizhu came to the Cultivation Alliance about a year ago. I'd like to ask you—did she return to Tianfu Mountain? Have any of you seen her?"

The Sect Master took a moment to react.

He He Pingsheng said: "Qiao Qiao Huizhu—she was once a disciple of your Tianfu Mountain."

After a long pause, the Sect Master finally remembered. "Ah… her? Is she still alive?"

"Hmph…"

"She caused our sect no end of trouble!"

Qiao Qiao Huizhu had stirred the entire Liang Kingdom with her Ninth Tribulation—many in Qi Kingdom knew her name, and the royal court and high officials there knew her well.

But this small Cultivation Alliance and Tianfu Mountain had no way to obtain news about her.

They knew nothing of Qiao Qiao Huizhu.

"So," He He Pingsheng said coolly, "the Sect Master has never seen her?"

"Never!" the Sect Master said. "If I ever see her, I'll execute her to atone to our ancestors!"

"Heh…" Hearing others speak ill of his wife, He He Pingsheng was displeased—he smiled coldly. "You?"

"I don't mean to look down on you, but you—Qiao Qiao Huizhu could kill a hundred of you with one slap."

"What do you mean?"

"Boy, you're awfully bold!"

"You come to Tianfu Mountain to cause trouble?"

"Look in a mirror before you speak!"

"Core Formation eleventh layer? I'll bury you here in an instant!"

Before the Sect Master could speak, the surrounding Core Formation cultivators all unleashed their spiritual senses.

Some even summoned their magic treasures.

He He Pingsheng remained calm—he said nothing, but his spiritual sense erupted, merging with his mastered spatial force.

The seven or eight Core Formation cultivators turned pale instantly.

Crash…

Thud…

Several collapsed to their knees.

Everyone was frozen in place.

He He Pingsheng calmly reached out, picked up a cup of spirit tea from the table, and drank it in one gulp.

"Out of respect for your status as Qiao Qiao Huizhu's elders, I'll forgive your insolence."

"Call your old ancestor. You're not worthy to speak with me."

Boom…

As he spoke, He He Pingsheng sent another spiritual sense surge—a silent spiritual nail that slammed into the roof of the hall where the Tianfu Mountain old ancestor was in seclusion.

The third-rank formation shattered instantly.

A corner of the hall was blasted apart.

The Tianfu Mountain old ancestor was a Nascent Soul fourth-layer elder—He He Pingsheng had already sensed this with his spiritual sense.

"Daoist… Daoist, please calm down…"

The Nascent Soul elder finally emerged from his meditation chamber, bowing to He He Pingsheng in fear.

He He Pingsheng then withdrew his power.

"Old Ancestor… Old Ancestor…"

"This man!"

The Core Formation cultivators, who had just regained their breath, knelt before the old ancestor, eager to complain.

But the old ancestor's face darkened with fury. "All of you—get out!"

Then he turned to He He Pingsheng, smiling obsequiously. "My apologies, Daoist. It's my fault for poor discipline—I offended you!"

Hearing this, the others were terrified, nearly losing their souls, and fled immediately.

"No matter," He He Pingsheng said calmly. "Sit down and speak."

The two took their seats, host and guest.

The Nascent Soul elder stared at He He Pingsheng in shock, then whispered: "Daoist… are you the He He Pingsheng rumored to have raided the imperial court and slain five imperial princes?"

He He Pingsheng nodded. "Yes."

Thud!

The Tianfu Mountain old ancestor dropped to his knees. "Little Ancestor… you're going to kill me!"

"If the imperial court learns you've come to Tianfu Mountain, won't we be wiped out?"