Chapter 445: Crown Prince? Execute Him Immediately

"Good, good, good… Immortal, rest assured, I'll handle this matter and make it look perfect!"

"Mm!" He He Pingsheng nodded: "By the way, younger brother, do you know where I can buy incense, candles, and spirit money? I'd like to purchase some."

"Not far ahead, Xiao Feng, take the Immortal there!"

A boy of about ten sprinted up to He He Pingsheng: "Immortal brother, I'll take you!"

The boy had large eyes and dark skin, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

His sweat wasn't from fear—it was from playing with his friends just now.

"Good, thank you so much!" He He Pingsheng smiled and took the boy's hand.

As they walked, He He Pingsheng subtly sent a thread of spiritual sense into the boy's body, checking if he too had a spiritual root.

To He He Pingsheng's surprise, the boy indeed had a spiritual root.

And it was a Five-Element spiritual root!

Seeing this result, He He Pingsheng was utterly stunned.

What one drinks or eats is all predestined.

Could this boy running up to guide him today be a fateful encounter?

He He Pingsheng shook his head, confused.

"What's your name?" he asked the boy.

The boy said: "I'm Xiao Feng, my full name is 【Dragon Whirlwind】…"

"Ah?" He He Pingsheng chuckled: "That's quite an imposing name."

Dragon Whirlwind said: "Our family surname is Long, so my father named me Dragon Whirlwind—it sounds mighty and grand!"

"Oh!" He He Pingsheng nodded: "You're already ten—has the Beast Taming Immortal Sect ever opened your meridians?"

"They did!" the boy lowered his head: "My spiritual root is poor; the Immortal said I can't cultivate."

"Hehehe…" He He Pingsheng smiled.

They arrived at the place selling incense, candles, and spirit money.

He He Pingsheng bought some, then took Dragon Whirlwind with him as they left.

"Xiao Feng, listen—I'm giving you something…" He He Pingsheng handed the boy a cultivation technique, not a high one, merely the most basic, attributeless 【Basic Breathing and Qi Absorption Method】 from the Immortal Realm's lowest tier: "With this, you can begin cultivating…"

"And this vial of 【Qi-Condensing Pills】—hide it well…"

"When you open it, a rich fragrance will emerge, so be extremely careful when opening it!"

"These two things will let you cultivate for now."

"Understood?"

The boy eagerly took them, nodding: "Yes!"

He He Pingsheng added: "I'll say this only once—remember well!"

"I've opened a trading guild in the capital of Liang State called 【Grand Void Guild】. If you can find me within ten years, I'll take you as my disciple!"

A child with no foundation, armed with only this most basic technique and twelve supreme Qi-Condensing Pills—He He Pingsheng estimated he could at most push him to Qi Refining level four or five.

To travel to Liang State at Qi Refining level four or five, with no spirit stones or travel funds, it would truly depend on fate.

This was a test—not just of the boy's perseverance, but of his fortune and destiny.

"I'll wait for you ten years!" He He Pingsheng continued: "Of course, the journey ahead will be fraught with hardship. If you make it, I'll teach you supreme arts. If you find it too difficult, you needn't seek me—stay in this town, live peacefully, and you'll easily become an outer disciple later."

"Go!"

He He Pingsheng waved his hand.

He didn't explicitly warn the boy not to reveal his secret—if he did, it might cost him his life.

It was up to the boy to be cautious enough.

After obtaining the incense, He He Pingsheng walked step by step toward a hill just outside the town.

First, he would offer incense to his parents, then seek Hao Yun's grave.

…

"I've confirmed it—this is the place!"

Before a low, desolate grave on a barren hill south of the town.

A boy of about sixteen or seventeen pointed at the mound: "This must be the grave of Hao Yun, the alchemy attendant—He He Pingsheng's starting point in cultivation!"

"They say Hao Yun was buried here by He He Pingsheng himself!"

"Dig up his tombstone—I want to see if it's true."

The boy wore brocade robes, clearly a noble disciple; around him stood three or four others at Qi Refining levels two or three, each drawing their flying swords and beginning to dig.

These youths had heard He He Pingsheng's story, awed by his rise from worthless potential, and decided to dig open Hao Yun's grave to find anything He He Pingsheng might have left behind.

Not only were they delusional, they were utterly reckless.

Soon, the green stone tablet was dragged out and tossed beside the brocade-clad boy.

Weathered by wind and rain, the tablet was cracked and faded, its inscriptions barely legible.

Yet the stroke structure still clearly revealed the four characters: 【Hao Yun's Tomb】.

"It really is him…"

The brocade boy laughed loudly: "Dig him up!"

"Stop!" Just as the youths began digging, He He Pingsheng suddenly appeared beside the grave: "What are you doing?"

His face darkened as he glared at the boys: "They've been dead for years—how can you dare desecrate a grave?"

"Get out—now!"

Facing these Qi Refining juniors, He He Pingsheng didn't use brute force.

He assumed they were just impulsive youths.

But the brocade boy coldly stared at him: "Who are you? What's it to you if we dig up a grave?"

"It's just the grave of a lonely ghost—not your father or mother!"

The moment those words left his mouth, He He Pingsheng's killing intent surged naturally.

"Go!" He He Pingsheng said: "I'll say it once—get out… or you'll all die."

"Hehehe… you?" The brocade boy placed one hand on his waist, pointed at He He Pingsheng with the other, dripping with arrogance: "Let me tell you—I'm the grandson of the Beast Taming Immortal Sect's Grand Ancestor, the sect's Crown Prince! You dare kill me?"

"Do you think I won't slaughter your entire family? If you've got guts, tell me your name—I'll—"

Pfft…

Before he finished speaking, the Crown Prince's head was blasted three zhang away by a spray of blood.

"Aaaahhh!"

The other boys screamed, trying to flee.

But beneath He He Pingsheng's overwhelming pressure, they collapsed helplessly to the ground, unable to move.

"Go—put that tombstone back. You may live."

He He Pingsheng nodded toward Hao Yun's tablet.

"Yes, yes, yes…" They scrambled to their feet and hastily restored Hao Yun's tombstone.