Chapter 446: Instantly Killing a Nascent Soul, Jian Zhu Peeed Herself

Hao Yun's tombstone had been restored to its original state.

Several young people had already trembled in terror.

He He Pingsheng waved his hand, "Go. Return and tell the Yu Shu Immortal Sect's Nascent Soul that someone will soon come to take his head!"

"Tell him to prepare!"

"Go!"

The group fled in panic, crawling and rolling away in disarray.

He He Pingsheng took out incense, candles, and paper money, and personally paid respects to Master Hao.

Then he went to his parents' graves and paid his respects there as well.

Fortunately, his parents' graves remained intact, undamaged by anyone.

Still uneasy, He He Pingsheng took the tombstone of his parents with him—should anyone find it later, it would be troublesome.

Who knows if someone might dig up their graves in the future?

Once everything was done, He He Pingsheng instantly teleported away, and the next moment he appeared abruptly atop the Xiuzhu Peak of the former Grand Void Gate.

The peak stood lush and green, with distant clouds drifting faintly.

Palaces atop the peak stood shoulder to shoulder.

It differed little from when He He Pingsheng had been here a century ago.

Only the things remained, while the people had changed.

The buildings were still there, the great halls still stood—but the names had changed, the owners had changed.

He He Pingsheng stood beside that clear stream, gazing at its waters.

The bottom of the stream was clearly visible.

It was here, long ago, that he had found a broken basin.

From then on, his life's fate was altered.

"Jiujiu…" He He Pingsheng stepped forward to a cliff edge and whistled twice toward the distant clouds.

The sound pierced the heavens, sharp and shrill.

After a few breaths, two large white birds burst from the mist, flying straight toward He He Pingsheng.

The two birds circled him like old friends reunited after many days, chirping "jiu-jiu-jiu-jiu."

This sight immediately drew the attention of the cultivators on Xiuzhu Peak.

Several disciples ran over, watching from afar, whispering among themselves.

"Who is this man? He doesn't look like any of our Xiuzhu Peak senior brothers?"

"Indeed… but these two Golden-Headed Snow Pengs never let anyone near them, nor do they ever approach anyone—why are they interested in this fellow now?"

"Could he be their original master?"

"Exactly… many senior brothers skilled in Beast Taming have tried—even the Golden Core elders from Jade Dragon Peak couldn't subdue them. It's strange!"

The disciples murmured among themselves.

From their chatter, He He Pingsheng learned one piece of news: Xiuzhu Peak had not been renamed—it was still called Xiuzhu Peak.

Boom…

He He Pingsheng's body suddenly shot into the void like a cannonball.

Instantly, the two circling Snow Pengs shot after him.

Precisely, He He Pingsheng landed right atop the Snow Pengs' backs.

"Big White, Little White, how are you?"

"Long time no see!"

He reached out and rubbed their backs.

Big White sent back an impression: "We are also delighted to see our master again!"

He He Pingsheng was overjoyed—he could now communicate via mental voice.

"You two… have you reached Foundation Establishment?"

This surprised him.

"Yes yes yes…" Big White replied: "We achieved Foundation Establishment fifty years ago!"

He He Pingsheng's spiritual sense swept over them, confirming their cultivation levels.

Big White and Little White had both reached Foundation Establishment Level Eleven.

This…

Had they hit a bottleneck?

"Do you have a bottleneck?" he asked Big White.

Big White said: "Master, we have no bottleneck—only we rarely find cultivation resources, so our progress is slow."

"Good!" He He Pingsheng said. "I'll brew Spirit Beast Pills for you later!"

"Let's go…"

"Jade Dragon Peak!"

The two Snow Pengs carried He He Pingsheng, leaping across several peaks in an instant, arriving atop Jade Dragon Peak.

At the front of Jade Dragon Peak stood a massive teleportation square.

It housed many short-range teleport arrays linking to various peaks.

Behind the teleportation square stood a black palace: the Grand Void Divine Palace.

The palace still stood—but its color was no longer black; it was now a new golden hall.

Gilded and magnificent.

Imposing and grand.

"Jiujiu-jiu…"

The two Snow Pengs landed on the teleportation square. He He Pingsheng waved his hand and summoned them into the Great Freedom Pearl.

With a creak, the Grand Void Palace doors opened.

Out stepped a tall Nascent Soul cultivator.

Behind him followed six Golden Core cultivators.

He He Pingsheng's gaze swept over them.

He spotted an acquaintance: Jian Zhu!

Yes—it was the youngest disciple of Grand Void Patriarch, Jian Zhu.

In the past, she had always conspired with Grand Void's own son, Elder Wuwei.

She was also the master of Feng the Nun.

Seeing He He Pingsheng, Jian Zhu's eyes narrowed slightly.

She had not expected that after all these years, she remained stuck at Golden Core, while He He Pingsheng had risen from a mere Qi Refining cultivator to a Great Golden Core.

And not just any Great Golden Core—he was at Golden Core Level Eleven.

"Did you kill my grandson?" The Nascent Soul cultivator glared at He He Pingsheng, furious.

He was the patriarch of the Yu Shu Immortal Sect, a newly ascended Nascent Soul adept of the past century, Dao name: Wu Chen.

Wu Chen had never met He He Pingsheng nor heard his name.

But the disciples had delivered He He Pingsheng's message to him—he had assumed it was a formidable Nascent Soul cultivator, so he immediately gathered all his Golden Core disciples for an emergency meeting.

Yet he never imagined He He Pingsheng would appear on Jade Dragon Peak.

And only as a Golden Core cultivator?

"Yes, it was me!"

He He Pingsheng waved his hand and pulled out a spear.

"Pfft…" Wu Chen sneered: "A mere Golden Core, speaking grandiosely… Let me show you how I'll kill you to avenge my grandson!"

As he spoke, Wu Chen began gathering magic power—but suddenly, an invisible spiritual nail struck his spiritual sense.

Boom…

The spiritual spear in He He Pingsheng's hand elongated into several zhang, shot forward, and pierced straight through Wu Chen's body, then slammed him, impaled, onto the eave of the golden palace behind him.

Blood gushed out.

And Wu Chen was dead—beyond any doubt.

A Nascent Soul Level One was nothing to He He Pingsheng now—he could kill it with a mere wave of his hand.

Swoosh…

He flew over, punched, tore open the Nascent Soul's belly, and pulled out Wu Chen's glassy Nascent Soul from within.

Dripping with blood.

Because his spiritual sense had already been disrupted, the glassy Nascent Soul was now unconscious.

To the surrounding Golden Core cultivators, He He Pingsheng's strike was seamless, instantaneous, and eerily strange.

Golden Core?

Killed a Nascent Soul—and the Nascent Soul couldn't even resist?

Terrifying!

How could such a terrifying Golden Core exist in this world?

All the Golden Core cultivators around were frozen—watching their patriarch slain, they had no idea what to do.

Of course, the most terrified was Jian Zhu.

Because she knew the grudge between herself and He He Pingsheng, she had self-awareness.

When Elder Wuwei betrayed them, she had participated several times.