Chapter 500: The Dao of Dao, Excess is Wrong

Murong Xianxian was shaking all over from shock.

She felt like she was dreaming.

How is that possible?

A disciple at the eleventh layer of the Qi Condensation Stage actually has such a high-level magic treasure?

And fourth-tier materials?

And wants to refine fourth-tier pills?

Her brain wasn't enough; Murong Xianxian stretched out her hand and pinched her thigh hard: it hurt.

It wasn't a dream.

Then... the guy in front of her was just a pig pretending to be a tiger.

*Boom*...

Just at this moment, a wisp of pill fire ignited in front of He Pingsheng.

He began to refine pills.

The *Ancient Profound Cauldron* expanded to the size of a foot, then he poured in some *Hundred-Year Immortal Brew* from the *Spring Rain Workshop* to boil for a while, and then added various main and auxiliary materials in order.

Materials were not lacking!

Having killed True Person Fuding before, He Pingsheng's materials could be said to have been greatly replenished.

"Thank you..." Murong Xianxian said: "I haven't asked for your name yet, fellow Daoist!"

He Pingsheng said: "Er, this... I am Long Zhe!"

Better to continue using the disciple's name to muddle through.

Just at this moment, a stream of light landed.

The pursuit of Meng Zhiliang, a great Nascent Soul cultivator of the *Divine Feather Immortal Sect*, had arrived.

"Meng Zhiliang?" Murong Xianxian's body shook!

Then she hid behind He Pingsheng.

Meng Zhiliang didn't act immediately, but scanned with his spiritual sense.

Murong Xianxian was already seriously injured; acting now would easily kill her, but next to this woman, there was a guy at the eleventh layer of the Qi Condensation Stage refining pills.

A Qi Condensation cultivator actually has pill fire?

This pill furnace is still a top-tier magic treasure?

The key is, a Qi Condensation disciple is refining fourth-tier pills?

This matter was full of weirdness inside and out.

"Who are you?" Meng Zhiliang looked at He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng said: "I am a disciple of the *True Spirit Valley*; are you the one who beat my grand-ancestor into serious injury?"

"Hehe..." Meng Zhiliang glanced at him again and found that the guy was wearing the standard Daoist robe of a *True Spirit Valley* outer disciple, so he sneered twice: "That's right."

Murong Xianxian said: "Despicable and shameless Meng Zhiliang, if you hadn't ambushed me, you couldn't possibly be my opponent!"

Meng Zhiliang said: "Wealth is sought in danger, so what?"

He Pingsheng said indifferently: "Meng Zhiliang, right? You can leave now... with me here today, it is impossible for you to hurt the Supreme Great Elder of my *True Spirit Valley*!"

"Leave now, and you won't regret it..."

"Just by you, a mere eleventh layer of the Qi Condensation Stage?" Meng Zhiliang said: "You want me to leave?"

He Pingsheng nodded: "I am not at the Qi Condensation Stage, and I don't want to care about the grievances between you two!"

"But today, she cannot die!"

Meng Zhiliang took out a sword, then poured magic power into it, and the sword expanded, getting bigger and bigger: "Alright... if you want me to leave, you must give me a sufficient reason!"

"Let me also see your strength!"

He Pingsheng said: "Wait... don't act!"

"What?" A ferocious smile appeared on Meng Zhiliang's face: "Pretending to be a ghost and grandstanding, now you know you're afraid?"

"No!" He Pingsheng shook his head: "I'm afraid that after you act, you won't have a chance to regret it!"

"How about this, I'll show you something; if you still want to act, then I won't stop you!"

Meng Zhiliang couldn't figure out the situation and nodded: "Take it out!"

Then, while refining pills, He Pingsheng waved his hand and took out a *Glazed Nascent Soul*.

This *Glazed Nascent Soul* belonged to True Person Fuding.

"This..." Meng Zhiliang's eyes narrowed slightly.

*Glazed Nascent Soul*, does this mean this guy has killed a Nascent Soul?

No... or perhaps, it was bought?

"It seems you are still not convinced!" He Pingsheng waved his hand again.

The second one!

The third one!

The fourth one!

The fifth one!

The sixth one...

By the time he took out the sixteenth *Glazed Nascent Soul*, the fear in Meng Zhiliang's heart could no longer be contained: "Senior, stop..."

"This junior will leave now!"

After speaking, Meng Zhiliang directly turned into a beam of light and left.

Behind, Murong Xianxian breathed a sigh of relief.

He Pingsheng put away those *Glazed Nascent Souls* one by one again.

Why not just kill Meng Zhiliang directly?

Because He Pingsheng didn't want to.

Between Meng Zhiliang and Murong Xianxian, who is the good person and who is the bad person?

He didn't know.

Moreover, the Cultivation World cannot be distinguished by good or bad.

The grievances between the two, or the grievances between the two sects, were very complicated.

He had received the protection of the *True Spirit Valley* for thirteen years, and only wanted to repay Murong Xianxian for some karma, not wanting to kill and stain himself with karmic debt.

Just because I lived in your *True Spirit Valley* for thirteen years, I should mindlessly go up and help you kill people?

What are you thinking?

This didn't conform to He Pingsheng's Daoist heart either.

At the very least, acting with good intentions is fine, but never get yourself involved.

Half an hour later, a batch of pills was successfully refined.

Two top-tier, ten mid-tier.

He Pingsheng took out a top-tier *Healing Dao Pill* and handed it to Murong Xianxian: "Eat it; after eating it, the cracks on your Nascent Soul will recover!"

Murong Xianxian said thank you, then swallowed the pill in one gulp.

More than half a day later, the cracks in the Nascent Soul in her body healed.

He Pingsheng gave her some more *Ice Plain Divine Dew*; after swallowing it, the woman's exhausted dantian could be considered saturated.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for saving my life!" Murong Xianxian cupped her hands deeply to He Pingsheng: "I really don't know how to thank you!"

"No need!" He Pingsheng waved his hand: "You should be fine now, right?"

"If there's no problem, I'm leaving!"

"No problem!" Murong Xianxian said: "That Meng Zhiliang was not my opponent to begin with; if not for the ambush, he couldn't have beaten me!"

"Now, even if he comes to trouble me again, I'm not afraid of him!"

"That's good!" He Pingsheng nodded and said: "Ancestor... see you later!"

*Swish*...

After speaking, He Pingsheng didn't wait for Murong Xianxian to ask him to stay, and directly turned into a beam of light and fled far away.

Murong Xianxian looked at He Pingsheng's departing back, looking dazed.

"I didn't expect that in a place like our *True Spirit Valley*, there would actually be an old immortal at the Soul Transformation Stage hiding; it's truly unbelievable!"

She actually thought He Pingsheng was an old immortal at the Soul Transformation Stage!

"Forget it, forget it... I don't want the opportunities in this Heavenly Extreme Tianji Juedi anymore!"

"Leaving!"

Murong Xianxian had experienced life and death and saw through some things; she immediately shook her head and left the Heavenly Extreme Tianji Juedi directly.

Another two hours or so passed, and He Pingsheng arrived at the location agreed upon with Wang Dun.

The top of Luoying Mountain!

"Little brother, why did you take so long?" Wang Dun glanced at He Pingsheng and said: "You didn't go to meet your mistress, did you?"

He Pingsheng:...

"Hehe..." Wang Dun hurriedly took back his words and said: "Look at what this is?"

Around Wang Dun, there was a huge monster corpse.

It was a giant ape.

Black skin, purple fur; one look and you knew it wasn't simple.

At this very moment, this giant ape had become a corpse.

And not far from Luoying Mountain, visible cracks were everywhere on the ground; a great battle had just taken place here.