Chapter 638: Ambush and Counter-Ambush

Mo Sang is quite sincere!

He directly took off the ring on his finger and placed it before He Pingsheng.

It was a silver ring.

He Pingsheng could easily extend his spiritual sense into it.

Undeniably, as an elderly merchant guild leader, Mo Sang possessed immense wealth, with vast quantities of spirit stones and various materials.

There were even numerous Grade Six alchemical ingredients.

He merely glanced at them, then pulled out a Saintly Essence Pill and handed it to Mo Sang: "Brother Mo Sang, keep this quiet!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Mo Sang eagerly stuffed the items into his robes.

As for Mo Sang's belongings, He Pingsheng casually took a few Grade Six alchemical ingredients, leaving the rest untouched.

There was no need to take everything.

"Thank you, thank you!" Mo Sang looked at He Pingsheng with deep gratitude and said: "Brother Long Zhe, many here are not good people—you just revealed something that could incite envy. Let me give you a piece of advice!"

"Don't wait until the trade fair ends!"

"Leave this place immediately!"

"You could even leave right now!"

"Otherwise, disaster may strike!"

He stared intently at He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng nodded.

He had no reason to stay here.

So, before the second half of the trade fair began, He Pingsheng directly left the hall and swiftly departed from Gu Song Mountain.

It wasn't out of fear—he simply didn't want to attract trouble.

After all, He Pingsheng still intended to live in the Imperial City with Qiao Huizhu for a while and didn't want to get entangled in complications, did he?

Because he was too close to the Imperial City, he dared not summon the Silver River Sky Shuttle for flight, opting instead for an ordinary Eight-Treasure Boat.

Thus, his speed was painfully slow!

Just half a stick of incense after He Pingsheng took off, five streaks of light appeared, blocking him from all directions—front, back, left, and right.

Above him in the void stood Gu Song Daoist!

In front and to the left were a young man and woman dressed in pale moon-white robes.

Behind and to the right were two elderly, white-haired men.

All five had reached the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm—some at Level 12, others at Level 11.

Extremely powerful!

Yet He Pingsheng was unafraid; he stood calmly in the void and gazed up at Gu Song Daoist, asking coolly: "What do you mean by this, Brother Gu Song?"

Gu Song sneered coldly: "The trade fair isn't over yet, and you're in such a hurry to leave… Clearly, you've got something to hide, hehehe…"

At this, Gu Song's spirits soared.

If the opponent fled, it meant one thing:

He was afraid!

Apparently, this fellow's abilities were quite limited.

If he's scared, then our plan must be correct.

"You're the one with something to hide," He Pingsheng replied, looking up at Gu Song while vigilantly watching the other four: "If you're determined to be a villain, then be a bold one—why play at being a coward and invite humiliation?"

"Hahaha…" Gu Song burst into laughter.

"Correct! I've come here precisely to be the villain!"

"Long Zhe, Long Zhe… The five of us against you—today, you won't escape even if you had wings!"

"Here's my offer: hand over your ring and treasures, and I'll show mercy—allow you to be reborn!"

Mercy? All you offer is letting me be reborn?

And you dare call that mercy?

"I have one thing to say to you all," He Pingsheng said, unmoved, his gaze sweeping over the five: "Leave now, and I'll guarantee nothing happened. But if I strike, none of you will leave alive!"

He spoke with deadly seriousness.

Yet to their ears, it sounded like the greatest joke imaginable.

"Hahaha…"

"Ha ha ha!"

"Giggle giggle…"

They couldn't help but laugh.

They didn't underestimate He Pingsheng—in fact, each was extremely cautious.

But his words were simply too absurd.

Even if you're a prodigy, so what?

A Spirit Transformation Level 6 could possibly kill five Spirit Transformation peak experts?

"I see," He Pingsheng said: "You've truly made up your minds."

Boom…

With a wave of his hand, the black Heaven-Defect Divine Spear appeared in He Pingsheng's grip.

As soon as the spear emerged, a powerful aura surged outward.

"Top-grade ancient treasure? Is that your only advantage?" Gu Song stared at the spear in He Pingsheng's hand: "Brothers—attack together! Don't give him a chance to resist!"

Boom…

As he spoke, Gu Song waved his hand, summoning a massive axe.

The long-handled silver axe swelled to three hundred zhang, crashing straight down toward He Pingsheng's head.

This was a full-power strike.

Attacks also came from the other four directions.

The young man and woman in pale robes each launched a flying sword.

The elder on the right hurled a black bead that expanded into a hundred-zhang sphere, resembling a planet plummeting from the heavens.

Behind him, the Level 12 Spirit Transformation elder didn't summon a weapon—instead, he flicked his wrist, releasing a long green serpent that lunged to bite He Pingsheng.

So this fellow was a beast-taming cultivator.

Boom…

Facing the five Spirit Transformation experts' assault, He Pingsheng didn't hesitate—he immediately activated his blood-red turtle shell.

A spectral blue divine turtle appeared around his body.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

All five attacks struck the blue divine turtle's shadow.

Yet their blows felt like mere tickles—none could pierce his defense.

"This…"

Seeing this, Gu Song's face darkened instantly.

The others frowned in disbelief.

"Brothers," Gu Song said, "Stop holding back—if this boy breaks free, none of us will survive!"

He assumed the others hadn't given their all.

"Again!" Gu Song roared to the others.

He Pingsheng stood still, watching them with faint mockery.

They attacked once more.

Result? No change whatsoever.

Countless waves of energy rippled outward, shattering nearby rocks and trees, reducing several small peaks to rubble under the residual force.

Yet He Pingsheng's defense remained utterly intact.

The contrast was clear: it wasn't that they hadn't tried—it was that He Pingsheng's defense was simply too overwhelming.

Gu Song's face turned completely black.

If they couldn't break the turtle shell, how could they kill him?

Robbing and killing was supposed to be secret—how could they afford to stall indefinitely?

After just a few attacks, some had already begun to retreat.

When progress stalled, some sought self-preservation.

The young man and woman in pale robes instantly broke away, fleeing as streaks of light.

But!

How could He Pingsheng let them escape so easily?

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Two emerald-green spiritual nail projectiles suddenly shot from his mind.

In an instant, they pierced the two minds.

Boom…

Boom!

Their minds shattered—they became living corpses, then plummeted from ten thousand zhang high, crashing onto the earth between towering mountains.

This sight made Gu Song and the other two men tremble in fear.

"Cough, cough, cough…" Gu Song felt his throat dry; he coughed hard twice and said, "Um, Dragon Hibernation, we were just joking with you!"

"We're all friends—how could we ever ambush you?"

"We merely wanted to re-invite you back to continue the trade!"