Chapter 652: Ghost King, Negotiation

A chilling, ominous aura flowed from this talisman.

Especially for corpse cultivators, this suppression from a Ghost King was unimaginably terrifying.

A sixth-rank talisman—the Ghost King Talisman—of supreme quality, once activated, could summon a Ghost King at the peak of Void Refinement, twelfth layer.

Lasting one hour!

Unless dispersed by immense magical power, this Ghost King would fight for its master for a full hour.

Destroying this Void Refinement ninth-layer fool was a certainty.

More than enough!

"Excellent!"

Zhou Qingmei said solemnly: "This is a Yin Ghost Talisman?"

He Pingsheng said: "Correct. All you need to know is that it's a sixth-rank offensive talisman—and of supreme quality…"

"I trust you can judge for yourself!"

"Hehehehe…" Zhou Qingmei laughed loudly: "True, after activation, I truly cannot withstand it!"

"But you're only at Soul Transformation seventh layer—your spiritual sense is insufficient; to activate this talisman, you need at least three breaths!"

"Three breaths? I could tear you into a hundred pieces!"

"Let's see what merit you have to summon this Ghost King!"

Whoosh…

The next instant!

Zhou Qingmei became a black shadow, rushing toward He Pingsheng with blinding speed.

Her speed was astonishing.

Yet before she reached He Pingsheng, a black demon suddenly stepped out from his body, raised one hand, and sent Zhou Qingmei flying a thousand zhang away, slamming hard against the golden array's light barrier.

The barrier bounced her back, and she fell to the ground with a thud.

"Damn… you…"

"How can your spiritual sense be so strong?"

Zhou Qingmei rose from the ground, staring fixedly at the demon beside He Pingsheng.

The demon's figure resembled He Pingsheng by eighty percent—no nose or eyes visible—but the terrifying aura it radiated truly suppressed Zhou Qingmei.

"I'll give you one last chance!"

He Pingsheng regarded Zhou Qingmei coolly: "Kneel down, surrender your Heavenly Dao slave seal, and become my servant from now on!"

"Under me, I can ensure your smooth Body Integration!"

If I had a Body Integration servant…

Just thinking about it thrilled him!

"Wait… let me think!" Zhou Qingmei, having just been flung back by the Ghost King's blow, knew she couldn't defeat He Pingsheng and began stalling.

"Fine!" He Pingsheng said: "Think carefully… I'll give you ten breaths!"

"After ten breaths—I kill you!"

Time passed slowly.

Soon, ten breaths were up.

"I agree!"

Thud—Zhou Qingmei knelt on the ground: "By the Heavenly Dao, from today onward, I, Zhou Qingmei…"

Boom…

Suddenly, a strange sound echoed through the thousand-zhang underground space.

The coffin lid in the center shot upward, and the coffin opened.

From within, a black shadow shot out with a whoosh, straight toward He Pingsheng.

Its speed was horrifying.

Boom…

He Pingsheng's will shifted instantly—he summoned the Ghost King.

The Ghost King appeared before him in an instant, blocking the black-robed figure's ambush with perfect precision.

The shadow revealed itself—a woman nearly identical in appearance to Zhou Qingmei.

The difference: Zhou Qingmei wore red; this woman wore black.

What terrified He Pingsheng more was that her cultivation level had already reached Void Refinement twelfth layer.

He normally couldn't perceive such a level—only now, through the Ghost King's power, could he see it.

Boom…

The two Void Refinement peak cultivators clashed, unleashing a torrent of energy that surged skyward.

The three outer defensive arrays shattered instantly; a black aura tore through the earth beneath, erupting upward.

"Damn…" the black-robed Zhou Qingmei snarled: "The aura leaked…"

"But… if I kill you, your Ghost King Talisman will vanish!"

"Enough stalling—your clone, kill him now!"

The black-robed woman fought the Ghost King while directing the red-robed Zhou Qingmei.

At this moment, He Pingsheng finally understood.

The black-robed woman was the corpse cultivator.

The red-robed Zhou Qingmei was merely a clone.

Once the red-robed clone reached Void Refinement twelfth layer, their Dao could merge, allowing them to break into Body Integration.

"Yes, Master!"

The red-robed Zhou Qingmei stepped forward, appearing before He Pingsheng.

A smile curled her lips: "Dragon Hibernation… I admit, I underestimated you!"

You're not an ant!

You're a giant ant!

"You even have a sixth-rank Ghost King Talisman… hehehe… but you never imagined we were two people!"

"She's the original; I'm the clone!"

"Now… what can you do to me?"

"I don't believe you have a second talisman!"

"Hehehe… once I kill you, your Ghost King Talisman will vanish instantly!"

He Pingsheng smiled at Zhou Qingmei: "So you're just a clone… you talk too much."

"So what?" Zhou Qingmei said: "You're going to die anyway!"

Then, her triumphant expression froze.

Because He Pingsheng pulled out another pitch-black talisman.

Identical!

Ghost King Talisman!

Supreme-quality Ghost King Talisman!

"Stop! Stop! We can negotiate!"

Seeing the second talisman, the black-robed original immediately shouted to halt.

Since she called a stop, He Pingsheng ordered the Ghost King to stand down.

He regarded the black-robed woman coolly: "You've been losing against my Ghost King."

"If I activate the second talisman, I can kill your clone in three breaths; then, with two Ghost Kings attacking you, how long do you think it'll take to kill you—half a stick of incense?"

The black talisman in He Pingsheng's right hand emitted a faint black glow.

He simply stared at the black-robed woman.

"Oh… I also have this…" He Pingsheng withdrew the substitute-dummy puppet nurtured within his body: "Even if you kill me, I won't die!"

"You… cannot kill me!"

"Once I leave, I'll immediately lead the Buddhist sect to raze your lair!"

Seeing the items in He Pingsheng's hands, Zhou Qingmei felt despair.

She didn't know why she was so unlucky—she'd brought along someone like this.

"Kneel down, surrender your Heavenly Dao slave seal… become my servant from now on!"

"I guarantee you a safe Body Integration!"

"And I guarantee that once I reach Body Integration, I'll grant you your freedom!"

"What do you say?"

He Pingsheng watched Zhou Qingmei closely, his fingers gripping the talisman, ready to activate it at any moment.

Zhou Qingmei asked: "On what basis do you guarantee you'll reach Body Integration?"

"What if you lose your wisdom before reaching Body Integration? Will I be bound to you for life?"