Chapter 665: Wang Dun, You Bastard

Whoosh...

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Although only twelve layers of restrictions were refined, He Pingsheng was already able to easily control these eight poisonous stingers.

Eight Treasure Purple Cloud Stinger!

The eight poisonous stingers shuttled back and forth within a ten-thousand-zhang range around He Pingsheng's body.

Formless and traceless.

Invisible to the naked eye.

Of course, if one's spiritual sense is weak, one cannot perceive them either.

Even if perceived with spiritual sense, one cannot defend against them.

The speed is very fast.

"Retract..." He Pingsheng said lightly.

The eight poisonous stingers flew back in front of him, lining up neatly in the void in front of him.

He Pingsheng took the eight poisonous stingers into his body, placed them in his dantian, and nourished them with poison-attribute rules and the deadly poison in his body.

Two days later, the Silver Han Heavenly Shuttle arrived at the Dalundicheng.

He Pingsheng put away the Imperial Weapon and let Zhou Qingmei out again.

The two of them came side by side to the city gate of the Dalundicheng.

Pitch-black city walls and a tall city gate.

In a place like an Imperial City, the city walls have completely lost any defensive function; they are just a symbol.

Here, under the eyes of Mahayana Tianpeng Diyu experts, what kind of city wall can defend against attacks from cultivators of this level?

At the city gate, there are soldiers of different identities guarding it, and teams of patrol soldiers wearing golden armor fly everywhere in the city. If they see anyone daring to fly privately, they arrest them directly.

In the Imperial City, private flying is prohibited.

However, entering the Imperial City is quite casual; anyone can walk into it.

Although there are soldiers guarding the city gate, these people are only responsible for guarding the gate and do not question anyone who comes.

Walking into the tall and majestic city gate, they arrived at the Dalundicheng.

"The Kong Que race has many classifications and they are all incredibly powerful. They are considered a noble race among the entire demon race!" After walking into the Imperial City, Zhou Qingmei introduced it to He Pingsheng: "On the current Heavenly Fire Continent, among the ninety-plus Imperial Domains, the Imperial Domains occupied by the Kong Que race alone number four!"

"They are: Dalun Tianpeng Diyu, Nine-Colored Tianpeng Diyu, Flying Heavenly Tianpeng Diyu, and the Ganlan Tianpeng Diyu!"

"These four Imperial Domains belong to the Dalun Kong Que, Nine-Colored Kong Que, Flying Heavenly Kong Que, and Ganlan Kong Que among the Kong Que race respectively!"

"So powerful?" He Pingsheng couldn't help but gasp after hearing this news: Who would have thought that the ordinary-looking peacock would have such a lofty status among the demon race?

He asked again: "Do peacocks belong to the Heavenly race?"

"Hmm!" Zhou Qingmei nodded: "Yes, not only are they a Heavenly race, but they are also among the top existences in the Heavenly race!"

In the Spirit Realm, there is a saying about the Four Great Divine Races and the Nine Great Heavenly Races.

The Four Great Divine Races refer to: Dragon race, Phoenix race, Qilin race, and Witch race!

And the Nine Great Heavenly Races are those ranked in the second tier, second only to the Divine Races.

For example, peacocks and vermilion birds all belong to the Heavenly race.

"Holy crap... a Profound Heaven Spirit Treasure?"

"Don't push, don't push, don't push..."

"Damn it, can't you just use your spiritual sense to look? Why do you have to squeeze over?"

He Pingsheng, who was pondering the Heavenly Races and Divine Races, was suddenly attracted by a burst of noisy sounds.

He couldn't help but turn around and look toward the city gate.

On the wall on one side inside the city gate, something was hanging, similar to a notice posted by the City Lord's Mansion.

And under this notice, at least several hundred cultivators were crowded together, pushing and shoving each other to watch the notice.

He Pingsheng was a bit strange, so he stretched his spiritual sense over, wanting to see what this was that could attract the interest of so many people.

Soon, he saw it.

But after seeing what was posted, He Pingsheng felt terrible.

A wanted poster!

"He Pingsheng, appearance unknown, human cultivator, bone age about three hundred years old, Soul Transformation Stage cultivation, male.

If anyone can provide detailed clues, reward one Profound Heaven Spirit Treasure!

Wanted by the Dalun Tianpeng Diyu Imperial Palace!"

"Young Master, this..." Zhou Qingmei also saw the wanted poster, and she stared at He Pingsheng in surprise.

She is now He Pingsheng's servant, so naturally, He Pingsheng told her his real name.

So Zhou Qingmei knew that her master was He Pingsheng.

"It shouldn't have anything to do with me!" He Pingsheng thought and thought, but couldn't think of when he had offended this Dalun Imperial Palace, so he shook his head: "It should be a coincidence, a human cultivator with the same name and surname!"

"Oh..."

Zhou Qingmei nodded.

The two of them continued to walk inside the Imperial City and did not stop by the wanted poster.

Although this was the case, He Pingsheng still couldn't figure it out.

A human with the same name and surname?

It is indeed possible.

But damn it, still a male, still Soul Transformation Stage cultivation, still a bone age of three hundred-plus years.

Isn't this just talking about me?

What made He Pingsheng vomit blood was that it wasn't just the city gate that had the wanted poster.

In this Dalundicheng, almost every thousand zhang, there would be a wanted poster of him, He Pingsheng, posted on prominent buildings.

And there were no wanted posters for anyone else, just him alone.

Vomiting blood!

The key is that they didn't even say the reason.

"Go... let's go in and take a look!" He Pingsheng said with a dark face, pointing to a spirit tea house nearby.

At the entrance of this spirit tea house, there was also a wanted poster notice posted.

Zhou Qingmei and He Pingsheng walked into the spirit tea house at the same time.

The shopkeeper of the spirit tea house ran out personally, almost kneeling on the ground to welcome them.

He Pingsheng was fine, just a Soul Transformation, but Zhou Qingmei's Body Integration Stage was too shocking.

Not shocking, it was simply terrifying.

"Her Majesty the Empress, please sit here!"

Upon reaching the Body Integration Stage, one can be called a Divine Emperor.

As for how the shopkeeper saw through Zhou Qingmei's cultivation, it was very simple: there was an array at his door, specifically for detecting the cultivation of incoming cultivators, just to prevent any neglect of seniors.

"No need to be polite, and no need to be so nervous!" Zhou Qingmei looked at the shopkeeper: "I don't want others to know my cultivation!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The shopkeeper nodded and bowed, and invited Zhou Qingmei and the other to sit at a table by the window.

He Pingsheng's gaze swept over; there were quite a few people in this spirit tea house.

Actually, a place like a spirit tea house is a place for cultivators to exchange information and inquire about things. If not for this, ordinary cultivators wouldn't enter this tea house.

He Pingsheng ordered two cups of spirit tea.

Just after taking a sip, he heard someone talking about the wanted poster.

"This is just hearsay, don't take it as truth... It is said that this He Pingsheng secretly ran into the Imperial Palace some time ago to steal things, accidentally broke into the Empress's boudoir, and was then slapped away by the Empress!"

"But strangely, this kid ran away right under the Empress's nose!"

"So... hehehehe..."

Hearing what the person next to him said, He Pingsheng took a few sips of water, then slammed the cup onto the table and cursed loudly: "Wang Dun... I'll fuck your grandfather... your grandfather..." ===== CHAPTER 666 =====