Chapter 665: Wang Dun, You Fucking Bastard

Xiu…

Xiu xiu xiu…

Although he had only refined the top twelve sealing arrays, He Pingsheng could now effortlessly control all eight poison daggers.

Eight Treasures Purple Cloud Daggers!

The eight poison daggers darted back and forth within a ten-thousand-zhang radius around He Pingsheng's body.

Invisible and traceless.

Cannot be seen with the naked eye.

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

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

They move extremely fast.

"Retreat…" He Pingsheng murmured softly.

The eight poison daggers flew back and lined up neatly before him in the empty air.

He Pingsheng absorbed the eight daggers into his body and stored them within his dantian, nurturing them with poison-based laws and his internal toxins.

Two days later, the Silver River Celestial Shuttle arrived at Dalundicheng.

He Pingsheng put away the imperial weapon and released Zhou Qingmei.

The two walked side by side to the city gate of Dalundicheng.

Dark, towering walls and a massive gate.

In a place like the imperial city, the walls had long lost all defensive function—they were merely symbolic.

Under the watchful eyes of Mahayana Emperor-level cultivators, what wall could possibly resist an attack from such a level?

At the city gate, cultivators of different identities guarded the entrance, while squads of golden-armored patrol soldiers flew throughout the city, immediately arresting anyone caught flying without permission.

Flying without authorization was forbidden within the imperial city.

However, entering the imperial city was easy—anyone could walk in.

Although soldiers guarded the gate, they merely stood watch and did not question any incoming person.

Walking through the towering gate, they entered Dalundicheng.

"The Peacock Clan has many subgroups, all immensely powerful, and among the demonic races, they're considered a noble lineage!" After entering the city, Zhou Qingmei began explaining to He Pingsheng: "Of the more than ninety imperial domains on the Heavenly Fire Continent, the Peacock Clan alone controls four!"

"They are: Dalun Imperial Domain, Jiucai Imperial Domain, Feitian Imperial Domain, and Qianlan Imperial Domain!"

"These four domains belong respectively to the Dalun Peacock, Jiucai Peacock, Feitian Peacock, and Qianlan Peacock branches!"

"Holy shit…" He Pingsheng couldn't help but draw a sharp breath at this news: he never imagined that ordinary peacocks held such a lofty status among demonic races!

He asked: "Are peacocks part of the Heavenly Tribes?"

"Mm," Zhou Qingmei nodded: "Yes, not only are they a Heavenly Tribe, but one of the top-ranked ones."

In the Spirit Realm, there is a saying of Four Divine Tribes and Nine Heavenly Tribes.

The Four Divine Tribes are: the Dragon Tribe, the Phoenix Tribe, the Qilin Tribe, and the Wu Tribe!

The Nine Heavenly Tribes are the second-tier races, just below the Divine Tribes.

Peacocks and Zhu Que both belong to the Heavenly Tribes.

"Holy shit… Xuantian Magic Treasure?"

"Don't push! Don't push! Don't push…"

"Damn it, just use your spiritual sense—why do you have to crowd over?"

While pondering the Heavenly Tribes and Divine Tribes, He Pingsheng was suddenly drawn by a noisy commotion.

He turned around instinctively and looked toward the city gate.

On one wall inside the gate hung something resembling an official notice posted by the city lord's mansion.

Below the notice, at least several hundred cultivators crowded together, jostling and pressing against each other to view the notice.

He Pingsheng felt puzzled and extended his spiritual sense to see what could possibly draw such interest.

Soon, he saw it.

But upon seeing the posted notice, He Pingsheng's entire body went cold.

Wanted notice!

"He Pingsheng, appearance unspecified, human cultivator, bone age approximately three hundred years, Nascent Soul realm, male."

"Anyone providing detailed information will be rewarded with one Xuantian Magic Treasure!"

"Issued by the Imperial Palace of Dalun Imperial Domain!"

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

She was now his servant, and he had revealed his true name to her.

So Zhou Qingmei knew her master was He Pingsheng.

"It has nothing to do with me," He Pingsheng racked his brain but couldn't recall ever offending the Dalun Imperial Palace; he shook his head: "It must be a coincidence—a human cultivator with the same name."

"Oh…"

Zhou Qingmei nodded.

The two continued walking deeper into the imperial city without lingering near the wanted notice.

Even so, He Pingsheng still couldn't make sense of it.

A human with the same name?

It was possible.

But damn it—he was male, Nascent Soul realm, and around three hundred years in bone age.

Isn't that describing me?

What made He Pingsheng want to spit blood was that the wanted notice wasn't just at the city gate.

Throughout Dalundicheng, every thousand zhang or so, the notice about him was prominently posted on conspicuous buildings.

And there were no other wanted notices—only his.

Spit blood!

Worse still, they didn't even state a reason.

"Let's go… take a look," He Pingsheng's face darkened as he pointed to a nearby spirit tea house.

The entrance of the spirit tea house also had the wanted notice posted.

Zhou Qingmei and He Pingsheng stepped into the spirit tea house together.

The shopkeeper rushed out himself, nearly kneeling to greet them.

He Pingsheng was merely Nascent Soul, but Zhou Qingmei's Body Integration realm was utterly shocking.

Not just shocking—terrifying.

"Your Majesty, please sit this way!"

At Body Integration, one could be addressed as Divine Emperor.

As for how the shopkeeper discerned Zhou Qingmei's realm, it was simple—his entrance had a special array designed to detect the cultivation level of visitors, to prevent any disrespect toward seniors.

"No need for such formality, no need to be so tense," Zhou Qingmei said to the shopkeeper: "I don't want anyone to know my cultivation level."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The shopkeeper bowed repeatedly and led Zhou Qingmei and He Pingsheng to a window-side table.

He Pingsheng's gaze swept the room—the spirit tea house was crowded.

In fact, spirit tea houses were places where cultivators exchanged information and gathered news; otherwise, ordinary cultivators wouldn't bother entering.

He Pingsheng ordered two cups of spirit tea.

He had barely taken a sip when he heard someone discussing the wanted notice.

"This is just a rumor, don't take it seriously… Apparently, He Pingsheng recently snuck into the Imperial Palace to steal something and accidentally wandered into the Empress's private chambers, where she slapped him and sent him flying!"

"But strangely, the brat escaped right under the Empress's nose!"

"So… hehehe…"

Hearing this, He Pingsheng sipped his tea slowly, then slammed his cup down on the table and roared: "Wang Dun, you fucking bastard… you fucking bastard!"