Chapter 668: Ting Tong Appears, the Kong Kong Beast

"Huh…"

He Pingsheng stood in the void, exhaling deeply.

Fortunately, he had an advantage in searching for Ting Tong.

Because he knew Ting Tong.

"I see…" He Pingsheng said: "Zhou Qingmei… listen to me, for the next while, patrol continuously through this million-li expanse of void!"

"If you spot anyone who finds that Tian Feng, notify me immediately!"

"Yes!" Zhou Qingmei nodded, then hesitated slightly: "Are you alright?"

He Pingsheng said: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Although there were cultivators here who had reached Void Refinement or even Body Integration, He Pingsheng wasn't worried—he still had a trump card.

Worst case, he'd activate the death-substitute puppet.

"Alright…" Zhou Qingmei departed, then flew into the void, beginning her patrol across this realm.

She didn't search for Ting Tong—she merely circled this stretch of void.

Her sole task: monitor whether anyone else found Little Feng.

He Pingsheng, meanwhile, flew to the edge of Fang Mountain and activated his own method of search.

"Ting Tong… if you hear my voice, come toward me!"

His voice was infused with vast magic power and the force of cosmic laws, carrying for thousands of li.

It also carried a trace of his own aura.

So if Ting Tong heard, she would recognize it.

After shouting a few times in this area and seeing no response, he moved to another location and shouted again.

He believed that, with so many searching, if Ting Tong was hiding within this mountain range, she wouldn't dare move freely.

She must have found a hiding spot.

As long as she stayed still, his systematic search method would work.

It was just a matter of time!

"Ting Tong… can you hear my voice?"

"Ting Tong…"

"Ting Tong…"

He Pingsheng rode the Eight Treasures Boat, sweeping across Fang Mountain.

Conducting a systematic search.

This method was effective and efficient, but still painfully slow overall.

After two full days, he had only covered half the area.

But it didn't matter—Zhou Qingmei hadn't found anyone taking Ting Tong away.

That was good news.

After another half-day of searching, He Pingsheng finally heard Ting Tong's reply.

The little creature was clever—she didn't respond directly to He Pingsheng, but shouted loudly: "Is it Wang Dun… Wang Dun, where are you?"

Hearing this, He Pingsheng instantly understood.

Wang Dun? Hehehe… this little thing recognized me.

But why call me Wang Dun?

Whoosh…

He Pingsheng became a streak of light, shooting toward the source of Ting Tong's voice.

In truth, clever minds weren't unique to He Pingsheng.

In the instant He Pingsheng flew off, another streak of light also shot toward the spot where Ting Tong's voice came from.

As he flew, He Pingsheng fixed his gaze on that streak, flicked his hand—and the Hongmeng Purple Gold Club landed in his grip.

The opponent was a demonic beast, Void Refinement seventh layer.

He Pingsheng recognized its cultivation level and its true form—but didn't recognize its origin.

Recognized it. Didn't know it.

Boom…

He Pingsheng unleashed an unparalleled force.

The Divine Skill: Three Thousand Thundering Law unfolded.

His speed instantly doubled.

"Ting Tong… I'm coming…"

"Fly toward me—hurry…"

He Pingsheng shouted as he flew rapidly.

Amidst ten thousand mountains, deep gorges rushed beneath him.

At one moment, from a valley veiled in thick mist, a crimson flame erupted—transforming into a massive phoenix, flying straight toward He Pingsheng.

As the phoenix soared into the void, the entire sky ignited with firelight.

Countless beings turned their gazes from all directions.

Ting Tong, Little Feng, landed beside He Pingsheng.

After several rounds of transformation, she was no longer the fluffy little ball of her youth—she had fully become a flying phoenix.

And due to her overwhelming bloodline, she had failed to take human form.

He Pingsheng saw that her body was covered in wounds.

"Scarred all over" was the only way to describe it—his heart clenched at the sight.

"Ting Tong… you've suffered!"

He could imagine: with her extraordinary talent and inability to transform, wherever she went, she was hunted relentlessly—how much effort had she poured into escaping? What dangers had she faced?

"Wu wu wu…" The moment she saw He Pingsheng, Ting Tong burst into tears: "He Pingsheng… they all bullied me… wu wu wu wu…"

He Pingsheng's eyes narrowed slightly: "Don't be afraid… enter my magic treasure space—don't resist!"

Hummm… hummm… hummm…

He Pingsheng grabbed Ting Tong and directly sent her into the Hongmeng Purple Gold Club's treasure space.

At that moment, the Void Refinement seventh-layer demonic beast—whose identity remained unknown—finally landed before He Pingsheng.

The beast said nothing, made no other move—once it stood before He Pingsheng, it launched an immediate attack.

It revealed its true form: a fat, short-winged demonic beast that blew out a powerful gust of wind from its mouth.

He Pingsheng had never encountered such a beast before—he was supremely cautious, and instantly activated the blood-red turtle shell.

Maximum defense.

A blue-green divine turtle phantom emerged, enveloping He Pingsheng.

But in the next instant, the piercing divine wind tore through his defense completely.

"Open!"

He Pingsheng roared, swinging the Hongmeng Purple Gold Club forward.

Heaven's Mechanism Thirteen Strokes!

A divine skill unleashed.

Defense through offense.

Even with his strongest defense and strongest attack combined, he failed to disperse the whirlwind.

The remaining twenty percent of the whirlwind's force snatched him up and hurled him ten thousand zhang away with a crash.

Puh…

He Pingsheng spat blood as he lay in the void: "Damn it…"

Void Refinement is truly bullshit.

Those trash Void Refinement cultivators were weak—like Bing Yi, the deer clan he'd met before, the scorpion in the desert.

But the strong ones? Unbelievably terrifying.

Like this fat beast before him, and the avatar of Mingyue Buddha Master.

Fortunately, Zhou Qingmei arrived just then.

She stepped between He Pingsheng and the beast, halting its attack.

After all, Zhou Qingmei was a Body Integration powerhouse.

"Old senior, best step aside—don't block my path!" The short-winged fat beast glared at Zhou Qingmei: "Today, I claim this Tian Feng—no one can stop me, or… they'll die!"

The beast's eyes gleamed with malice.

Zhou Qingmei's brows furrowed slightly: "So you're a Kong Kong Beast?"

"Are you… a descendant of the Kong Kong Demon Emperor?"