Chapter 689: Slash, the Tongtian Magic Treasure

Whoosh!

He Pingsheng instantly teleported to the front of West Lake True Person.

He needed to ensure that during the upcoming fight, these four would not panic and ambush West Lake.

If not for the Nine Heaven Mystic Fire occupying the treasure space, absorbing West Lake True Person into the treasure space would have been a decent option.

"After more than a hundred years, I never expected you, Brother He, to have grown to such heights?" West Lake stared at He Pingsheng, startled, her heart trembling violently.

She remembered that one hundred and sixty years ago, when He Pingsheng first appeared before her, he was merely a Foundation Establishment disciple.

Of course, she knew he had concealed his cultivation before.

Even so, his true cultivation had only been Nascent Soul.

Now, he could even hold his own against a Void Refinement cultivator!

"Don't just talk about me!" He Pingsheng smiled. "You're not bad either… haven't you also reached Nascent Soul?"

"Don't think too much anymore. First, settle down here with me, raise your cultivation, then I'll accompany you back to Mount Doumi to find the Li family disciples!"

"Mm-hmm…" West Lake True Person nodded seriously at He Pingsheng.

On the other side, Zhou Qingmei unleashed a one-sided massacre.

Her magic power and sword intent surged forth, forming a blue lotus.

On the lotus, countless sword qi condensed into sword spirit shadows, slashing outward; within a few breaths, she had slain three of the four.

Only the white-haired one dodged and hid, barely enduring Zhou Qingmei's attack.

"You're He Pingsheng, right…? You insist on wiping us out completely?"

"Good, good, good…"

"From this day forward, my four siblings and you are locked in mortal enmity!"

Pfft…

No sooner had he spoken than a splash of blood bloomed in the void.

A long sword spirit shadow pierced his body, instantly rupturing his dantian and meridians.

The white-haired one was dead beyond any doubt.

Boom…

With the white-haired one's death, his true form revealed itself—a white 【Spirit Sheep】.

In his true form, his body stretched a hundred zhang long.

As for the other three, none were human.

A red giant bird, two blue beast-like creatures resembling the legendary Qilin.

"Not from the Qilin clan, right?" He Pingsheng stared at the two massive divine beast corpses on the ground.

"No!" Zhou Qingmei retracted her technique and shook her head Dandan ly. "I've seen these before. Though they carry a trace of Qilin blood, they're a bovine species—descendants of Qilin and ox. Their Qilin bloodline is just extremely diluted."

Hearing this, He Pingsheng immediately understood.

Just like the Dragon-Jiao prince he'd once encountered, who claimed to be of the Dragon clan.

In truth, he was merely a hybrid: an Ye dragon, countless of years ago, had violated a Jiao clan's Tianjiao, producing the Dragon-Jiao hybrid, which then continued interbreeding with Tianjiao, eventually forming the Dragon-Jiao clan with faint dragon blood.

These Linniu below were likely the same case.

Though their bloodline was lowly, their cultivation was high—already at sixth-rank Void Refinement—so every part of these beasts was valuable.

"Collect!"

He Pingsheng didn't hesitate, directly storing the beast corpses in his ring.

Then he gathered several other rings belonging to these beasts.

"Let's go!" He Pingsheng glanced at the ruined forest below. "Though I slew the White Tiger Prince, that was only his true body. He's a Void Refinement third-layer cultivator—most likely has a body split."

"Right now, a White Tiger clan elder may already be coming!"

"We'd better leave quickly!"

Saying this, He Pingsheng immediately summoned the Silver River Sky Shuttle, carrying West Lake True Person and Zhou Qingmei toward the True Fire Immortal Sect.

Zhou Qingmei piloted the flying vessel toward the True Fire Immortal Sect, while He Pingsheng sat cross-legged on the deck, pulling out a ring.

He began inventorying the spoils.

This ring belonged to the White Tiger Prince.

Hehehe… a prince, surely rich?

With eager anticipation, He Pingsheng wiped away the ring's spiritual sense and swept his own spiritual sense inside.

The contents within were instantly revealed to him.

No low-grade spirit stones!

But there were some mid- and high-grade ones.

Plus various materials, jade slips, magic treasures, and more!

How to put it?

Plenty of items, but hardly befitting the title "White Tiger Prince."

He Pingsheng's mind shifted, and a flying sword appeared in his hand.

"This one's decent—but it's broken," said West Lake True Person, watching He Pingsheng pull out the sword.

He Pingsheng ignored her, sweeping his spiritual sense over the sword.

Indeed, it was broken.

It was a damaged immortal sword, its tip missing.

One edge had several notches, and fine cracks, like a spiderweb, covered the blade's body.

But what delighted He Pingsheng was that this was a Tongtian Magic Treasure.

A low-grade Tongtian Magic Treasure, with twenty-five sealing layers.

Unfortunately, many of those twenty-five sealing layers were shattered.

Toss it into the Treasure Basin and strengthen it!

"Qingmei!" With West Lake True Person present, He Pingsheng didn't wish to continue sorting more spoils. He stood and walked beside Zhou Qingmei, leaning on the rail. "I've never asked you—what's your spiritual root?"

Before Body Integration, Zhou Qingmei was a Corpse Imp; every time she used her arts, she channeled ghostly laws, unrelated to any of the Five Elements.

After Body Integration, when she fought, she became nothing but a mass of blue lotus sword intent.

He Pingsheng still couldn't deduce her spiritual root from her techniques.

Now he decided not to guess—he'd ask directly.

Zhou Qingmei said: "My spiritual root is Ice, and it's a pure Ice root."

"Perfect!" He Pingsheng smiled.

Qiao Huizhu also had an Ice root.

Previously, for Qiao Huizhu, He Pingsheng had strengthened many Ice-affinity techniques and spells.

Now he could directly give them to Zhou Qingmei.

He pulled out two jade slips—one recording the technique 【Heavenly Ice Sword Slash】, the other 【Ten Thousand Ice Merged to Dust】.

"Take these two techniques and cultivate them."

Zhou Qingmei glanced at the techniques and immediately rejoiced: "Thank you, Master! With these two techniques mastered, my combat power will increase by at least double!"

An hour later, the Silver River Sky Shuttle arrived at the True Fire Immortal Sect's mountain gate.

As soon as they reached the gate, He Pingsheng sensed a faint, elusive fire-element spiritual energy.

"Elder…" The gatekeeper approached He Pingsheng, bowing. "May I ask, Elder, which Elder you seek at the True Fire Immortal Sect?"

He Pingsheng smiled and pulled out a jade slip. "I wish to meet your Grand Elder. Deliver this jade slip to him."

"If he sees the slip, he'll come himself."

"Er…?" The gatekeeper took the slip reluctantly. "May I ask your cultivation level?"

He Pingsheng remained unmoved, speaking Dandan ly: "Body Integration."