Chapter 707: Heartache

"The Dalundiyu?"

Kongkong Yao Di looked at Wang Dun and immediately frowned: "Beaten to the point of losing all his teeth? His cultivation must be Void Refinement, right?"

"No!" Wang Dun wore a look of pride: "Think bigger!"

"Hmph..." Kongkong Yao Di let out a cold snort: "I get it—you're talking about that old woman, Lan Yu, the Peacock King of Dalundiyu, known as the Most Beautiful Woman Under Heaven, the Blue Feather Emperor?"

"Exactly!" Wang Dun said: "If you're curious, go ask around—did I ever fight her?"

"You speak with insolence! Do you take me for a three-year-old?"

"Blue Feather Emperor's combat power is supreme; even among all Mahayana Emperor realms across the entire Tianhuo Continent, she ranks among the top five!"

"How dare you, a mere Void Refinement cultivator, speak so boastfully?"

"Exactly!" The Body Integration cultivator seized the chance to interject: "If you were truly that powerful, how could you have been captured by us, mere Body Integration cultivators?"

"Hehehe..." Wang Dun turned his gaze to the Body Integration cultivator and said: "You know nothing. I couldn't possibly fight Blue Feather Emperor—but I have a treasure!"

The Body Integration cultivator asked: "What treasure?"

Wang Dun smiled mysteriously: "Fifty-fifty..."

"What the hell?" Kongkong Yao Di's mouth hung open—he didn't understand, not at all.

Wang Dun said: "Fifty-fifty... it's a treasure!"

"But right now, I don't have it on me—I can't use it. Otherwise, I'd beat you into calling me Father. You believe me?"

Wang Dun turned his gaze back to Kongkong Yao Di: "Sometimes, telling the truth just isn't believed."

"Enough!" Kongkong Yao Di said: "Don't try to deceive me. Even if you had a heavenly treasure, you wouldn't tell me about it."

"Speak now—what are your last words?"

Wang Dun's brow twitched: "What? You're going to kill me?"

"Yes," Kongkong Yao Di said coolly: "The world doesn't need so many geniuses—especially human geniuses!"

"The rise of the human race is a plague to all ten thousand tribes of the Spirit Realm!"

"Today, I shall send you to hell!"

"By the way, don't even think about your soul split."

"After I kill you, I'll follow your primordial spirit, instantly open a void passage, and exterminate your split soul too!"

"Enough. Speak your last words."

Wang Dun took a deep breath: "Uh... you really are going to kill me?"

"Mm." The Yao Di nodded.

Wang Dun asked: "Can you spare my life? I'll give you many treasures!"

"No."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Seeing Kongkong Yao Di about to strike, Wang Dun hurriedly said: "I have last words!"

"I have last words, I have last words—let me say them before you kill me!"

"Very well... speak," Kongkong Yao Di slowly raised his hand, about to strike down Wang Dun.

Wang Dun clenched his teeth, shut his eyes, his body trembling, and said: "My last words are... fuck your mother..."

Boom...

Though Kongkong Yao Di didn't understand, he knew it wasn't a compliment—he didn't hesitate, and slammed his palm down.

The next instant, Wang Dun vanished completely.

One breath.

Two breaths.

"Wrong!" Kongkong Yao Di suddenly looked up—saw a shattered purple puppet falling from the void: "Damn... he's not dead!"

"It's a death substitute puppet!"

"Ruined!"

Tianpeng Diyu!

Tianhuo Divine Nation!

Divine Emperor's Palace!

Tired and weary, Divine Emperor Tian Jinpeng, after spending over ten days, finally returned to his own vassal state from the Zhu Que Diyu.

Correct!

Even a mighty Divine Emperor like Tian Jinpeng needed over ten days to cross these Diyu regions.

Huh...

As soon as he returned to his cultivation hall, Tian Jinpeng collapsed onto his cushion with a thud and exhaled a long, deep breath of stale qi.

He had originally come to kill He Pingsheng.

But instead of killing him, he discovered the boy's even more terrifying talent and combat power.

At this moment, Tian Jinpeng was nearly certain: once He Pingsheng matured, he himself would be finished.

Not just him—his entire Tian family would face boundless disaster.

"Your Majesty," an old servant approached Tian Jinpeng and bowed: "Princess Yao is here to see you."

"Oh," Tian Jinpeng nodded: "Let her in."

A few breaths later, Princess Tian Yao strolled slowly into the palace.

She wore a pale moon-white Dao robe.

Tall, slender, with a beautiful face.

Crucially, her cultivation had already reached Void Refinement!

This rate of advancement was even more astonishing than He Pingsheng's or Wang Dun's.

Of course, Tian Yao was favored and protected by her father because of her extraordinary talent.

Few knew she possessed the Seven-Nine Destiny.

Though not as great as Crown Prince Tianyu, she was already among the pinnacle of the human race—Tian Jinpeng had never seen a human with greater talent than his daughter.

Tian Yao's rapid advancement came partly from her exceptional talent, and partly because her father possessed countless treasures.

He had spared no celestial herbs and rare minerals for her breakthroughs.

As for the Dao origins needed for enlightenment, he had prepared vast quantities.

All had been readied for his daughter long ago.

This daughter was seen by the Divine Emperor as the future of the entire Tian family—and even the future of the entire human race.

How could he not protect her?

"Yao Yao, you're here..." Seeing his daughter, Tian Jinpeng's face softened with doting affection: "Sit down... how's your soul split cultivation going?"

Tian Yao replied: "Father, it's completed."

"Good!" Tian Jinpeng exhaled in relief: "With a soul split, you'll be immortal. Hehehe..."

"For the next eighty years, you must train diligently!"

"Because the Stone Platform Gathering is nearly here!"

"Father," Tian Yao bit her lip and asked: "What... what about He Pingsheng?"

"Is he dead?"

In Tian Yao's eyes flickered a glimmer of hope: Father himself stepping in—surely he won't let me down?

But Tian Jinpeng shook his head: "No... and now, like you, he's broken through to Void Refinement."

"What?" Tian Yao's body trembled: "How is that possible?"

"He's a lone cultivator—how could he advance so fast?"

Tian Jinpeng didn't answer his daughter's question, but said: "He possesses a death substitute puppet—and has already cultivated five soul splits!"

"He also has an extremely troublesome divine technique—I can't kill him!"

"He's simply... too troublesome!"

"Then... what do we do?" Tian Yao panicked.

He Pingsheng was her heartache.

She had once thought he was nothing—sure to die eventually.

But after her aunt Bing Yi's true body was slain, Tian Yao realized He Pingsheng was truly monstrous.

Later, the four assassins her father sent were all killed by He Pingsheng—she grew even more fearful.

Yet now, even after her father personally intervened, He Pingsheng still lived?

At this moment, He Pingsheng had become Tian Yao's heartache.