Chapter 739: Zhao Xiangdu

Just as everyone expected the world's most beautiful woman to raise her head and slap Wang Dun into pulp, the Dalun Mingwang smiled and said, "Heh… it really is you!"

"I knew something was off when I first found He Pingsheng!"

"Hmm… now this smell feels right, doesn't it?"

"Tell me!"

"What exactly happened?"

The Dalun Mingwang clenched her silver teeth, first glancing at Wang Dun.

After realizing she couldn't do anything to Wang Dun, her gaze turned to He Pingsheng: "Did you trick me, boy?"

He Pingsheng took a deep breath and said, "I didn't deceive you, my lady. Think back—when we first met outside the Zhuque Imperial City, I flatly denied it!"

"Yet you insisted Wang Shixiong was me!"

"I was afraid you'd kill me in a fit of anger, so… so I gritted my teeth and swallowed my pride and admitted it!"

"Heh…" The Dalun Mingwang was furious: "So now you're the one wronged?"

Yet upon carefully recalling the scene, the Dalun Mingwang had to admit it was true.

He denied it outright, even produced Wang Dun's portrait, yet she refused to believe him—she was certain Wang Dun was He Pingsheng.

"Then how do you explain the name?" The Dalun Mingwang fixed He Pingsheng with a stare: "So you're the real He Pingsheng?"

"Yes!" He Pingsheng answered honestly: "I am the real He Pingsheng, but Wang Dun stole my name back then. You couldn't find me, and I couldn't control that rascal!"

"Hehehe… hehehe…" When the Dalun Mingwang turned to Wang Dun, he grinned with overbearing warmth, revealing unnaturally white teeth, and said, "Well… I just thought it was funny… Old woman, this is trivial, not the point… You wouldn't get angry over this, right?"

"Fine!" The Dalun Mingwang said, "I won't get angry—I can't do anything to you anyway."

"Alright… then I'll kill this…"

As she spoke, the Dalun Mingwang's gaze shifted to He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng shuddered in terror.

"No!" Zhou Qingmei slammed her fist on the table and rose: "If you want to kill the Young Master, you'll have to go through me first!"

"Zhou Qingmei!" The Dalun Mingwang said, "I know you're loyal, but it won't help."

Just as the Dalun Mingwang was about to strike, He Pingsheng slowly pulled a talisman from his sleeve: Wu Wu Kai.

Her hand froze mid-motion.

She already had one Wu Wu Kai planted on Wang Dun—she didn't want another one on He Pingsheng.

Otherwise, if one of them died, she'd be finished.

Of course, that was her own assumption.

"Very well!" The Dalun Mingwang glanced at the talisman in He Pingsheng's hand, smiled, and said, "I've reconsidered—this isn't your fault."

"It's Wang Dun's doing!"

"Enough… no more business. May you both pass the trials and ascend the Stone Platform Stairway successfully!"

The Dalun Mingwang's demeanor turned unusually pleasant; she shifted her body and returned to her jade lotus throne.

Behind the Dalun Mingwang, a pair of venomous eyes fixed on He Pingsheng and Wang Dun.

The man was none other than the father of the Kongkong Crown Prince—the Kongkong Demon Emperor.

Earlier, the Kongkong Crown Prince had been expelled from this gathering due to his feud with Wang Dun.

But for the Kongkong Demon Emperor, it didn't matter.

After all, this gathering wasn't a competition.

Yet now, seeing Wang Dun, He Pingsheng, and the Dalun Mingwang together, he understood at once.

Impersonation!

Wang Dun impersonated He Pingsheng, was hunted by the Dalun Mingwang, and now these two brats had somehow gained leverage over her—how brazen!

Clearly, He Pingsheng's earlier impersonation of Wang Dun followed the exact same pattern.

Damn it!

You'll pay!

When this is over, neither of you will live!

The Kongkong Demon Emperor closed his eyes—he couldn't act now.

The Kongkong Crown Prince had already argued with Wang Dun here once; the Kongkong clan had no moral ground.

Clearly, the hatred stemmed from his son's stupidity.

If he killed Wang Dun and He Pingsheng now, he'd give others grounds to condemn him.

So he couldn't move yet.

Hehehe… wait. Let you two live until the Stone Platform Gathering ends. After this event, you'll both die.

I don't care if you're human geniuses!

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have a question!" The human Emperor, the Undying Emperor Zhao Xiangdu, suddenly bowed to the surrounding crowd.

The Jin Gang Demon Emperor smiled and said, "Go ahead, Brother Zhao."

Zhao Xiangdu was not the only Mahayana Emperor among humans, but he was the only one among them to hold the title of Domain Lord.

He was called a joke among humans.

A joke among Emperors.

Yet no matter what, Zhao Xiangdu was still a servant of the ancient ancestor of the Tianfeng Clan.

Even if others despised him in their hearts, everyone still owed him a modicum of respect.

Come on!

Even when you beat a dog, you look at its master!

Thus, under normal circumstances, Zhao Xiangdu always received surface respect wherever he went.

Some Demon Emperors even respectfully addressed him as "Brother Zhao."

Like the Jin Gang Demon Emperor just now.

Hummm… hummm…

Zhao Xiangdu's figure landed directly before He Pingsheng, Wang Dun, and Zhou Qingmei.

His gaze locked onto Zhou Qingmei: "You're still alive?"

Zhao Xiangdu could now confirm this woman was indeed Zhou Qingmei—after all, the Dalun Mingwang had just called her name.

She looked identical!

Her name was exactly the same.

This couldn't be reincarnation, nor mere coincidence.

There was only one explanation: this woman had never died.

"Hehehe…" Zhou Qingmei's eyes burned red as she laughed loudly: "Zhao Xiangdu, I'm alive—so what?"

"Surprised to see me?"

"Or are you uneasy now?"

"What unease could I possibly have?" Zhao Xiangdu swept his sleeve and said, "Stop being childish. I'll explain everything about that affair."

"Now, come with me!"

"No!" Zhou Qingmei shook her head: "I can't go with you now."

"Why?" Zhao Xiangdu asked. "I can give you an answer you'll accept."

Zhou Qingmei pointed to He Pingsheng beside her: "If you want to take me away, regardless of whether I agree, you must first ask our Young Master."

"Young Master?" Zhao Xiangdu turned his gaze to He Pingsheng: "I'd like to know—what do you mean by 'Young Master'?"

Facing Zhao Xiangdu, He Pingsheng showed no fear—and no respect either. He merely smiled faintly, seated calmly in his chair, and replied without moving: "'Young Master' means anything is possible."

"You may interpret it as: I am her master."