Chapter 88: One Against Four

Thud…

Thud-thud-thud…

The paper crane landed, and four people jumped down from the three paper cranes.

Linglong!

Luoyu!

These two were familiar to He Pingsheng.

The other two were male disciples he didn’t know.

He Pingsheng didn’t hold back—he unleashed his spiritual sense, sweeping it over the four of them.

Linglong: Qi Refining Stage Eleven.

He Pingsheng frowned: This woman’s talent must be good—when she came to my door asking for pills, she was at Stage Ten; now she’s already Stage Eleven.

Luoyu: Stage Twelve!

Hiss… hiss… hiss…

This one is even stronger than Linglong.

As for the remaining two men, one was at Stage Eleven, the other at Stage Ten.

He Pingsheng felt unprecedented pressure.

But he wasn’t afraid.

Because He Pingsheng not only had five dantians, but also Tiger-Striped Golden Bee Paste.

With this, no matter how hard he fought, his dantians could never run dry.

He could simply outlast them.

Besides that, he had many defensive techniques.

With a barrage of methods, the four across from him were no longer terrifying.

“You lowly menial!” Linglong spat the moment she saw He Pingsheng. “The worst mistake I ever made was not killing you and Hao Yun together!”

He Pingsheng’s pupils narrowed slightly.

So this little bitch Linglong recognized him?

Definitely.

“Hmph…” Linglong continued. “He Pingsheng, you’re just as lowly as your dead parents!”

“A mere outer sect menial—never thought you’d leap from a carp to a dragon, now becoming a true disciple of Xiuzhu Peak! Master Yuning really went blind taking you in!”

He Pingsheng’s pupils narrowed again!

It seems this woman knows everything.

“Foolish mongrel!” Linglong stared at He Pingsheng. “You don’t think we’ve been blind all this time, unaware of your origins?”

“You’re too naive!”

“Your damned father was He Sanjie—he came to our Xiuzhu Peak years ago to work, and was swallowed by my grandfather’s Golden Giant Python!”

“Hahahaha…”

“Never thought your father died in our Hongde Courtyard!”

“My grandfather was kind—he gave your mother ten spirit stones, hoping she’d give up and leave!”

“But this little bitch ran to Hongde Courtyard and made a scene!”

“Guess what happened?”

Linglong stared at He Pingsheng, watching his rage grow, and grinned triumphantly: “I cut her down myself—and fed her to my grandfather’s Golden Giant Python!”

“Hahahaha…”

“So satisfying!”

“So incredibly satisfying!”

“Never thought all three of you would die by my hand!”

“Oh… no no no…”

“Not just your family of three—your friend Hao Yun was killed by me too!”

“Hahahaha…”

“He Pingsheng… you really want to kill me, don’t you?”

He Pingsheng couldn’t control his emotions—his heart surged uncontrollably.

His hands trembled; his spiritual energy rippled violently.

But!

Only three breaths later, He Pingsheng suddenly calmed down.

Now, at this life-or-death moment, was the perfect chance to avenge his parents.

He couldn’t let anger ruin everything.

He must remain calm at all times.

In that instant, He Pingsheng actually mastered his emotions.

Of course, under normal circumstances, he could never have calmed so quickly—it was thanks to his cultivation of the [Mystic Gate Stillness True Scripture].

“It doesn’t matter!”

He Pingsheng turned, facing Linglong directly.

He waved his hand, and a flying sword extended three feet before him.

The three-foot sword glowed bright and sharp, its blade overflowing with wood-element spiritual energy: “No matter what you’ve done before, today, you will die!”

“Heh!” Linglong laughed. “He Pingsheng, I admit you’ve got some skill!”

“Killing Yang Xu proves you’re not ordinary!”

“But that’s all!”

“Maybe I alone can’t touch you—but I don’t believe all four of us here can’t kill you today!”

Swish…

Linglong waved her hand, extending her own flying sword.

Luoyu extended her flying sword.

The Stage Eleven male disciple extended his flying sword.

The Stage Ten male disciple was unusual—he pulled out a small stick, infused it with magic power, and it stretched into a black iron rod over a zhang long.

No one knew what kind of magic treasure it was.

But it bore three seals—upper-grade quality.

“He Brother, there’s no need for this!” said Luoyu, the woman in the pale white robe with striking features. “Your status is different now—you’re a disciple of Xiuzhu Peak!”

“We really don’t want to kill you!”

“Admit your fault—quarrels are better resolved than prolonged!”

“If you swear never to seek vengeance for your parents, we might spare you!”

“Then let us bind you and hand you over to the sect for judgment—how about that?”

“After all, you killed Yang Xu!”

“That’s a crime of fratricide!”

He Pingsheng smiled.

He didn’t know whether this Luoyu was stupid or naive.

Bind me?

With a venomous creature like Linglong, do you think I’d survive?

“Enough talking!”

Linglong couldn’t hold back—thinking of her second-grade pill made her heart bleed.

“Cut…” In the next instant, she channeled all ten-tenths of her magic power into her sword and slashed down toward He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng didn’t move.

Hummm… hummm… hummm…

A yellowish-brown energy shield instantly formed around his body.

Technique: Earth Armor Spell.

Linglong’s sword shadow, now a zhang wide, struck the shield from afar.

Violent energy exploded outward, surging as turbulent air in all directions.

Yet the shield did not break.

Only its glow had dimmed considerably.

Linglong gasped in shock: “Damn… your dantian’s spiritual energy is that thick?”

“This technique… it’s not low-level!”

Hisss… hisss… hisss…

Luoyu’s pupils narrowed slightly.

In that moment, He Pingsheng’s magic power shifted, and earth-element energy surged again into the shield, reigniting the Earth Armor’s glow.

Radiating brilliance!

Clearly not someone to be trifled with.

Linglong was right—He Pingsheng’s dantian energy truly was immense.

He was only at the seventh layer, yet his dantian’s spiritual power rivaled that of a Qi Refining cultivator at the eleventh or twelfth layer.

First, because the cultivation technique he practiced was powerful!

Each one had been strengthened by the Treasure Basin and reached the Heavenly Grade.

And a Heavenly Grade technique? That’s the pinnacle of pinnacles.

Simply one of them could spark outright war within a sect.

Second: when He Pingsheng cultivated, he devoured elixirs to boost his cultivation base.

And the elixirs were all top-grade.

This was another reason for his immense magic power.