Chapter 895: A False Alarm

"He Qianbei, please come in!"

"You family reunites—I won't go!"

"Goodbye!"

Zi Qing bowed to He Pingsheng, then left immediately.

Only He Pingsheng remained alone before the vast palace gate.

Boom… boom… boom…

The several layers of arrays outside the palace gate opened simultaneously, forming an array passage.

He Pingsheng did not hesitate, stepped directly inside, and in a few strides, entered.

Inside the great hall, golden light shimmered, shadows danced gracefully!

The Great Lun Mingwang sat on a long chair, wearing a simple blue robe.

On either side of her stood one person!

The girl on the left had exquisite features, her large eyes brimming with anticipation.

The boy on the right appeared calm and serious.

The Great Lun Mingwang herself tilted her head, her jade hand resting on her right ear, gazing at He Pingsheng with a smiling gaze.

He Pingsheng took a deep breath.

His gaze settled on the girl's face—she was at Nascent Soul fourth layer, and her appearance bore a five-tenths resemblance to Yu Qing, the daughter from Ma Ye Town in his dream of the mortal world.

As for the boy…

He Pingsheng's frown deepened with each glance.

Yet the boy's cultivation base was high—already at Nascent Soul twelfth layer.

He would likely shed his Nascent Soul soon and achieve Soul Transformation.

"This is He Pingsheng… Haven't you greeted your father yet?" The Great Lun Mingwang gently nudged her children.

The two children hurried forward and fell to their knees beside He Pingsheng's left and right.

"Child greets Father!"

The Great Lun Mingwang said: "This one on the left is He Yuqing!"

"This one on the right is He Tianyu."

"Good, good, good!" He Pingsheng's heart was a tangle of emotions; he patted both children on the shoulders.

The Great Lun Mingwang said: "You two go now… Your father will find you later!"

"Yes!"

The two children left the palace.

The Great Lun Mingwang rose from the long chair, her body swaying slightly, her robe shifting to reveal her graceful figure: "Look, does this robe suit me?"

But He Pingsheng's face turned dark: "You've been sleeping with Zhu Zhengyan?"

The Great Lun Mingwang froze.

Then she burst into giggles: "And what if I have?"

"Jealous?"

"Huh…" Fire blazed in He Pingsheng's eyes.

The Great Lun Mingwang said: "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Don't you remember?"

"I told you once—there was a reincarnator who entered my womb?"

The Great Lun Mingwang walked solemnly to He Pingsheng's side, took his arm with her delicate hand, tilted her head to gaze at his profile, and asked: "Do you remember?"

He Pingsheng nodded: "Yes, I recall that."

"Then do you remember?" The Great Lun Mingwang continued: "What happened that night?"

He Pingsheng's expression softened: "I remember—Zhu Xuanlun dissolved his body!"

"Yes!" The Great Lun Mingwang nodded: "That brat Zhu Xuanlun—his soul never entered reincarnation, or perhaps he entered it and came back. Whatever the reason, some obsession drew him into my womb!"

"Then you left!"

"I carried them for ten months and gave birth to a pair of dragon-and-phoenix twins!"

"You didn't know, but when Yu Qing was little, she looked almost exactly like… like our daughter!"

"But Tianyu—perhaps because he is Zhu Xuanlun's reincarnation—bears a five-to-six-tenths resemblance to him, and the older he gets, the more alike they become!"

"Oh!" He Pingsheng said: "So that's it!"

"Hehehehe…"

"Hahahahaha…"

For some reason, He Pingsheng suddenly burst into loud laughter.

The Great Lun Mingwang rolled her eyes at him: "Petty!"

Her gaze flowed with springlike charm.

The atmosphere in the great hall shifted instantly.

He Pingsheng was savoring this long-absent warmth when the Great Lun Mingwang's expression turned stern: "He Pingsheng, you don't trust me?"

"This time there was a reason—if I hadn't explained it, wouldn't you have thought me unworthy?"

"You deserve a beating!"

The Great Lun Mingwang struck without warning—her hand shot forward, golden light flaring.

Though she used less than one-tenth of her Mahayana Emperor peak power, and even that was contained, He Pingsheng dared not meet it head-on.

If he blocked it, he'd be fine—but the great hall would be destroyed.

Helpless, He Pingsheng vanished into empty space to dodge.

In an instant, he teleported behind her.

…

Several days later!

"Talent is related to spirit roots, but not entirely determined by them!"

The Great Lun Mingwang now looked like a doting wife, kneeling beside He Pingsheng at the tea table, one hand holding the teapot, the other pouring tea into cups.

The fragrance of spiritual tea filled the air.

"Tianyu has a single Fire Spirit Root!"

"Yu Qing has a single Wood Spirit Root!"

"Yet their talents differ greatly—Tianyu's cultivation base has skyrocketed!"

"In such a short time, he's nearly reached Soul Transformation!"

He Pingsheng said: "One hundred years!"

The Great Lun Mingwang handed He Pingsheng a freshly poured cup of spiritual tea: "Try it—how is it?"

He Pingsheng sipped, smiled: "Tastes good—just like you."

The Great Lun Mingwang rolled her eyes: "What are your plans?"

He Pingsheng said: "My cultivation base is still low—only Body Integration second layer. What plans could I have?"

"For a long time ahead, I must focus on raising my cultivation!"

"What about you? What are your plans?"

"When will you ascend?"

The Great Lun Mingwang was already at Mahayana Emperor twelfth layer.

She was only a hair's breadth from ascension.

The Great Lun Mingwang said: "No rush… I have no great longing for the Immortal Realm!"

"It's better to be a free and unrestrained Great Lun Mingwang here—first, I must raise my children properly."

Her slender fingers, gripping golden silk velvet, gently brushed the surface of the clear-spirit wood table.

A few drops of tea on the green spirit-wood surface were softly wiped away.

Plop!

A purple-gold incense burner landed on the table.

Thin wisps of incense smoke rose slowly.

At that moment, He Pingsheng seemed drunk in an endless sea of mortal desires.

He closed his eyes, breathing in the warm fragrance, and set his teacup down on the table: "I'll stay with you."

The Great Lun Mingwang blinked: "What did you say?"

He Pingsheng said: "I'll stay with you—raise our children together, and ascend through tribulation together."

A flower-like smile bloomed on the Great Lun Mingwang's delicate, fair face; her pearl-like teeth parted slightly: "Pfft…"

"You're not serious."

"A brief stay? Fine. But to stay for a lifetime? That would be me being ungrateful."

"Go cultivate."

"Oh, by the way—aren't you supposed to visit your Su sister?"

"There…"

"North of the city."

"Go!"

The Great Lun Ming Wang waved his hand, in a very generous manner.