Chapter 909: The Beautiful Witch

A man clad in a crimson Dao robe walked into the hall.

"Everyone!"

"Sorry for the wait! Sorry for the wait!"

"My apologies!"

The man smiled broadly, bowing as he entered.

He was a Mahayana Emperor of the Jin Ku clan, at Mahayana Level Six.

Facing so many Mahayana cultivators arriving from different continents, the Jin Ku clan naturally showed great enthusiasm.

But when the man's gaze fell upon He Pingsheng, he paused slightly and said, "Human… Body Integration?"

Then his eyes blazed again: "Sir… are you Wang Dun?"

He Pingsheng smiled and bowed: "Greetings, Elder. I am not Wang Dun."

"Oh!" The man's fiery gaze instantly cooled. He nodded: "Good, good, good. When you enter the Jin Ku Immortal Ruins, be careful!"

After learning he was not Wang Dun, the man's gaze moved on to others.

He Pingsheng frowned: Damn.

Is Wang Shixiong really that famous?

Everyone has nine-nine destiny, so why doesn't anyone ask about me?

"Ladies and gentlemen, board the vessel. Follow me to the Ten Thousand Stele Forest!"

"Hehe… when the Jin Ku Immortal Ruins open, its entrance will be right here in the Ten Thousand Stele Forest!"

In front of the hall stood a massive flying vessel.

One by one, they boarded the vessel, which then took flight toward the city's southeast.

It wasn't far—after about two hours of flight, they arrived.

It was a valley surrounded by mountains.

The valley floor was flat, but shrouded in mist.

In the center of the valley stood a dense forest of countless stone steles.

The large vessel landed before the stele forest.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said the Jin Ku clan's Mahayana, "this is the Ten Thousand Stele Forest… you may rest here!"

"When the Jin Ku Immortal Ruins open in about a year, we'll enter together!"

"I'll take my leave!"

With that, the man in the crimson Dao robe piloted the vessel away again.

Thin mist stretched endlessly.

He Pingsheng's gaze pierced the mist, settling on the stele forest.

Dozens of people were already here.

He wasn't among the first to arrive.

"Come on," said the Tianwei Empress, nodding toward the steles: "Sit on the steles and wait."

With that, she floated lightly onto a corner stele.

He Pingsheng stepped onto a stele beside her.

The Zhi Shu Immortal also joined them on the same stele.

"Bad!" As soon as she landed, the Tianwei Empress's face changed drastically: "There's poison… in the surrounding void!"

"Everyone be careful!"

She spoke loudly to warn He Pingsheng.

But it quickly drew mockery.

A Qingyi man from the Dragon Clan said: "It's not the void that's poisonous—it's filled with countless toxic rule forces."

"Humans, so easily startled!"

The Tianwei Empress flushed red.

He Pingsheng extended his spiritual sense, spreading his Dao root to sense it, then said: "Correct—it's rule force. And these rules are strong."

"At least sixth or seventh rank."

"So everyone should still be cautious."

With that, He Pingsheng sat cross-legged on the stele and began comprehending the toxic rule.

But after a while, he realized the toxic Dao rules here were too scarce and weak.

Comprehending them yielded no benefit.

If so, better to focus on something else.

He Pingsheng pulled out a thread of time Dao and began comprehending it within his spiritual sense.

Time was still useful.

For example, after comprehending roughly two hundred years of time Dao, his combat power had increased.

When he once locked time around the body of the Kongkong Demon Emperor, the Demon Emperor couldn't evade.

Think about it.

If he mastered time Dao fully, a single thought could freeze a person in place!

Soon, a year passed.

Only days remained until the Immortal Ruins opened.

That day, thunder blazed across the sky.

He Pingsheng looked up sharply and saw a towering figure in blue robes tear through the void and land in the Ten Thousand Stele Forest.

He recognized the man: Prince Qing Qi.

No…

Now, he should be called Qing Qi Demon Emperor.

After two hundred years, his cultivation had risen to Mahayana Emperor Level Two.

"Heh…" Qing Qi landed and said: "Brother He Dao… you're here too!"

He landed directly on a stele beside He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng said coolly: "I don't want trouble. Don't reveal my identity."

After all, more people kept arriving—already three or four Dragons had shown up.

Mahayana Emperors from the Five Continents were still numerous.

Clearly, if anyone learned He Pingsheng's identity, trouble would follow.

"Good, good, I understand, hehe…" Qing Qi glanced at He Pingsheng and sighed: "You're really fast… When we first met, you were Void Refinement Level Twelve!"

"The last time I saw you, two hundred years ago, you were only Body Integration Level Two!"

"Now you're Level Eight?"

"You're fucking…"

"It's only been two hundred years?"

"How the hell did you do it?"

Qing Qi looked baffled, yet admired He Pingsheng even more.

He Pingsheng said coolly: "It's not as miraculous as you think. I have five clones. Each time one merges with me, my cultivation breaks through one level. Otherwise, how could I advance so fast?"

"Ah, I see!" Qing Qi felt slightly better, but still said: "Even so, you're still a freak."

He Pingsheng asked: "Aren't you a Thunder Spirit Root?"

"What do toxic things have to do with you?"

"Why are you here?"

"You don't understand," Qing Qi shook his head. "I didn't want to come—but I'm a Qilin. As a divine race, sometimes we have no choice."

"This time, I had to come."

"And it's tied to your human race."

"Not just your race—it's all Four Divine Races. None of them want anyone to obtain the Ten Primordial True Toxins."

He Pingsheng waved his hand, showing no interest.

He asked again: "Where's my sister?"

He Pingsheng replied: "Shall I let her out for you to see now?"

"No no no…" Qing Qi chuckled awkwardly.

Boom…

At the same moment, another heavy voice echoed through the void.

Everyone looked up to see the Jin Ku clan's celestial vessel soaring again, landing beside them moments later.

On the vessel were only twelve people.

Six men, six women.

All tall and slender, clad in moon-white Dao robes.

Look closely—every one, man or woman, was astonishingly beautiful.

Yes, even the men possessed beauty that reached into their bones.

He Pingsheng frowned: "What race is this? Also human?"

Beside him, Qing Qi drew a deep breath: "The Witch Clan."