Chapter 963: Luo Bingyao

“Don’t rush!”

He Pingsheng comforted Jin Ku, saying: “I still have plenty of Jingye Pills!”

“After swallowing these Jingye Pills, your karmic burden might ease slightly!”

“Fine!” Jin Ku could only accept this.

Without another word, He Pingsheng pulled out a Jingye Pill and swallowed it whole.

This Jingye Pill was forged from the Divine Light of Creation harvested from Luo Bingyao’s heavenly tribulation when she ascended from Soul Transformation peak to Void Refinement.

It was only a sixth-rank pill.

Of course, the Divine Light of Creation had no rank.

No matter when you undergo tribulation, the rank of the Divine Light of Creation never changes.

The pill’s rank is determined by its other main and auxiliary ingredients, not by the Divine Light of Creation.

At that time, He Pingsheng could only forge sixth-rank pills.

Now, he could forge eighth- or even ninth-rank Jingye Pills.

Of course, that assumes he had all the necessary eighth- or ninth-rank main and auxiliary ingredients.

After swallowing one Jingye Pill, the karmic light on He Pingsheng’s body vanished at a visible rate.

From head to toe, roughly three-tenths disappeared.

Seven-tenths still clung to him.

“Only that much?” He Pingsheng felt unsatisfied, so he swallowed another pill.

Too bad!

The second one did nothing.

Not a single bit of effect.

In the cultivation world, the law of “a single encounter” is everywhere.

Like heavenly treasures for breaking through bottlenecks—for example, the Water Elemental Spirit Apricot used to break through Qi Refining, you can swallow one to advance one level, but swallowing a second won’t advance you to the next.

That’s the law of “a single encounter.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Jin Ku inside He Pingsheng began cursing again.

He Pingsheng asked: “What now?”

Jin Ku said: “I forgot one thing—I’m just a soul, how the hell do I swallow pills?”

He Pingsheng had given him a pill just now, but the bastard couldn’t swallow it.

Naturally, his karmic burden couldn’t be removed.

“He Pingsheng, you promised me! I helped you retrieve someone from the Underworld, but you promised to remove the karmic burden clinging to me!”

“This is your job!”

He Pingsheng nodded solemnly: “Don’t worry—I He Pingsheng keep my word!”

“Bullshit…” Jin Ku said: “I know you better—you’re the one who breaks promises the most!”

Jin Ku had seen with his own eyes how many times He Pingsheng broke his word.

“You’re different!” He Pingsheng said: “Don’t worry—I’ll find a way to remove this karmic light!”

“Let’s go!”

He Pingsheng raised his hand, tore open the void, and returned to the ruins of Gu Song Mountain.

Snow stretched endlessly, chaotic and blank.

He casually placed the Qianyuan Golden Dipper into the Treasure Basin.

Then he looked at the ruins and said: “From now on, I’ll leave the Qianyuan Golden Dipper here to absorb the cosmic fortune—but this thing mustn’t be seen by anyone. If it is, I He Pingsheng will be cursed by billions of beings across the Spirit Realm!”

He Pingsheng’s plan was excellent.

You want to harvest the Spirit Realm’s fortune?

Fine!

I turned one Qianyuan Golden Dipper into two, both collecting.

The collected fortune will become two dippers.

I’ll put both dippers into my Treasure Basin to strengthen them—they’ll become four dippers.

I’ll give you one dipper, return the other two to heaven and earth, and the Spirit Realm’s fortune will return to normal.

The key is—I still get to keep one dipper.

Why not?

“Rip!”

He Pingsheng tore open the void again and arrived above the Nirvana Emperor Domain’s Immortal Fire Mountain.

Over three hundred years had passed; the ruins had become bustling once more.

A thriving city, thriving sects.

One after another, light membranes expanded.

Array after array.

Many phoenixes soared among them.

But now, this was no longer the Phoenix Clan’s domain—its master was Luo Bingyao.

The phoenix eggs buried in the volcanic crater had hatched, reborn, and become human mounts, servants, or spiritual pets.

Or spiritual companions.

He Pingsheng entered Luo Bingyao’s cultivation grounds without obstruction.

“Master, sit down—let me brew you some top-grade spiritual tea…”

Seeing He Pingsheng arrive, Luo Bingyao was naturally delighted.

He Pingsheng sat down, sipping the spiritual tea, then nodded toward the center: “That thing’s mine now.”

In the center of her grounds hung a purple pearl.

It was his personal world.

The personal world wasn’t the key—the key was the two arrays inside it.

One was the Baiju Tian Guang Array, the other the Xuyu Time Array.

About a hundred years ago, Luo Bingyao borrowed them from He Pingsheng to accelerate her cultivation.

A hundred years inside equaled a thousand outside.

Now, Luo Bingyao’s cultivation had reached Mahayana Emperor peak.

Level twelve.

Far higher than He Pingsheng’s.

Luo Bingyao rushed her cultivation because she feared her low power couldn’t control the entire Heavenfire Continent.

Now that she’d reached peak, she felt confident in everything she did.

“Of course!” Luo Bingyao said: “Master, take it whenever you like!”

“By the way… why are you here?”

He Pingsheng said: “Send Liu Molin to Gu Song Mountain to set up two eighth-rank concealment arrays.”

“Yes, Dad!” Luo Bingyao stretched out her soft little hand, walked behind He Pingsheng, and massaged his shoulders: “Master… have you gone to find Zhou Qingmei yet?”

“Mm.” He Pingsheng nodded: “I brought her back, but I haven’t decided yet whether to give her a body.”

“By the way, how about you?”

“You’re already at Mahayana Emperor peak—ready to ascend?”

“If you gather the materials, give them to me—I’ll refine a batch of Flying Immortal Pills for you…”

“No!” Luo Bingyao pouted, pressing her upper body against He Pingsheng’s back: “I don’t want to ascend—I want to stay with Master!”

“I’ll ascend when you do!”

“My family was wiped out when I was young—I had no relatives… I’ve already thought of you as my father.”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“Hahaha…” He Pingsheng laughed: “You can stay a while longer—humanity is still rebuilding, hasn’t fully risen yet. If you ascend too soon, you’ll lose the hard-won advantage we’ve gathered!”

“Mm-hmm!” Luo Bingyao said: “Wait a moment—I’ll go get that old bastard Liu Molin.”

After about an incense stick’s time, Liu Molin appeared before He Pingsheng.

"He Dao friend!" He stared at He Pingsheng, eyes gleaming: "You want me to set up an array?"

“Yes,” He Pingsheng said: “An eighth-rank concealment array.”