"Whew…"
He Pingsheng, flying on a paper crane, finally let out a sigh of relief.
Because he saw a mountain peak.
A particularly tall mountain peak.
This was a landmark mountain; once here, it meant Tai Xu Sect was not far.
If he continued on the paper crane, he would reach Tai Xu Sect in less than half an hour.
"Ouch…"
He Pingsheng looked down at Hou Muling lying beside him, and with a slight movement of his hand, a surge of wood spiritual energy transformed into a poisonous thorn.
With a hiss, the poisonous thorn pricked Hou Muling's thigh.
At such a critical moment, he couldn't let this girl wake up.
Otherwise, what if she ambushed him?
He'd add a bit more poison to her.
Of course, He Pingsheng's control over poison was quite precise now; he wouldn't poison Hou Muling to death.
He would only paralyze her.
Just then, He Pingsheng suddenly turned his head.
He saw a streak of light shoot out from the peak of the tall mountain to his left front.
"This is…"
His body trembled, and he focused his gaze.
The light's initial speed was not fast, but after one breath, it suddenly accelerated and flew towards He Pingsheng.
Although it was very far away, He Pingsheng could already confirm: it was Sword Qi.
Someone was flying with a Flying Sword, and they were coming towards him.
Holy cow…
No way!
Are these bastards from Beast Controlling Sect coming to block me right at the doorstep of our Tai Xu Sect?
No, no… I must descend quickly.
He Pingsheng thought of nothing else; his first priority was to reduce the speed of the Flying Crane he was riding and descend into the mountain forest below.
He had to descend.
Otherwise, if he were struck down by a single Sword Qi and fell to the ground, he would be disoriented, meeting the same end as Daoist Changping.
Within three breaths, He Pingsheng's Flying Crane had already plunged into the forest.
And the Flying Sword had already pursued him to within several hundred feet.
"Slash…"
Only a clear female voice was heard.
Then, a point of Sword Qi exploded in the air where the woman was, powerfully striking towards him.
He Pingsheng had no time for any defense; he could only take a deep breath.
"Go…"
He voluntarily jumped off the paper crane and, by the way, pushed the paper crane.
The paper crane, carrying the unconscious Hou Muling, glided forward for a good distance.
At this moment, the Sword Qi behind He Pingsheng finally struck, heavily landing on his back with a thud.
Fortunately, he wasn't injured.
Because He Pingsheng was afraid of ambushes, his Vajra Talisman had been active ever since his encounter with Daoist Changping.
It had not been deactivated.
However, what shocked He Pingsheng was that the force of this single sword strike had reduced the defensive power of his shield by one-fourth.
In other words, three more sword strikes, and He Pingsheng's Vajra Talisman would break.
Bang…
Just then, Feng Daogu landed with a bang, three feet in front of He Pingsheng.
A bitter expression immediately appeared on He Pingsheng's face: "It's over, it's over, it's over, why is it this old woman?"
Damn it, when she interrogated me back then, this woman wanted to kill me.
Now that she's blocked my path, I'm afraid it'll be hard to escape today.
"Feng… Junior Martial Uncle Feng… what's wrong with you?"
"Hehehe… I'm He Pingsheng!"
"You…"
He Pingsheng had a fawning smile, but the smile was extremely awkward.
Feng Daogu's lips curled into a disdainful sneer; she said nothing, raised her hand, swung her sword, and another burst of Sword Qi struck out.
Bang…
The defensive energy outside He Pingsheng's body was again reduced.
Two hits.
Two more hits, and it would be over.
"Junior Martial Uncle Feng, stop!" He Pingsheng was truly anxious: "We have no grievances or grudges!"
While He Pingsheng was talking to Feng Daogu, he was secretly using his Divine Thought to communicate with his Storage Pouch.
However, Feng Daogu gave He Pingsheng no chance.
Bang…
Bang…
Two more sword strikes.
After these two strikes, the defense constructed by the Vajra Talisman outside He Pingsheng's body directly collapsed.
Both were in the Foundation Establishment Stage; a shield that Daoist Changping couldn't break after fighting for a long time was shattered by Feng Daogu's four sword strikes.
At this moment, if she delivered one more sword strike, He Pingsheng would surely die.
Because he had not taken out any offensive Talismans from beginning to end.
The opponent's speed was too fast.
Buzz…
The humming sword tip rested before He Pingsheng's face.
Feng Daogu finally spoke: "Not bad, you actually have a top-grade Grade 2 defensive Talisman!"
"You have quite a few secrets on you, kid!"
"Tell me!"
"How did you kill my brother?"
"Brother?" He Pingsheng was stunned, his mouth agape.
Feng Daogu said: "I forgot to tell you, Yu De is just his Daoist name; his secular surname is Feng…"
Holy cow…
He Pingsheng's face instantly darkened.
"Don't say you didn't kill him!" Feng Daogu said: "That Grade 2 defensive Talisman just now, with your wealth, you couldn't afford it in eight lifetimes. You must have killed my brother and exchanged it with the wealth you took from my brother's Storage Pouch, right?"
"Don't even think about it, you are doomed to die today!"
"But… if you truthfully tell me how you murdered my brother, I will only torment you for one day!"
"Otherwise!" Feng Daogu's lips held a faint smile: "I will cut you into pieces, tormenting you for at least seven days!"
Clang…
As she spoke, Feng Daogu exerted a slight force, and the long sword in her hand stabbed towards He Pingsheng's shoulder.
Her intention was simple: to give He Pingsheng a show of force.
First, pierce his shoulder to let him see how ruthless she was.
However!
A surprising scene appeared to her.
The sword tip pricked He Pingsheng's shoulder, piercing his Daoist robe, but it did not pierce his skin.
Because He Pingsheng practiced Body Refining.
And the Body Refining Spell of Nine Poison Golden Body had already allowed him to cultivate to the ninth level of the Qi Refinement Stage.
So, this not-so-forceful sword strike was blocked by He Pingsheng's skin.
Moreover, He Pingsheng took advantage of the incoming sword strike to let out a loud 'Ah' and rolled over.
As if he had been knocked over by Feng Daogu.
In reality, He Pingsheng took advantage of this roll to pull out a gleaming small bell from his invisible Storage Pouch.
His internal magical power instantly poured into it, and He Pingsheng flicked his right hand.
The palm-sized small bell expanded with a bang to a foot in size, its mouth pointing directly at Feng Daogu.
Feng Daogu saw everything but still smiled indifferently, unconcerned.
In her opinion, it was just a top-grade spirit tool.
Even if it had eight Restrictions, how much power could you, a mere Qi Refinement Stage cultivator, exert?
It would be better to make you despair.
Dong…
He Pingsheng suddenly slapped the golden bell.
His internal magical power surged out even more, pouring into the golden bell.
Bang…
A sound wave suddenly blasted out from the bell's mouth towards Feng Daogu.
Feng Daogu was clearly prepared; she waved her hand and conjured a round, silvery shield.
The silver shield transformed into a three-foot-sized shield, guarding her front.
A triumphant smile appeared on her face: "Kid, let me show you the defensive power of a Late Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator."