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Zhongsheng Continent.

True Treasure Pavilion’s headquarters

Dozens of phantoms slowly appeared in a lofty and ethereal palace. As the aura vibrated, the space in the hall distorted and trembled. However, the white jade tower floating in the middle of the hall was not affected at all.

Whoosh.

A phantom appeared on the highest throne. Immediately, the aura in the hall calmed down.

Soon, a gentle voice sounded. “Everyone, the barriers of the five continents and the four seas have been fluctuating frequently recently, and the birth of mountain demons has harmed the cultivation world. I’m afraid a calamity will descend. My True Treasure Pavilion needs to make preparations early. From today onwards, inform all the core members and the core members of the various halls to return to the headquarters within ten years. Those who are above the level of first-grade guest elders in the garrisons under the jurisdiction of the other states are qualified to come to the Zhongsheng Continent to avoid the calamity.”

As her voice fell, the throne phantoms frowned. Their True Treasure Pavilion was a top faction that spanned across the five continents and four seas. In the past, no matter what calamity appeared, it would not shake the headquarters at all. Yet this time, the Head Hall Master had personally arranged for it. Such a calamity was very likely unprecedented.

A phantom expert could not help but ask, “Head Hall Master, 1 wonder if this calamity is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster?”

The other phantoms tilted their ears one after another. The barrier fluctuated and the mountain demons appeared. They were still confused. The gentle voice said indifferently, “It’s both a natural disaster and a man-made disaster, but this is a calamity that must exist in the five continents and four seas. You can’t be careless.”

Hearing this, the hearts of the throne phantoms, including the Moon Spirit Hall Master, couldn’t help but tremble. They bowed in unison and said, “Yes, Head Hall Master!”

A few days later.

Wei Kingdom.

Qingyang City, Huiquan Alley.

Shen Ping sat cross-legged on the futon in the quiet room of the spirit pool. His gaze landed on the second page of the virtual interface.

Luo Qing and Bai Yuying’s wishes had been fulfilled. Although it did not achieve the desired effect,the trip was not in vain. After all, he had resolved his greatest mental state problem at Cloud Mountain Parlour and completely understood his heart. In the face of his wife and concubines’ emotions, his heart was no longer imitated. He dared to face his emotions directly.

“Yin Honglian…” He murmured. Among his wife and concubines, although Yin Honglian’s favorability had reached the limit, it was still an ordinary frame. The obsession shown by her wish was very deep. Since he was back this time, he would not let it continue.

He put away the virtual interface. Shen Ping stood up and went to the room. As soon as he stepped through the door, Yin Honglian, who was wearing a fiery red palace dress, heard the voice transmission and followed him in from the master bedroom.

Screech.

There were no words. Under the powerful strength of the late-stage Foundation Establishment realm, the fiery red dress instantly turned into powder. A large number of clothes fragments danced in the room like snowflakes.

As the clothes flew, the broad figure’s Vajra Body intertwined with the fiery red butterfly. Yin Honglian’s beautiful face quickly turned red. After a tens of minutes, the Dao technique battle ended. The fiery red figure leaned quietly in Shen Ping’s arms.

Shen Ping lowered his head and kissed her fair forehead. Then, he looked straight into her eyes and said gently, “Honglian, I’ve never asked about you. If we leave the twelve countries this time, I’m afraid we won’t be back for a long time. And some things, if you don’t do them now, you might have regrets in the future.”

Yin Honglian’s eyes trembled, and the corners of her red lips moved. In the end, she said softly, “Husband, 1 want to make a trip to Jin Kingdom before I leave.”

“Okay!”

Yin Honglian looked up and could not help but ask, “Husband, aren’t you going to ask me what I’m going to do?”

Shen Ping smiled and said, “You’re my Dao companion. No matter what you do, 1’11 support you.”

“I want to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator! His name is Ancestor Huo Li. He’s the Supreme Elder of the Huo Li Sect in Jin Kingdom.” As Yin Honglian said this, she stared intently at Shen Ping.

In the 12 countries, Nascent Soul cultivators were a mountain that people could only dream of. Even the geniuses of sects with heavenly spiritual roots did not dare to say that they were absolutely confident of breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm. As for most ordinary cultivators, they would never be able to cross this mountain in their lives.

Wanting to kill such an expert was as difficult as ascending to the heavens. It was precisely because of this that she had always buried it deep in her heart and did not dare to reveal anything.

Any cultivator, if he knew that she had a grudge with a Nascent Soul expert, his first reaction would be to immediately cut ties with her.

In Yin Honglian’s eyes, even though Shen Ping was a core member of True Treasure Pavilion and had a powerful Dao Protector like Pei Huoyu and a Nascent Soul guiding him, his status was extremely high. He would most likely not form a grudge with a Nascent Soul cultivator for no reason because of her. Although she thought so, after years of companionship, Yin Honglian was still looking forward to it. Hence, when she heard those words just now, she finally revealed it.

“Ancestor Huo Li. Since you want to kill him, destroy him when you go to Jin Kingdom this time!” The smile on Shen Ping’s face did not fade, and there was no hesitation in his voice.

Yin Honglian repeated, “Husband, Ancestor Huo Li is a Nascent Soul expert!”

Shen Ping smiled faintly and said with a rather serious expression, “Honglian, you’re my Dao companion. Your matters are my matters. Not to mention a Nascent Soul, so what if he’s at the Divine Transformation realm?”

His voice was not loud. But when it descended into Yin Honglian’s ears, it was like a thunderclap. It made her heart tremble. The mountain of a Nascent Soul… had suppressed her for too long. It was so long that it had seeped into her bones.

Every time she thought of the miserable state of her parents and master, as well as those friends who were afraid of the Ancestor Huo Li and hit her when she was down, the hatred in her heart would increase..