Chapter 408 Fellow Daoist, Don’t Be Like This
The massive flying ship hovered there, with many elders of the He Family present, including the Head of the He Family...
However, He Yitian’s expression was rigid as he stared at the blue flying ship, hesitating. He didn’t know how to activate the Attack Array.
And how could he prove that the flying ship had indeed been broken and subsequently repaired by Chen Pingping?
Time trickled by.
An Elder spoke up, "Why don’t you act?"
He Yitian remained expressionless.
"Are you lying?" a second Elder interjected. "Do you want the He Family to rescue an outsider, and so you concocted this story? But... that person is from Heaven Martial."
A place for the descendants of sinners, their bodies coursing with tainted blood.
In the eyes of cultivators from the Nine Heavens, those from Heaven Martial were as contemptible as the Demon cultivators from the Western Wilderness.
"Yitian, you are a young genius of our He Family, different from the others. Though you possess a talent for Artifact Refining, your aptitude for cultivation is even greater. That is why the He Family has invested heavily in your development, hoping you would become a top-tier expert, not for you to associate with unworthy individuals."
"Now that Chen Pingping of the Wuji Sect has taken control of the City of Extinction, great trouble is inevitable. He has already plundered seventy or eighty factions; rescuing him is as difficult as ascending to the heavens."
"Let this matter rest!"
These final words came from the Head of the He Family.
He Yitian’s mouth fell slightly open, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing grew rapid. He said unwillingly, "I... I am not lying! Chen Pingping is truly a Refining genius! Truly! Lord Family Head, you must believe me!"
"But you have no evidence," the Head of the He Family stated.
"..."
"Not a single piece of evidence. Based solely on your words, how can our He Family act for someone irrelevant to us?" The Head of the He Family looked at him. "We are talking about seventy or eighty factions, not just one or two."
"The Lords who entered Heaven Martial with me back then also know of this," He Yitian added.
"Where are they?"
"My sister exiled them to the border, but they can be recalled."
No one spoke.
The surroundings grew increasingly quiet.
The Head of the He Family said no more and turned to leave.
One by one, the elders followed him.
Soon, nearly all the family elders had departed, leaving only one or two people watching him.
They were his keepers, the individuals preventing him from leaving.
He Yitian felt numb. Glancing around, he gritted his teeth and charged towards the flying ship, intending to activate it and flee the family.
However, with a He Family expert present and constantly watching him, how could he possibly succeed?
Before he could reach the flying ship, he was intercepted by the family expert.
He Yitian cursed loudly, "Fools! A bunch of fools! You will regret this! You will lose the chance for our family to become a true superpower!"
His voice was loud and resonant.
The departing family elders heard him clearly. They paused instinctively but said nothing more.
Just then, a young man approached. "Cousin, why are you doing this to yourself?"
"Cousin, help me!" He Yitian cried out, like a drowning man grasping at a lifeline.
He Qingyan said with some difficulty, "This is your sister’s wish. You should stay with the family!"
"You can go..." He Yitian said. "Go to the City of Extinction and find Chen Pingping. Tell him he must come to the He Family to find me."
He Qingyan chuckled lightly. "I don’t possess such capabilities."
He Yitian urged, "Just mention my name."
"Cousin, do you really think... if I go to the City of Extinction now, I can persuade Chen Pingping to come to the He Family?" He Qingyan narrowed his eyes. "The situation there is dire. Once Chen Pingping leaves the City of Extinction, endless slaughter will await him!"
As he spoke, he walked closer.
When he neared He Yitian, He Qingyan suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Do you want to get out?"
"Yes!" He Yitian’s heart pounded. He stared intently at him.
"I can help you," He Qingyan said with a smile. "But once you leave the family, your life and death will be no concern of mine."
"Agreed!" He Yitian nodded.
Having received his answer, He Qingyan wasted no time. He waved his hand, and several experts rushed in from all directions, swiftly knocking the few He Family experts unconscious.
Witnessing this, a look of delight crossed He Yitian’s face. "Thank you, cousin." With that, he turned and rushed towards the flying ship.
He Qingyan narrowed his eyes, a faint, chilling smile playing on his lips as he watched He Yitian pilot the flying ship out of the family’s territory.
Then, he shouted in alarm, "He Yitian has escaped! Someone, come quickly! Elder! Steward! Lord Family Head! He Yitian has run away..."
Run, my dear cousin. If you don’t leave the family, how will I get the chance to kill you and reclaim what is mine?
He waved his hand, and the experts who had just appeared instantly vanished. Then, he drew a sword and slew the unconscious He Family experts.
Finally, he plunged the longsword into his own chest, leaving a large, bleeding wound from which blood gushed.
His face turned deathly pale in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground.
Before long, the family elders arrived. Seeing the bodies on the ground, the injured He Qingyan, and the missing flying ship, their expressions darkened.
"What happened?" the Head of the He Family strode over.
"Lord Family Head, He Yitian... he... in order to escape the family, he ruthlessly attacked his own family’s experts, killing them! He even tried to kill me!" He Qingyan said, panting.
Hearing this, the Head of the He Family was enraged. "Men, bring him back to me!"
In a small, ancient town, usually sparsely populated where one would scarcely see ten people on the streets, it was now impossible to tell how many had gathered.
Experts from major factions, young prodigies, Loose Cultivators, and more...
All had come merely to catch a glimpse of Chen Pingping of the Wuji Sect.
On a small path, four people arrived: the Fairy, the Scholar, Chen Pingping, and Jiang Ni’er.
Each was lost in their own thoughts.
Once we enter the vicinity of the City of Extinction, Chen Pingping’s identity and origins will soon be exposed. He won’t be able to hide, the damned fellow! the Scholar mused.
The Fairy appeared calm, though her gaze frequently fell upon Chen Pingping, a pensive look on her face.
Jiang Ni’er, beside them, was similar; however, her eyes held no trace of worry, only a heightened curiosity. Faced with this situation, how will he resolve it?
AAAAARGH!
Chen Pingping suddenly yelled, "This ancient town is the closest to the City of Extinction! I wonder if those armies have arrived yet? I’m really looking forward to seeing them eliminate Chen Pingping of the Wuji Sect!"
HEH HEH!
The Scholar glanced sideways at him. "The thief cries ’stop thief’."
"Fellow Daoist, you’re too petty," Chen Pingping stated calmly.
"Who are you calling petty?" the Scholar’s face darkened.
"You, of course! Supposedly a young prodigy from Fairy Valley, renowned and with combat strength comparable to a Saint Realm expert, yet... you’re as small-minded as the eye of a needle." Chen Pingping shrugged. "I seriously suspect you’re... lacking in other areas as well."
Damn you!
The Scholar flew into a rage.
HUH?
Chen Pingping looked at him. "No way? Don’t tell me? Did I actually hit the mark?"
"Come on, then! I’ll f***ing show you what a real man is!" the Scholar fumed, starting to pull down his pants.
"..."
RUSTLE!
Passersby turned to look, their gazes shifting between Chen Pingping and the Scholar, who was now grappling with his trousers.