Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!

Lu Wushuang was just a cultivator of mediocre talent who managed to step onto the path of King Tao. Besides relying on those two women, it was mostly through taking shortcuts.

It's understandable that his strength as a King Tao was considerably inflated, not truly matching his combat abilities and realm.

After exploiting Liuli for ten years, all her value had been drained. Lu Wushuang then naturally abandoned her, subsequently setting his eyes on Qinglian, who was not particularly attractive but had astonishing talent.

For three consecutive years, he madly demanded from her.

Upon hearing that The King of Medicine had appeared here, Lu Wushuang concocted a plan and persuaded Qinglian to come and compete for it.

If he could acquire it, his realm would certainly improve, and by that time, Qinglian would hold no value for him.

He would choose to abandon her. It was inevitable.

So, when he learned of Liuli's astounding identity, he changed his previous attitude. He treated Qinglian coldly and reestablished his relationship with Liuli, all to ingratiate himself with Chen Pingping.

He knew his own talent was insufficient, so he was desperate to seize every opportunity, including this one.

"Liuli, you still love me, don't you?" Lu Wushuang called out. "I do too. Actually, I've never changed over the years. Deep down I still like you. It's just that Senior Sister Qinglian has always been forcing me. I… I don't want to…"

He feigned urgency, his gaze earnest, articulating his words skillfully and with emotional fervor.

Those who didn't know him were almost convinced.

It was at this moment that Liuli completely let go deep in her heart. She was a strong cultivator with a long lifespan. What were a mere ten years of emotions to discard?

She then laughed self-deprecatingly, realizing how foolish she had been.

She turned to look at Qinglian, who stood beside her, distraught and dejected. At that moment, her expression held no resentment, only pity.

Another pitiable woman, just like I was.

"Let's go," Chen Pingping whispered. The desired effect had been achieved, so there was no need to linger. As for whether to kill Lu Wushuang, he would leave that decision to Qinglian and Liuli.

His cultivation realm was very low, as was his actual strength; any ordinary King Tao cultivator could kill him.

Liuli nodded slightly, whispering, "Thank you!"

"What's there to thank for? We're family!" Chen Pingping spoke up. "Zi Ji, Meng, time to leave!"

"Fellow Daoist, wait for me!" Lu Wushuang exclaimed. Seeing the Great Opportunity about to slip through his fingers, how could he be willing to let it go?

Moreover, he had already given up on Qinglian.

If he couldn't mend his relationship with Liuli, wouldn't all his years of effort have been for nothing?

Lu Wushuang broke out in a cold sweat and immediately followed them.

Liuli's expression turned cold. She drew her sword, aimed it at his Dantian, and said coolly, "Your life is over."

"No, no, no, Liuli, I... I was wrong! I truly love you! It's been Senior Sister Qinglian forcing me all these three years, really..." Lu Wushuang's voice trembled.

The icy Longsword was dangerously close to his Dantian.

He could already feel the icy killing intent emanating from Liuli.

If Liuli really destroyed his Dantian, then... all his efforts would turn to naught.

Lu Wushuang couldn't accept that.

Rather than being crippled and becoming an ordinary person, he would prefer to die.

PIERCE!

The Longsword pierced through regardless. With a wretched scream, Lu Wushuang was overcome by excruciating pain, nearly fainting.

He looked down at his abdomen, his complexion deathly pale, his lips purple, his entire body trembling uncontrollably...

It was gone. He had lost everything.

When he looked up again, Liuli and her party had already moved far away. Only Zi Ji kept glancing back, her face etched with confusion as she tried to make sense of what had just happened.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Pingping rapped her on the head.

"Senior Brother, something's off!" she yelped, pointing behind them.

"Why?"

"There's a fluctuation!"

Chen Pingping stopped and turned around, extending his Divine Sense.

However, the mountains were serene, with no sign of any energy fluctuations.

He frowned, puzzled.

Zi Ji wouldn't lie to him, yet he truly couldn't sense anything.

Immediately, he took out the Heavenly Book and silently began to operate it, performing calculations. Instantly, within a world shrouded in layers of mist, he saw a brilliant beam of light descend from the sky.

There was a figure.

BANG!

That figure opened its cold eyes and unleashed a Sword Slash, shattering his attempt to scry.

Chen Pingping was seriously injured on the spot. He coughed up a large mouthful of blood and stumbled back several steps. When he looked at the Heavenly Book again, it had fallen silent.

"It's him!" Zi Ji said in a trembling voice, her fear palpable.

Elsewhere, Chen Shixian had also sensed it. Possessing the Ancient Divine Body, her Divine Sense was exceptionally powerful, yet even she could not perceive the figure's existence.

"Brother Chen, what's wrong?" Liuli called out.

"I'm fine!" He silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gazing in that direction.

This must be our second encounter, right? Heh. So powerful indeed.

Chen Pingping's eyes blazed, a fighting spirit kindling in their depths.

After lying low for so many years, to finally encounter an enemy so difficult to conquer... He had to admit, he was somewhat excited and greatly anticipated their actual meeting.

The Sacred Soldiers arrayed in my Sea of Consciousness are practically rusting away.

Now that I've revived to the Emperor Realm, I should be able to wield them.

The Paper Talisman Master gave me is still unused. If you dare show yourself, I will undoubtedly cut you down!

Thus, he mused...

"That woman was right; this bastard cannot be allowed to approach the Heavenly Road." Chen Shixian's expression was grave as she pondered how to trick Chen Pingping into leaving the Central Continent.

Clearly, this was a difficult problem.

The momentary fluctuation, though it quickly disappeared, still caught the attention of many people.

After all, many young talents had been keeping an eye on this place.

Liu Changqing was the first to arrive. Seeing the weeping Lu Wushuang, he felt a surge of irritation, almost wanting to cut him down with a single sword strike.

"This must be the place." Zhou Wu strode forward, his countenance growing increasingly solemn. He exuded an unangered, awe-inspiring presence, while within him, the Imperial Dynasty's Dragon Soul roared like a turbulent river, striking fear into the hearts of all who sensed it.

Soon after, the Saint Heir and the Saintess also arrived.

Numerous prodigies, peerless geniuses, and experts from many powerful factions arrived one after another.

At that moment, someone asked, "Has Chen Pingping arrived?"

"He arrived a while ago," another replied, their tone subdued and ominous.

The face of the man who had asked stiffened.

Upon hearing this, the assembled prodigies nearly coughed up blood. Why is that bastard still in the Central Continent? Why doesn't he just go and die?!

They all recalled past events: whenever they vied for a Great Opportunity, if Chen Pingping was present, they hardly ever stood a chance...

It wasn't just them; many powerhouses from major factions and even top-tier geniuses dared not make a reckless move.

Truly, what a scourge! This is the accursed era of Chen Pingping!

"Oh, everyone, don't panic! I just saw Chen Pingping get injured," someone spoke up.

"..."

Believe that? Even ghosts wouldn't believe it!

Unless the Dean of the Martial God Academy or a Holy Lord personally intervened, who in the entire Central Continent could possibly inflict serious injury upon Chen Pingping?

"The opening of the Heavenly Road this time is unlike any before. No matter how formidable Chen Pingping may be, he can't possibly contend against everyone," a young prodigy from the Huainan Region stated with composure.

Heh.

The nearby prodigies offered polite smiles.

"Say, did Chen Pingping really... *do it* with the Moon God?" a young man leaned in, his face alight with curiosity.