The Wheel of Fortune Turns, and Now It Was His Turn to Decide Life and Death
Looking at Lu Ping, who had repaired his mother's belongings, Si Wangshu raced, and her cheeks inexplicably felt hot.
However, she immediately stopped her wandering thoughts.
She put away her hairpin, took a step back, straightened her skirt, and gave Lu Ping a graceful bow.
"Thank you so much, senior..."
Her voice trembled slightly, a tremor she herself was unaware of.
"I, Wangshu, would never be able to repay your kindness, even if I were to sacrifice myself. If you ever need my assistance in the future, I, Wangshu, will never refuse."
Then, Si Wangshu took out a white jade token.
The token is only three inches long, made of warm jade, with an ancient seal character "Si" engraved on the front, and a faint blue dragon cloud pattern on the back.
"If you ever visit the Azure Dragon Upper Domain, senior..."
"You must come to the Si Clan as a guest; Wang Shu will certainly prepare a warm welcome."
Lu Ping glanced at the white jade token and was slightly taken aback.
The token eventually ended up in his hands.
"If I have the chance, I will go."
Si Wangshu left the white jade token behind, bowed again, and stepped out of the cave abode.
Her pale blue dress swept across the stone steps, but she didn't turn around.
Outside the cave abode, the old woman had already released the Cloud Boat, waiting for Si Wangshu.
With everything at the Greenwood Sect settled, Si Wangshu needed to rush back to Dangang City in the Azure Dragon Upper Domain to deal with the undercurrents within the Si Clan.
Those who are direct descendants of the Aristocratic Clan enjoy enormous resources, but they also naturally bear corresponding responsibilities and pressures.
Lu Ping stood in front of the cave abode, watching her figure disappear completely.
This girl is very tactful and knows when to advance and when to retreat.
What an excellent partner!
The connection with the Si Clan should be secure.
Lu Ping put away the token, his gaze sweeping over the empty cave abode, while his mind quickly deduced the next plan.
Lu Ping's mind raced.
The Ten-Thousand-Breath Cloak flowed over his body like water, and with a flash of silver-gray illusion patterns, the texture of the fabric completely disappeared.
Lu Ping completely disappeared, merging into this world.
Outside the cave abode, high in the sky, a Crow silently swooped through the clouds, flying towards the direction of the Azure Cloud Sect's Mountain Gate.
One hour later.
Above the Qingling Border Region, a giant Flying Boat engraved with the cloud patterns of the Azure Cloud Sect slowly broke through the sea of clouds.
The Flying Boat was surrounded by surging Spiritual Qi, and Array Patterns flickered.
Han Shishan sat alone in the Quiet Chamber on the top floor of the Flying Boat.
A pot of Spirit Tea sat before him, but the tea had long since gone cold.
His eyes were closed, and his expression was arrogant.
The pressure from the Nascent Soul cultivator spread out faintly, making the atmosphere on the entire Flying Boat a bit more solemn.
It wasn't worth him making a special trip to a small, remote sect that had lost a member of a Border Region.
However, the Han Household's situation within the sect is currently delicate, and he needs to use the most swift and decisive means to declare that the Han Household's authority is not to be challenged.
He has already made up his mind.
Upon arriving at the Greenwood Sect, regardless of who the new Sect Master is or what powerful backer he has, they are all killed with a single blow, and then a more obedient person is promoted to the position.
To kill the chicken as a warning to the monkey.
Then, using this as an excuse, they smeared three feet of dirt on those idiots from the Greenwood Sect.
Even with its meager resources, the Greenwood Sect could scrape together tens of thousands of Low-Grade Spirit Stones, enough to at least make up for the Han Household's recent losses.
Just then, in the Quiet Chamber, a barely perceptible ripple flashed and disappeared behind him.
"Snap."
A Low-Grade Spirit Stone appeared out of thin air without warning and hurtled towards Han Shishan.
Han Shishan instinctively shattered the Spirit Stone with a palm strike.
[I'm the Client, this agreement is effective.]
A chilling crisis of death suddenly descended!
He turned around abruptly.
A hand, an ordinary-looking, even somewhat delicate hand, had already gripped his neck.
That hand clearly didn't use any Spiritual Power, yet the pure physical strength it contained was like a mountain, pressing down on him and making him unable to move.
The Fourth Layer the Hundred-Forged Medicine Body Formula unleashes the full power of the physical body.
Han Shishan, a dignified Nascent Soul, was actually suppressed and captured by this pure brute force.
He desperately activated his Nascent Soul, his Spiritual Power surging back in an attempt to break free from the grasp.
But at that moment, a silver nebula slowly unfolded behind him.
An even greater crisis than before is looming.
Inside the nebula, billions of points of light floated and sank, emanating a terrifying aura capable of annihilating everything.
Star River Myriad Blades.
At the same time, countless invisible threads emerged from the Void, binding the Nascent Soul within his Dantian, tightening their grip.
Spirit-Winding Thread!
The Nascent Soul was locked, and the true essence stagnated.
Life and death hang in the balance, determined by the other's single thought.
Just then, footsteps came from the corridor Quiet Chamber.
"Elder, is there anything you require?"
The voice of the accompanying disciple came through the door.
Han Shishan's neck was being choked, and his face turned bright red.
He could sense that if the other party had a single thought, that nebula would shred him and his nascent Nascent Soul into dust.
The pressure on this hand loosened slightly.
Han Shishan lowered his voice, forcing himself to remain calm, and said...
"Nothing else, you may leave."
As the footsteps outside faded into the distance, Han Shishan felt as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.
In the Void, Lu Ping's figure gradually became visible.
He was dressed in the simple everyday clothes of the Greenwood Sect Master, and looked calmly at the Nascent Soul Ancestor he was carrying.
Lu Ping's mind flashed back to the scene from the last simulation, where the old man was suspended in mid-air, shouting, "Whoever killed a Han Household, shall commit suicide to atone for their sins."
Fortune's wheel turns, and now it's his turn to decide life and death.
"Fellow Daoist Han."
Lu Ping spoke as if he were chatting casually in a teahouse.
"I, Lu Ping, the Greenwood Sect Master, wish to join the Azure Cloud Sect."
Han Shishan's eyes were practically bulging out.
You... you already have this kind of strength, why are you so foolish as to join the Azure Cloud Sect and have to be subservient to others?
But he didn't dare ask.
The hand on his neck was like an iron clamp, and the poisonous threads on his Nascent Soul were even more deadly.
Han Shishan had no doubt that if he dared to utter even half a word of dissent, this man would snap his neck without hesitation.
Han Shishan swallowed.
"The Azure Cloud Sect... has always had the custom of appointing guest elders."
"Fellow Daoist, as long as you return to the sect with me, I will report to the Sect Master. Once the Sect Master approves, you can naturally enter the sect."
"With your strength, Fellow Daoist, the Sect Master will surely be overjoyed, and the position of Guest Elder will be within your grasp."
Report back to the family, submit a report, and obtain approval.
Moreover, background checks are unavoidable.
Lu Ping's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of impatience lingered in his heart.
By the time this whole process is completed, the daylily buds are already cold.
The efficiency of Great Sects is always hampered by layers of approvals.
Instead of wasting this time, Lu Ping might as well go directly to the Yi Wood Middle Domain to find Ye Zhi.
"Anything else?"