Ning Zheng: Send Blacksmiths to Humiliate the Fallen Immortal of a Lost Kingdom and Probe His Intentions

Esteemed Immortal Ping Cun was practically dead already. A wisp of his Law Clone's remnant soul had escaped, and he could only cultivate his realm anew.

Rebuilding his cultivation would take at least a million years.

After all, the Dao injury he had suffered was no simple matter.

"This bastard probably has countless people hunting him down, all wanting to loot his spoils, seize his legacy, take his wives and concubines, and beat up his son, Bottle Wine True Immortal."

"How did he find the time to log in here?"

At that moment, Ning Zheng's native tongue was speechlessness.

After pondering for a while, he came up with three possibilities.

One: Esteemed Immortal Ping Cun had been consumed by rage, plagued by bad luck, and lost his mind.

This was not an insult.

The Immortal Realm had some unique soul techniques that could inflict you with yin soul poison, stir up your seven emotions and six desires, and make you extremely prone to emotional outbursts.

Ping Cun was an Esteemed Immortal, but because he had suffered a weakness, he might have fallen victim to the secret schemes of numerous Esteemed Immortals.

Previously, when Esteemed Immortal Ping Cun chose to leave with his true body, his actions must have been controlled by rage!

And Jiuzhou had a similar technique.

Mei Ling Fish!

The very fellow who had been possessed by Food God.

This clan claimed to be merfolk and beauties capable of bringing ruin to kingdoms. They were impossible to guard against.

They possessed extraordinary charm, making their targets spend day and night with them until they helplessly fell in love.

But they went through several stages.

First love, passionate love, infatuation, mad love, and love unto death.

Their target would become crazily infatuated with them and constantly cling to them.