The next day, Ming Chanjuan and the other two finally managed to contact Jiang Ping.
As soon as the Communication Artifact was activated, Ming Chanjuan couldn't help but shout coldly:
"A mere Guest Elder dares to put on airs. We've prepared a banquet, and you, this scoundrel, have stood us up. Aren't you afraid of being robbed?"
To be honest, she had invited him several times before, but he had ignored her each time, which made her angry.
"Livestock..."
Just as the True Wei Huaide was about to speak, Li Buyu stopped him.
His expression was indifferent; he wanted to see what tricks the other party could pull.
After a moment of silence on the other end, Jiang Ping's voice came through:
"A settlement has been reached."
After he finished speaking, the magical artifact hummed and then faded away.
Clearly, Jiang Ping had ended the communication.
At that moment, the three of them froze on the spot, completely stunned.
"That beast!"
Wei Huaide gritted his teeth, his face turning ashen.
He clenched his fist involuntarily, and instantly a tremendous force surged forth like a volcano, causing the surrounding space to crack open.
An extremely dangerous Qi Mechanism gradually revived, and even Ming Chanjuan, the Third Seat of the Lower True Disciple, felt immense pressure.
This is the Unrivaled saint who reigns supreme over all!
Fortunately, Wei Huaide restrained himself. After all, this was the Qingling Main City, and even a True Saint wouldn't dare to act recklessly.
Otherwise, he would have wanted to "visit" the heavens last night.
Beside him, Li Buyu, dressed in white, had a deep, unfathomable gaze, serious and composed.
He seemed surprised too; the outcome was unexpected.
His senior brother was killed, and they should have kowtowed and confessed their guilt, but in Jiang Pingping's mouth, it was their fault.
Li Buyu's eyes were deep and unfathomable, but he still spoke softly:
"Contact him again!"
The Dao Seed in charge of communications no longer followed Ming Chanjuan's instructions. He could tell that the Young Supreme was truly enraged, so he immediately called back.
After the ritual instrument hummed several times, unlike the previous night when no one responded, it quickly became responsive.
"Is there anything else?"
Jiang Pingping's voice rang out again from the other side.
This time, neither Li Buyu nor his master Wei Huaide spoke immediately.
Instead, Ming Chanjuan, who was impatiently standing by, acted as a messenger and directly questioned:
"Jiang Pingping, what do you mean? Do you think you can Anran just by joining my Qingling Palace? How many Guest Elders have died over the years?"
"Do not disturb my seclusion unless absolutely necessary."
After he finished speaking, the communication was cut off again.
Ming Chanjuan: "..."
After the third successful contact, Ming Chanjuan learned her lesson and realized that threats were useless against Jiang Pingping. She immediately said:
"You killed someone, yet you still have a good chance of becoming Peak Dao Seed among True Saints. Shouldn't you give an explanation for this?"
Across from him, Jiang Ping paused for a moment before replying:
"What are you going to explain? Since you dared to provoke me, you should be prepared for disaster. What, are you saying that Ning Tianhe is allowed to act recklessly, but I can't take action?"
"He was merely trying to stop you from harming someone, so why did you kill him outright?"
"Knowing that I have an irreconcilable feud with another person, he still dared to interfere. Do you think he deserved to be killed?"
"So, you've never felt you were wrong to kill my disciple?"
It was Wei Huaide who spoke; his eyes were sinister and filled with murderous intent.
What's wrong with that?
"You..."
Wei Huaide wanted to say something more, but Li Buyu interrupted him.
Li Buyu stepped forward and spoke into the Communication Artifact:
"If that's the case, what is your purpose in having us come from Qingdi City to Nine Clouds City?"
"Let me see your sincerity in begging for forgiveness."
The three people. "..."
Wei Huaide laughed in anger, then scoffed, "I beg for forgiveness?"
"You've been chasing me for half a month, and that man surnamed Li even issued a kill order, forcing Pei Kong to intervene. I believe you've come here to resolve this grudge."
Isn't that so?
Buzz!
This time, it was Li Buyu who proactively cut off the communication.
He turned and left, leaving only a chilling sentence in the air:
"There's nothing more to say, so let's fight to the death!!"
In the heavens, within a Palace...
Ye Qingyun looked at Jiang Ping with a strange expression:
Brother Jiang seems unwilling to resolve this grudge.
Jiang Ping waved his hand and said, "It's because they don't want to resolve this."
If the other party truly wanted to settle the score, they shouldn't have immediately pursued and killed him, issuing a kill order.
After he became Guest Elder, the two men came to him again, saying they wanted a peaceful resolution, but they just wanted to make money off him.
And judging from this display of force, they're definitely asking for an exorbitant price.
Given that, why would he give him a friendly look?
Moreover, he never felt he had done anything wrong by killing Ning Tianhe, so what was the point of resolving grudges?
Trying to squeeze resources out of him? That's impossible, even in your next life.
"They simply think that Jiang is still weak and easy to bully. Let's see in a few years whether they dare to come looking for me then?"
Jiang Ping stood in the pavilion, looking down at Nine Clouds City, and his voice slowly rose.
He then went straight to the Quiet room, wanting to make the most of the remaining time to improve himself.
Although no one dares to touch him within the Qingling Palace, once he leaves Qingling, he will definitely have to be wary of that master and disciple pair.
Time passed day by day, and two years went by in the blink of an eye.
The Heavenly Maiden has departed.
In Qingdi City, inside a restaurant that offered good value for money, Li Wanjuan was drinking alone, feeling melancholy.
Zhong Shenxiu resigned from his position Guest Elder and left Qingling Palace, taking Lin Zhizhen with him to another splendid place.
This happened a few days ago, but he only learned about it from someone else.
"Have you heard? Ji Wushuang, the closed-door disciple of the Yin-Yang Venerable, went to Heavenly Heart Cave half a month ago."
"I've heard that. That person's talent is indeed very high, definitely not weaker than the top few of the Lower True Disciple. It is said that he has already broken through Thirty percent of the authority level and is gradually on the way to breaking through to the fourth level. According to the prediction of his fellow disciples, his upper limit is likely to break through to the fifth level at the Divine Travel stage."
"I'm so envious. Ji Wushuang has risen to the top in one step. She might very well become another Yin and Yang Grandmaster in the future."
"Yes, I've heard that many True Disciple disciples want to befriend him. I was born in North Nether and was also a Dao Seed, but unfortunately, I couldn't become his close friend back then."
"Who says otherwise? I heard an interesting story about him. He has an old acquaintance in Nine Clouds City, a Peak figure named Ye Qingyun. For some reason, that person offended a steward surnamed Liu, and for the past two years, Deacon Liu has been deducting his contribution points."
Ye Qingyun was foolish; he hadn't revealed this to Ji Wushuang until recently at a gathering, when he got drunk and couldn't help but blurt it out. Ji Wushuang immediately went to find Liu Ruhai.
Guess what happened?
The Deacon Liu, whose strength rivaled that of a True Saint, obediently apologized and reportedly returned three times the contribution points.
"Is that Deacon Liu an idiot? Didn't he do any research beforehand?"
"I heard he has True Disciple and is a habitual embezzler, but he's finally caught this time."
Li Wanjuan listened to this news with an indescribable complex expression in his eyes.
Since he chose to follow Pei Kong, his life has not been as comfortable as before.
Since Pei Kong was severely punished by his master, he has not had enough contribution points. Sometimes he has to borrow them from his followers, and of course, he has never returned them.
Li Wanjuan drank his wine, gazing at the distant sky, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
Was my choice wrong back then?