As for Hua Wuji hunting him down...
Li Ping would rather believe the threat existed than assume it did not.
So the moment he returned to Immortal Peach Mountain, he summoned Gu Musheng and bought all the spirit materials for making puppets that he had gathered during this time.
Li Ping made a rough inventory. Taken together, the spirit materials Gu Musheng had collected should be enough to make another second-tier upper-grade puppet.
He nodded in satisfaction, then said with a smile, "Musheng, I've run into a little trouble and need to go somewhere to lie low. I might not return for several decades."
"Huh?"
Gu Musheng looked startled at his words and asked anxiously, "Big Brother, what happened? Is there anything I can help with?"
Li Ping shook his head. This time, he might have provoked a cultivator at the late stage of core formation.
Never mind Gu Musheng, a mere foundation establishment cultivator-even if Windmist True Person were still alive, he would not dare intervene.
Of course, Li Ping had never intended to trouble anyone else anyway.
Had he not happened to discover the secret hidden in Yan Liming's memories while performing a Soul Search, he might have sought Yu Menghan's help by now, selling himself into her service in exchange for leaving the Western Wasteland.
But since he had somewhere to hide, Li Ping chose to hole up first.
At that thought, Li Ping smiled and patted Gu Musheng on the shoulder. "It's nothing serious. There's no need to worry, but you don't need to gather any more spirit materials."
Since he had chosen to enter the secret realm for secluded cultivation, he would not show himself again lightly before reaching the late stage of foundation establishment.
That might take several decades. Even if Gu Musheng collected