"You are my personal disciple!"
"On this trip to the Icebound Immortal Sect for the match, you represent not only the Great Void Sect, but also the honor of my Bamboo Peak!"
"Take this Storage Bag. Leave your Treasure Bag at home!"
With a wave of her hand, Yu Ning tossed him a Storage Bag.
He Pingsheng took it and looked it over. It was only a low-grade one.
Well...
Honestly, he was a little unimpressed.
Still, it was already quite generous of his master to do this much.
"Thank you, Master!" He Pingsheng thanked Yu Ning, then said to Ancestor Chongyang, "Patriarch, I'll go back and rearrange my things first. I'll be right back!"
"Go!" Chongyang waved a hand. "Once you're ready, I'll personally take you there!"
He Pingsheng returned to his little house.
He removed all the invisible Storage Bags he wore, dug a hole, and dropped them inside.
Then he filled the hole and covered it with a floor tile.
It fit without the slightest gap.
Why had he done this?
Because He Pingsheng was not sure whether a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator could see through his invisible Storage Bags.
If someone did see through them, wouldn't he be in danger?
Who knew whether any Nascent Soul Realm old monsters would attend the match?
Now that his master had given him a Storage Bag, he could simply take that.
He Pingsheng did not dare put too much inside it, either: just some herbs, a few Jade Slips, two supreme-grade flying swords that were magical artifacts, and a Shield.
That was all.
Of course, he also took a few spirit stones.
Once everything was ready, He Pingsheng boarded a Flying Boat that Ancestor Chongyang had brought out.
The Flying Boat was small, only ten feet long, just right