As he spoke, He Pingsheng's heart was filled with bitterness.
If he were given another chance, he would never get involved in this affair.
His cultivation was too low. If he joined the schemes of high-level Immortals, the outcome could never be good, no matter what.
This affair also served as a warning to He Pingsheng: in the future, unless he had sufficient strength, he must never meddle in matters he could not influence.
Really, there were too many variables.
Take today's affair, for example. He Pingsheng had coveted that eighth-grade Dao Origin essence blood. Although he had calculated that Empress Jade Bottle could not attack him, who could have imagined that her enemy would show up?
Greed, greed.
It was all greed at work!
"Amitabha..." Across from him, the monk in spotless white robes invoked the Buddha's name again and said, "It seems you still aren't telling the truth, young benefactor!"
"If that is the case, this old monk will have to help rid you of your inner demons!"
He Pingsheng said, "No, no, no... Master, everything I said is true! I'm neither Jade Bottle's disciple nor her descendant. I really only met her recently, and I helped her set up a formation a few years ago!"
"You are merely a Golden Immortal!" Buddha Emperor Lan Tuo said. "Do you think I would believe that?"
He Pingsheng immediately took out the [Heavenly Prison Soul-Tempering Formula] he had sold countless times. "I can... If you don't believe me, Master, take a look at this... I really am a sixth-grade Immortal Formation master!"
"I have no need to deceive you!"
"Besides, I have no connection whatsoever with Empress Jade Bottle. If you make a few inquiries in the Jade Bottle Immortal Enclosure, you can reach that conclusion yourself!"
Lan Tuo took