Bang...
A stone pedestal in He Pingsheng's room was smashed to pieces by a single swing of the Yellow Turban Strongman's axe.
So powerful!
Even He Pingsheng was stunned by the sight.
If that axe struck a cultivator, even one at the qi refining stage would suffer serious injuries at the very least.
"Withdraw!"
He Pingsheng waved his hand and dismissed the spell. The Yellow Turban Strongman dissolved back into a cloud of golden spiritual power and returned to his Dantian.
For some time afterward, He Pingsheng continued cultivating.
His days were fairly simple.
Meditating, cultivating, and refining pills!
About another half a year passed, and He Pingsheng's cultivation finally reached the peak of the sixth layer of qi refining stage. Only a hair's breadth separated him from the seventh layer.
He estimated that he would make the breakthrough in a month at most.
Just then, three deep, resonant bell tolls suddenly rang out from Yu Ning Palace.
He Pingsheng hurriedly put his things away and stood up. He knew that three tolls meant his master was summoning her disciples. She probably had something important to tell them.
Not daring to delay, He Pingsheng hastily changed into a clean Daoist robe and went to the entrance of Yu Ning Palace.
By the time he arrived, quite a few people had already gathered there.
"Come in, all of you!" His master's voice came from inside Yu Ning Palace.
The disciples entered the main hall one by one, each showing due respect.
At the center of the hall stood a blue-green stone lotus dais. Their master, Yu Ning, was sitting on it.
On the floor below were three rows of meditation cushions.
Three in each row.
Nine in total.
He Pingsheng ranked ninth, so these nine cushions were naturally meant for the