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"You... how is it possible..." The old man, covered in blood, fell down with a look of horror on his face. His aura was gradually fading. The turmoil of blood within him had already shattered his Heart, and although he appeared uninjured on the outside, he was beyond saving.
"I told you, it would be you who dies. It's a pity you didn't believe me," Ren Pingsheng said softly. His plain eyes merely glanced at him before turning to look at the terrified First-Grade Hall Young Master not far away.
With only the cultivation of a high-level Zongji Jing, witnessing a Perfect Sect Level Elder unable to withstand even a single move from Ren Pingsheng made it clear that he was also waiting for death, which naturally filled him with fear.
At this point, he dared not entertain any thoughts of revenge and immediately turned to flee. He ran as fast as he could; this was a matter of life and death, and he had summoned all his strength.
"I didn't let you go. Where do you think you're going?" Ren Pingsheng flashed and blocked his path, asking in a calm voice.
"You... what do you want? I am the Young Master of One-Pin Hall, and my Father is the sect master of One-Pin Hall, an Emperor-Level Expert. If you kill me, you won't have a good ending either," he stammered, trembling slightly, unsure if it was from fear or excitement when mentioning his Father.
"An Emperor-Level Expert? Then how come you are such a cowardly son who doesn't know the heights of heaven or depths of earth? Besides, if I want to kill you, I will. What can your Father being an Emperor-Level Expert do about it?"
"Don't you fear death? The terror of an Emperor-Level Expert is beyond your imagination. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, he can find you. If you let me go, our enmity will be settled. What do you think?" Yin Tian said, forcing himself to sound calm.
"Is that so? I feel that if I let you go, it would be me who wouldn't survive," Ren Pingsheng said lightly. "So I've decided that your life is now mine. But don't worry; I won't kill you. This is a poison. As long as you are more than twenty miles away from me, it will explode and shatter your Heart."
Without giving him time to hesitate, Ren Pingsheng reached out and grabbed his throat. With a swift motion, the poison entered his body before he released him.
"Cough cough... You actually dared to make me take poison," Yin Tian gasped while clutching his throat and coughing hard. Unfortunately, the poison had long since disappeared; no matter how much he coughed, he couldn't expel it.
"What? Do you want to die right now? If that's the case, I wouldn't mind helping you."
"You..." He looked at Ren Pingsheng's expressionless face and immediately closed his mouth obediently. To be honest, he didn't want to die at all; as a Young Master of One-Pin Hall, he had a bright future ahead and couldn't bear to die.
He believed that Ren Pingsheng used this method to subdue him out of fear of his Father. With this thought in mind, he felt reassured; at most, One-Pin Hall would waste some Treasure to get him back. However, his heart was far from calm; he was thinking that if he escaped this time, he would definitely have his Father personally deal with Ren Pingsheng to eliminate his hatred.
"Oh? There are actually people chasing after us; they really don't know when they're going to die." Ren Pingsheng tidied up the old man's belongings and turned to look into the distance where other martial artists were approaching. It seemed many martial artists had set their sights on them.
These were Perfect Sect Level martial artists who had been secretly following them from behind earlier but had split up when Ren Pingsheng's group separated. Those pursuing them hesitated for a while before deciding to chase after them.
Fortunately, Ren Pingsheng was fast enough; otherwise, by the time this battle ended, they would likely have arrived already. Three Perfect Sect Level martial artists surrounding them would pose quite a threat.
"Oh, kid, you actually didn't run away. It seems you have some self-awareness and know you can't escape. Hand over the Treasure, and I might let you go," said the two approaching warriors, their faces filled with excitement as they anticipated getting their hands on the Treasure.
"Enough with the nonsense; you can die now." Ren Pingsheng stood up, his blood-red eyes fixed on them, grinning widely, his white teeth glinting ominously. With a wave of his hand, a wave of red Sword Qi enveloped them.
"Bang... Hmph, kid, you underestimate us. This Sword Qi is impressive, but it won't trap us," they retorted, quickly breaking free with a few swift moves.
"Is that so? I hope you remain this confident in the next moment," he said lightly with a smile.
"Playing tricks, you... ah... what is this..." The two Perfect Sect Level warriors scoffed at first but were suddenly overwhelmed by excruciating pain as their blood boiled within them like Lava. Their Meridian systems were in chaos, slowly creeping towards their Heart.
"Ah... suppress it!" They screamed in agony while trying various methods to control the surging blood. Unfortunately, under the influence of the 80% Blood Realm, their blood surged like a raging river, unstoppable. Neither True Qi nor Artistic Conception could withstand it.
"What a pity; your understanding of Artistic Conception isn't even at 80%. No wonder you're meeting your end here," Ren Pingsheng said softly. To resist an 80% Blood Realm, one would need at least an equal level of understanding in Artistic Conception. Sadly, neither of these two Perfect Sect Level warriors had reached that level; it seemed their strength was merely at the bottom tier.
"Ah... save me..." They clawed at their bodies, deep wounds visible to the bone as blood gushed out. It was both terrifying and bizarre, especially for Yin Tian, who felt a chill in his heart. He developed an instinctive fear of Ren Pingsheng.
"Did you see that? If you try to escape, you'll end up in a similar situation when the poison acts up," Ren Pingsheng waved his hand to end their suffering and then collected his belongings before turning to leave.
"Wait for me..." When the dazed Yin Tian came to his senses, Ren Pingsheng had already walked far away. Terrified, he immediately chased after him. The horrifying scene from just moments ago lingered in his mind. If even the Perfect Sect Level warriors couldn't withstand it and died in pain, he would surely suffer even worse if the poison took effect. At that moment, he was afraid that if Ren Pingsheng abandoned him or ran away, he wouldn't dare to distance himself even slightly.
Just like that, two days passed in the blink of an eye. In this space, three to four hundred warriors continuously chased and fought each other; some obtained the Treasure Heritage, while others lost their lives.
Among them, the most unfortunate was probably Duan Jun. After a fierce Battle, he finally seized a Jade Tablet. However, upon inspection, he realized it was not an Emperor-Level Technique, but merely a King-Level Body Technique. The only explanation for this outcome was that someone had swapped out the real technique midway and replaced it with this King-Level Body Technique.
"Ah... don't let me find out who did this; otherwise, I will tear you apart!" he roared skyward. Although the King-Level Body Technique wasn't bad, the gap between it and an Emperor-Level Technique was vast—like a distance of 80 thousand miles.
In another part of this space, Ren Pingsheng appeared deep in thought while holding a Jade Tablet. This particular tablet recorded an Emperor-Level Technique called Emperor's Secret, which had been fiercely contested earlier. When he first obtained the tablet, he tucked it away discreetly to avoid drawing attention.
When he took it out again, he had secretly swapped it for another Jade Tablet. They all knew that within the Azure Dragon Hall, one could not store a Heritage Jade Tablet in a Spatial Ring, so no one attempted to do so. This allowed him to avoid immediate detection.
Later on, after they exited the Main Hall, the Jade Tablet changed hands several times. Even if someone discovered it later on, no one would suspect that this trickery came from him—a mere guy at the Initial Stage of Sect Level.
"The Emperor's Secret? What a pity I can't cultivate it; perhaps it will be useful someday," thought Ren Pingsheng, putting it away after a moment's consideration. He then took out another item: "A King-Level Inheritance Pearl. Too bad I can't use it."
This is the light that flew out from the Main Hall. Just as he was about to continue counting his other gains, the entire space of the Qinglong Hall began to shake violently.
"What’s happening? Is the Qinglong Hall about to end? It’s been three days since we came in; it should be about time." He immediately flew into the sky and looked into the distance.
"Wait, this is..." In the distance, a brilliant light streaked across the sky like a meteor, falling toward the far end. Suddenly, the entire space of the Qinglong Hall was illuminated.
"This... this must be an extraordinary inheritance! At least it’s of royal level, and there’s a good chance it’s imperial level. It seems to have a purpose; I just don’t know where it will land." Ren Pingsheng thought to himself. This light far surpassed the dozens of lights seen before. Even if they were combined, they wouldn’t be as dazzling.
The martial artists who saw this light were stunned; their thoughts were similar to Ren Pingsheng's—this was likely an imperial level inheritance. In that moment, they all went crazy, immediately stopping their fights and rushing toward the direction where the light was falling. Obtaining an imperial level inheritance was akin to soaring to great heights; even imperial level techniques couldn’t compare.
Imperial level techniques require gradual cultivation, relying on one’s own talent. Even if you are extraordinarily talented, becoming an imperial level expert is still a long process because it requires too many things; just one technique is far from enough.
An imperial level inheritance, however, is something condensed by an imperial level expert before their death. It contains various insights from the expert's life and a large amount of Source Power, allowing a martial artist to grow faster.
A martial artist with monstrous talent at the sect level, with continuous opportunities and no mid-journey setbacks, would still need at least four to five hundred years to become an imperial level expert. If they refined an imperial level inheritance, then at most in two hundred years, they could become a formidable imperial level expert. This is what makes inheritances so attractive and drives people mad.
Ren Pingsheng and Yin Tian also quickly sped toward the direction where the light was falling. They chased for an hour, encountering more and more martial artists along the way. Their goal was the same: to obtain the inheritance.
Soon, they saw a crowd gathered around someone enveloped in light, sitting quietly in the center. It seemed that the light had landed on this person, who was now in the process of merging and refining.
"How could it be her?" Upon seeing the figure shrouded in light, Ren Pingsheng's expression changed as he exclaimed in surprise.
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