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Ren Pingsheng's Sword Qi enveloped a white radiance, and he immediately withdrew his hand. Although his strength was considerable, he did not dare to provoke others any further. There were many Treasures emerging this time; he could secretly seize one. However, if he took a few more, he might attract unwanted attention.
Now, dealing with one of Ying Yitian's uncles was already troublesome enough; if he attracted another, it would be akin to courting death!
Seizing Treasures was not that easy. Sometimes two people would focus on the same one, leading to inevitable battles, resulting in chaos everywhere. There were conflicts between individuals and also between them and Demon Beasts. Interestingly, the Demon Beasts tended to avoid each other.
"Ha ha, this Treasure is mine!" Suddenly, a martial artist from Zongji Jing made his move, intercepting a white radiance. It had been accidentally knocked away by two King-Level Experts during their fight and landed right in front of him. Unable to resist the temptation, he immediately reached out to grab it.
"Damn it, die!" The two King-Level Experts saw their hard-earned Treasure being snatched by a mere Zong-level Martial Artist and could no longer hold back; they both struck down with a palm.
"Ah..." The Zong-level Martial Artist, whether truly blinded by the Treasure or not, surprisingly did not let go under such circumstances and even thought of resisting.
Unfortunately, his strength was far too lacking. Moreover, facing the furious strikes of two King-Level Experts, he was quickly turned into a pile of mush. The Treasure he had obtained immediately flew out as the two King-Level Experts chased after it.
Although they left, the nearby Zong-level Martial Artists who witnessed this scene felt a chill in their hearts. Among them were those who had prepared to take advantage of the chaos, but after seeing this scene, they all abandoned their last thoughts. To seize a Treasure required strength; without it, one was simply courting death.
"How do you feel?" Seeing Tang Danqing open his eyes, Ren Pingsheng asked with a smile.
"Much better. Is there another Treasure emerging? It's a pity my strength isn't enough; otherwise, I could have fought for it," Tang Danqing nodded and said with some regret.
"Indeed, everything comes down to strength. However, your progress has been quite rapid; in just a few months, you've gone from High-Level Sect Realm to Half-Step Monarch."
"Unfortunately, I'm still far behind you. It seems I have a long way to go!"
"By the way, I’m curious why you helped me just now; we don't seem to have any connection," Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but voice his confusion. He didn't believe that a stranger would help him for no reason at such a critical moment.
"Why help you? How should I put it? Actually, the reason I was able to embark on the path of cultivation is thanks to you," Tang Danqing said with some emotion.
"Thanks to me? How so?"
"Perhaps you've long forgotten, but back then, you inadvertently gave a carriage driver a cultivation technique. That person was my Father. It was that cultivation technique that set me on the path of cultivation. Later, when I met my Master, I was able to achieve my current level of skill."
"A carriage driver? A cultivation technique?" Ren Pingsheng's expression became somewhat dazed, as if he vaguely recalled something from long ago. At that time, he had returned from the Azure Wind Sword Sect to Huangshi Village and was pursued by warriors from the Warrior Realm in Black Crow Forest, suffering serious injuries. He later hired a carriage while nursing his wounds and traveling.
During the journey, the carriage driver mentioned that he had a son who also wanted to cultivate, but unfortunately, he lacked the ability. Moved by this, Ren Pingsheng gave him a cultivation technique he had no use for. That technique was merely for the Qi Refinement Stage and wasn't particularly advanced.
"That's right. You may not know this, but my Father was quite talented in his youth; he was skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, due to some misfortunes later on, he fell to the status of a carriage driver. After receiving the technique, out of gratitude, he painted your portrait and hung it up."
Tang Danqing glanced at Ren Pingsheng and continued, "Since I was young, he made me remember the person in the portrait, saying that you were our great benefactor. He wanted me to repay your kindness if I ever had the chance to succeed in my cultivation. So when I saw you at the Rising Dragon Conference, I recognized you immediately."
"I see! How is your Father now?" Ren Pingsheng nodded. Although nearly twenty years had passed, he hadn't changed much aside from looking a bit more mature. He never expected that a casual act from back then would lead to this moment today.
"He passed away ten years ago and always remembered your kindness before he died."
"It wasn't such a great kindness; for you and me, that kind of technique really isn't much at all. You're doing better now; hurry and leave here. Ying Yitian is after me; if you leave now, he shouldn't trouble you anymore."
"Be careful yourself; I know your strength, but I'm afraid even a King-Level Expert might not be able to keep you safe," Tang Danqing hesitated for a moment before nodding. He realized he couldn't be of much help here.
Just then, a beam of light suddenly turned in the distance and flew toward Ren Pingsheng. This startled both Ren Pingsheng and Tang Danqing.
Turning to look, they discovered it was actually a golden light. Their expressions changed drastically as they both knew that those competing for such Treasures were all Emperor-Level Experts. They immediately dodged to avoid it.
Unfortunately, this golden light seemed to have singled out Ren Pingsheng, turning and flying swiftly towards him. In just a few flashes, it reached Ren Pingsheng's embrace and then vanished in an instant.
"Damn it!" Ren Pingsheng's face changed dramatically as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had already spotted the distant Emperor-Level Expert with an angry expression. It was the summoned Emperor-Level Expert with the surname Fan.
How could he not be furious? The treasure he had tirelessly pursued for half a day had fallen into the hands of a Half-Step Monarch, leaving him in a dire predicament. These four golden lights seemed to possess a certain intelligence and moved at incredible speed; even he found it difficult to catch them in a short time. He could only continue to chase from behind, using various martial techniques to intercept.
After a minute of struggle, he was on the verge of catching up when the golden light suddenly changed direction and flew downward. In just a few breaths, it entered Ren Pingsheng's body before he could react.
"Run! This is dangerous!" Ren Pingsheng shouted, not looking back as he flew off in one direction with astonishing speed, putting forth all his strength.
Tang Danqing understood that Ren Pingsheng was reminding him to leave as well. Since Ying Yitian and his uncle were still here, he quickly changed direction and flew off in another way.
Ren Pingsheng's earlier behavior clearly indicated that he did not want Tang Danqing to follow. Even if several people joined forces against an Emperor-Level Expert, they would still be powerless. Now, all he could do was pray for Ren Pingsheng's safety while yearning for greater strength.
"Kid, where do you think you're going? Leave the treasure for me!" The Emperor-Level Expert with the surname Fan's expression turned cold as he slapped his hand backward. Ren Pingsheng, who had already distanced himself, felt his entire body tighten and found himself unable to move. The enormous hand descended directly upon him.
"Ah..." He felt as if his body was about to shatter under the terrifying pressure, blood spurting everywhere, making the scene look horrifying.
"I can't die; break free for me!" He roared as the second stage of Killing Heart activated completely. Unfortunately, the terror of an Emperor-Level Expert was beyond that of a King-Level Expert. Even if his strength suddenly quadrupled, he still couldn't break free from the Emperor-Level Expert's grasp.
"Poof..." Finally, as the hand came crashing down, Ren Pingsheng was sent flying, covered in wounds. One injury nearly split him in half.
The Thousand Silk Armor that had always protected him seemed to have reached its limit and shattered into pieces. Just moments ago, it had blocked the most terrifying attack; otherwise, Ren Pingsheng would have likely been cleaved in two.
"Boom..." He crashed to the ground, creating a pit as blood stained the rocky mountain peak.
"Hmph, you reckless brat, you stole the Treasure and still think you can escape." The Emperor-Level Expert with the surname Fan looked at Ren Pingsheng in the Pit with a mocking expression.
"Uh... I can't die... I can't die..." Ren Pingsheng mumbled unconsciously, already on the brink of unconsciousness. The terrifying blow he had just received had left his body in tatters, and he was slowly beginning to collapse, fearing that it wouldn't be long before he breathed his last.
The martial artists watching from a distance were astonished; the Emperor-Level Expert was indeed terrifying. Among them, Ying Yitian and his uncle reacted the most. They harbored deep hatred for Ren Pingsheng, and since they hadn't been able to do anything to him earlier, seeing his current state naturally filled them with excitement.
"Haha... Ren Pingsheng, you really brought this upon yourself by provoking an Emperor-Level Expert. Now you're truly going to die without a burial place. Although it's a bit regrettable that I can't deal with you myself, it doesn't matter," Ying Yitian said with an excited expression.
At this moment, he felt the most exhilarated. He was originally a genius from the Heavenly Martial Academy, shining brightly with limitless potential for the future. Unfortunately, during the Rising Dragon Conference, he was continuously defeated by Ren Pingsheng, leaving him humiliated.
This deepened his obsession with Ren Pingsheng, as he had always hoped to defeat him. This was why he came to the Ancient Ruins Space in search of opportunities. Later, he even resorted to using his uncle's King Level Boundary to try to kill Ren Pingsheng, but unfortunately, he did not succeed. Now seeing Ren Pingsheng on the verge of death naturally made him unable to contain his excitement.
"Hmph, where is the Treasure, brat?" The Emperor-Level Expert with the surname Fan waved his hand, and Ren Pingsheng flew out, firmly held in mid-air by his imposing aura. At this moment, he angrily asked.
"Not going to say? Very well!" He snorted angrily, his aura surging. Under the pressure of his intimidation, Ren Pingsheng's body began to twist slowly, blood gushing forth like a fountain.
Originally close to unconsciousness, he was jolted back to awareness by the pain; however, in this boundless agony, he immediately fainted again, only letting out unconscious screams.
"Very well, if you won't speak, it doesn't matter. Once I crush you into pieces, the Treasure will naturally come out," he chuckled sinisterly as his aura grew stronger.
At this moment, under the terrifying intimidation, Ren Pingsheng's body had already collapsed significantly. It seemed that in the next instant, he would be crushed into a pile of flesh.
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