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Gu Ping glanced at Liu Lao Jiu and pointed at Zhuang Zhixian, saying, "I think he doesn't believe it."
"Let him not believe it; I never expected anything from him anyway," Liu Lao Jiu shrugged.
"Does he really deny it?" Zhuang Zhixian asked, somewhat incredulous. Although he came from Taihong Immortal Mountain, the Feiyuxuzong and Moon River Sect were formidable forces in the World of Mortals that could rival Taihong Immortal Mountain. Why would those terrifying powers send their disciples to pursue that guy?
Suddenly, Zhuang Zhixian seemed to realize something. There were Foundation Establishment Stage disciples, but no Golden Core or Nascent Soul practitioners. What did that mean? It seemed he had said something enlightening; those forces were all pulling each other down, afraid to reveal their true strength first. Now they were just sending out some small fry.
"Wait, are you sure there are no Foundation Establishment cultivators among them?" Zhuang Zhixian suddenly asked, catching Gu Ping off guard.
"I believe it now."
"Stop talking nonsense; how could I deny that person?" Zhuang Zhixian said impatiently, feeling that Gu Ping was playing tricks on him.
"No, I'm certain," Gu Ping shook his head firmly. "There weren't any before, but who knows about now?"
"What exactly is going on?" Zhuang Zhixian suddenly became curious about what kind of genius or treasure could attract those major forces.
"A book, a light book." Gu Ping didn't directly mention the Light Canon but instead referred to it as a light book.
Zhuang Zhixian fell silent. His face flushed; it made sense now. Gu Ping might not know what had happened in the heavenly realm, but he had been paying attention to the cultivation world and naturally knew about the significant event that had shaken the entire world.
Zun Wei Guang was ambushed by the Five Great Gates, and then the Heavenly Five Great Gates united to launch a war against the Light. Although that battle ended in a swift defeat for the Light, the encirclement continued relentlessly. The wildfires could not be extinguished; with spring winds blowing again, who was the wildfire and who was the spring wind?
Perhaps that kid's legs are just like the book, and whether it brings spring breezes or not is the most important question. If that object is not significant, then handing it over could save one’s life, but unfortunately, it happens to be a book.
In just a few minutes, Zhuang Zhixian unraveled the problem Gu Ping had been contemplating. The moment he clarified everything, he realized that this book absolutely must not be touched. Whoever dares to touch it will face endless pursuit in the Heavenly Gate and Infinite realms. Sometimes, those so-called cultivators can truly instill fear with their Killing Leg.
Zhuang Zhixian shook his head and said, "I am too weak."
Gu Ping understood that Zhuang Zhixian had certainly grasped his current situation. Clearly, Zhuang Zhixian was a very intelligent person. Since he had realized this, it meant there might still be hope, however slim. Even if the hope was faint, Gu Ping was determined to fight for Yi Dong. The path ahead was already a dead end; how should they proceed?
He wasn't mistaken; Chen Zongbiao's mission was probably just to retrieve a fake book.
Gu Ping closed his eyes, unwilling to look at Zhuang Zhixian but did not deny it either. He stiffly nodded without saying much more.
He wanted to know whether those powerful factions were truly after the book. Was it merely for its light, or were they drawn by its contents? If they wanted the book to disappear forever from the outside world, then perhaps both he and Zhuang Zhixian would have to vanish along with it—oh no, that would involve Chen Zongbiao and his group.
There was no way out for him; no matter how he looked at it, it seemed like a dead end. If he didn’t hurry and run away, would he be caught in the crossfire? Gu Ping self-deprecatingly thought, his words revealing deep despair. His eyes remained shut, unwilling to open them again; he was afraid to look at that world.
What was there to be upset about? They often said he was demonic; he was struggling there while others seemed indifferent. Did he not want to live? Wasn’t living better than this?
Upon hearing Zhuang Zhixian's words, Gu Ping suddenly felt that perhaps this person wasn’t as desperate as he claimed. Could he encounter someone like Liu Lao Jiu again?
"I am too weak." That phrase echoed in his mind—ultimately, Gu Ping was too weak. If he were a strong cultivator or had a powerful sect backing him up, those factions would think twice before acting against him. But now Gu Ping was just an ordinary person; not only did he have to negotiate at the table but even securing his own life depended on their whims.
Unless Zhuang Zhixian thought about it—unless he could find a sufficiently strong ally or support system—or even without those, if only he could possess enough power not to be instantly killed by them! Then he could use that book to threaten others and earn the right to negotiate with them.
"But which force would go out of their way to help a mere mortal?" Gu Ping countered. "That's the key question. The word 'door'—I don't deny it—just saying, now that we are in the late Foundation Establishment stage, who knows if any signs of our whereabouts will attract those powerful cultivators? I wonder if we have even seen a single Golden Core yet."
Tiandong continued, "Everyone is here for profit; everyone comes and goes for their own gain. Whether I have reached the Foundation Establishment Stage or not, it doesn't mean I can't carve out a piece of meat from those major forces. Even if it seems like I have no way out, perhaps I can still get some benefits."
"Foundation Establishment," he said, shaking his head. "I'm afraid it's not as simple as that."
Gu Ping hadn't finished speaking when Liu Lao Jiu suddenly interrupted him. "Yes, they also have Foundation Establishment." He nodded as he spoke.
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