Chen Ping nods, then goes to the valley behind. After setting up some simple protective measures in the valley, he enters the Demon Suppressing Tower to begin cultivating.
Because he has resources from tens of thousands of storage bags, in terms of resources, Chen Ping is still quite sufficient for now.
He does not know how much time passes, but Chen Ping feels that the resources from the tens of thousands of storage bags are almost completely consumed, yet his realm has only broken through the Earth Immortal realm to reach the Human Immortal realm level.
Human Immortal realm first grade, with so many resources, it has just allowed Chen Ping to reach Human Immortal realm first grade.
“I hope the remaining resources can let me break through to Human Immortal realm second grade…”
Chen Ping slightly closes his eyes and continues to cultivate.
Meanwhile, in Sword Saint City, Ling Xue is busy every day managing the Sword Sect, and from time to time she comes to the valley to glance at Chen Ping, to see if he has come out of the Demon Suppressing Tower.
On this day, Ling Xue is managing the affairs of Sword Saint City as usual.
Suddenly, there is a tremor in the void above Sword Saint City, and a void channel slowly appears.
More than a dozen extremely terrifying auras emanate from that void channel.
The cultivators of Sword Saint City, and even the entire Fifth Heaven, all become terrified and fearful.
Because those auras are incredibly powerful, it is certain they belong to cultivators from a higher world.
They do not know why such powerful cultivators would come to the Fifth Heaven.
Ling Xue gathers all the disciples of the Sword Sect, her face full of solemnity as she looks at that void channel.
Hu Mazi senses this aura, climbs up from a female cultivator, puts on his clothes, and hurriedly runs out of the room.
Hu Mazi comes to Ling Xue’s side, looks at the void channel, and says to her, “Miss Ling, no need to be too tense. Perhaps these people have no ill intentions.”
Although Hu Mazi comforts Ling Xue like this, he himself is equally nervous.
Because he knows Chen Ping has offended many people, and they are all from higher worlds.
If it is really those people who have learned of Chen Ping’s whereabouts and come here, then there is trouble. None of them here might be able to stop them.
Soon, those dozen auras draw closer and slowly emerge from the void channel.
It is a woman, leading ten divine guards in golden armour.
When he sees this woman, Hu Mazi immediately breathes a sigh of relief.
“Miss Ling, no need to be tense. These are our own people, it is the Fourth Hall Master of the Divine Hall.”
Hu Mazi says!
It turns out the visitor is the Fourth Hall Master of the Divine Hall, Ling Xi, bringing divine guards with her.
Ling Xi leads her people slowly down to Sword Saint City. Just the aura unintentionally emanating from Ling Xi and her group makes all the Fifth Heaven cultivators not dare to lift their heads.
In front of Ling Xi and her group, these Fifth Heaven cultivators are like ants.
“Fourth Hall Master of the Divine Hall?”
Ling Xue cannot help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
You must know that even the Sixth Hall Master of the Divine Hall was an invincible existence in the Fifth Heaven back then. Now the one who has come is actually the Fourth Hall Master of the Divine Hall.
“Master Hu, is Mr Chen here?”
Ling Xi sees Hu Mazi and asks.
“Fourth Hall Master, Chen Ping is cultivating in the Demon Suppressing Tower. It has been some time, and he has not come out of seclusion yet.”
Hu Mazi says.
“In seclusion?” Ling Xi’s brows slightly furrow.
“Fourth Hall Master, has something happened?” Hu Mazi asks.
“If Mr Chen comes out of seclusion, tell him to go to the Divine King Palace in the Eighth Heaven as quickly as possible to find me.”
Ling Xi says.
“Alright, when he comes out, I will tell him.” Hu Mazi nods.
At this moment, Ling Xi turns her gaze to Ling Xue. Ling Xue bites her teeth, tries hard to lift her head, and meets Ling Xi’s eyes.
“Are you Mr Chen’s woman?” Ling Xi asks Ling Xue.
Ling Xue nods, but then shakes her head.
She does not know what she counts as in Chen Ping’s eyes. Is she a senior sister? Or a lover? Or perhaps a wife?
“You are very lucky, and very happy. Cherish it…”
Ling Xi says with great envy.
