Until one day.

The old woman closed the house after an outing.

She was like a burnt-out candle, leaning against the stone wall to welcome her death.

The small flying insects raised are only at the first level.

Without food for a long time, he began to become violent and anxious.

Extremely hungry, he bared his fangs at his companions.

The old woman turned a blind eye to this, suffering for a long time with dull eyes.

Finally, in the seventh month, the old woman's cloudy eyes were inexplicably startled, she got up from the futon and opened the dusty door.

She packed nothing and hurried out of the island.

There were violent winds and rain, lightning and thunder all the way.

The old woman seemed to be frightened by this sudden vision, trembling and clenching her teeth.

The thunders one after another are like the catastrophe under the cover.

She is afraid of walking in thunderstorms.

"Boom!"

At this time, a bolt of lightning seemed to have eyes and shot down towards her body.

"Impossible, my aura has not been leaked, how could it cause a disaster?"

The old woman was angry and confused.

Swinging the cane, he waved out a piece of green sword energy, splitting the white lightning in half.

Suddenly, her eyes changed.

The power of this thunder is only equivalent to a blow from a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

It was not at all the great catastrophe that she was so worried about.

The thunderstorm that filled the sky disappeared in an instant.

"The frightened bird also wants to escape the disaster of the rules!"

Suddenly, a faint voice mixed with hatred and hatred suddenly sounded in the old woman's ears.

She saw a purple-robed monk descending from the sky and walking towards her.

The old woman's shoulders were shaking violently, and muddy tears fell to the ground.

"You are undecided and eager for success. If I hadn't happened to meet you, would you have regretted it in reincarnation?"

Staring at the old woman who had knelt down, Chen Ping scolded her coldly.

This man's transformation into the mortal world is a little short of the mark.

It is far from being able to deceive the rules of heaven and earth.

If it weren't for the close relationship, he wouldn't bother to meddle in others' affairs.

"Master!"

The old woman could no longer restrain her emotions and threw herself at Chen Ping.

"Where is your true identity?"

Being hugged tightly by the old and frail body, Chen Ping couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Monks often use the art of possession to transform themselves into mortal beings.

Just like he was like that back then.

This old woman looked lifeless, and it was obvious that her end was near.

When the old woman in her arms heard this, her tears turned into laughter.

The next moment, a tall girl with red lips, rosy face, and flawless white hair flew out from the distant deep sea.

She hurriedly and excitedly threw herself into the man's arms.

The soft hair lightly scratched his face, Chen Ping's expression softened, and he threw the old woman into the sea with his backhand.

Yes, this woman is none other than Chen Fuyao, his direct disciple whom he took on nearly seven hundred years ago.

Back then, when he left, he left a lot of resources in the Fortune Bead.

Coupled with Fuyao's own cultivation talent, which is half as good as Tianlinggen, after a few hundred years, she has been promoted to the Nascent Soul Perfection as expected.

Although this speed is slightly inferior to him, it is still beyond the reach of ordinary monks.

But on the eve of Nascent Soul's Dzogchen and the Tribulation, there is still a long period of polishing.

Transforming into mortals, refining treasures, many preparations...

Nothing is top priority.

…

"alright."

Chen Ping pushed Fu Yao away and said calmly, "Tell me briefly about your experience."

However, Chen Fuyao's first words made his eyes flash with a fierce look.

"Da Hui was captured?"

Chen Ping's pupils shrank.

I learned about the events of these hundreds of years from my disciple’s transmission.

Back then, the two of them separated in the Wuxiang Sea.

Chen Ping went to Nether Soul Mountain to prepare to join forces with Tianque and Xuanyu to kill the Shengwu tribesmen.

Dahui, on the other hand, listened to his orders and protected Chen Fuyao in the Yuan Dan realm.

For more than four hundred years after that, Dahui and Chen Fuyao have always adhered to his instructions, hiding their names and cultivating in a low-key manner in the central sea area.

Until a few decades ago, one person and one insect heard that two sixth-level people had died on Wuxiang Mountain, and they all suspected that it was their master.

After discussion, they carefully crossed the sea and planned to meet here.

But what they didn't expect was that the two of them were intercepted halfway by a monk in the early stages of becoming a god.

As soon as they met, they started to capture them.

In order to protect Chen Fuyao, Dahui used all kinds of magical powers to entangle the strange spirit.

In the end, Fuyao relied on the escaping skills of the Immortal Bamboo Spiritual Root to escape thousands of miles and managed to escape with serious injuries.

Because the difference in strength was too big, she could only come to Wuxiang Mountain in a hurry, hoping to find her master.

Unfortunately, Chen Ping had already led the Tongten Pavilion group into hiding.

Chen Fuyao wasted no time.

Decades passed by in a flash, and today the two reunited after a long absence.

"Haste makes waste, and you haven't had time to attack the gods yet."

Chen Ping said in a gentle tone, and his previously accusing expression had mostly subsided.

It turns out that Chen Fuyao forced herself to escape the tribulation because she was worried about Dahui's safety.

She couldn't find Chen Ping for a long time, so in desperation, she took risks and tried to break through the bottleneck to rescue Da Hui.

"You said that the person who blocked the way to become a god was originally you, but Da Hui inspired the mark of the ancient tree and then changed the target with a look of joy?"

Chen Ping confirmed gloomily.

"yes."

Chen Fuyao nodded affirmatively.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for her to escape from the clutches of the transformed god.

"Yue Xianchen's Holy Ruins Ancestral Tree..."

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows.

Da Hui probably met someone who knows the goods.

"Master, that evil man once said that he would take Fuyao as his concubine and take me to join the Taishang Pavilion!"

Chen Fuyao reported an important piece of information.

"It's Taishangge again!"

With a cold expression on his face, Chen Ping squeezed out four words: "The ghost is still here."

At the same time, he felt wary.

As far as he knew, Taishang Pavilion's power centered on Tianyan and included several large-scale cultivation circles.
To be continued...