Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 633: Please Lend Me a Helping Hand

Who had made a move in the shadows?

Hongxiu investigated for a long time but to no avail.

Chen Pingping, upon his return, also performed a divination. The result was a vision shrouded in mist, where a tall figure loomed amidst the clouds, like a god overlooking the Wuji Sect.

Fortunately, they had already withdrawn, so there was no need to worry about this problem for the time being.

Inside a certain palace within the Wuji Sect.

Only two people were present: Chen Pingping and Hongxiu.

"When those people came to kill, a crack appeared in the sky. Terrifying powers flowed down, but it quickly healed," Hongxiu said gravely.

At the time, she had thought the Wuji Sect was doomed. No one had expected the fissure to heal so swiftly.

It was as if a powerful force behind the crack was blocking the descent of those "Big Shots."

She was filled with worry.

The Wuji Sect had dodged a calamity, and Qingfeng's lineage had even burst forth in full force to slay the Demon Emperor and quell the turmoil at the Northern Border. Despite this, the anxiety gripping her heart remained unyielding.

She had a premonition that a terrible disaster would soon descend.

"Hmm," Chen Pingping replied softly. "It also appeared on the Northern Border battlefield."

"Alright..." Hongxiu began. "I've never inquired about your affairs or the origins of Qingfeng's lineage. But now that such powerful enemies have emerged, and the affected range is so wide, don't I have the right to know?"

"As you suspected," Chen Pingping said with a smile. "The Peak Master of Qingfeng's lineage, my master Wen Yuqing, is of the royal bloodline of the Wen Dynasty."

Indeed...

Hongxiu's mouth fell slightly agape.

She had harbored suspicions in the past, heard rumors along the way, but now she had heard Chen Pingping's own admission.

In that instant, her nerves tensed once more.

The story of the Wen Dynasty was known to nearly everyone, and she was no exception.

But she had never expected that one day the story would be so close to her. The crucial part was, she had done nothing!

"Have you ever thought about something?" Chen Pingping looked at her.

She remained silent, awaiting his answer.

"Why is the Heaven Martial Continent a land of exile? Who are the 'sinners of yesteryear' referring to?" Chen Pingping continued. "Why did the rulers of dynasties strive to unite the entire Nine Heavens? Was it to resist the oppression and slaughter from the 'Big Shots' of the Heavens?"

Hongxiu grew solemn.

Chen Pingping went on, "From where did the dark turmoil and those terrible slaughters in history arise? If we consider the current layout of the Nine Heavens, many powerful forces do not interfere with each other, keeping to their own affairs. They should be incapable of conflict. Even in an era where Great Emperors are born, or when enormous opportunities arise, it shouldn't be possible for a situation to occur that threatens to destroy heaven and earth."

He had pondered this question for a long time.

"Throughout history, who knows how many Great Emperors have been born among the Human Clan? But what about now?" Chen Pingping sighed softly. "Consider our Wuji Sect's first ancestor, Emperor Wuji. Then there's the Human Emperor of the Heaven Martial Continent, the Lingyun Emperor of the Spirit Realm, and so on—they have all vanished without a trace in history."

Gone without leaving even the slightest hint.

If it were just ordinary cultivators, it would be one thing. Even those with Divine Bodies or in the Quasi-Emperor Realm... no matter how remarkable, their influence was confined to their own era. But invincible beings like those in the Emperor Realm ought to be passed down from generation to generation.

Hongxiu seemed to grasp an underlying meaning in his words. Horrified, she stared intently at Chen Pingping. "What are you trying to say?"

Chen Pingping exhaled heavily. "It's just a hypothesis."

A cruel truth. Although it was only a guess, it was likely not far from the truth.

"To live in such a declining age is, in fact, both a sadness and a fortune," Chen Pingping said, slowly opening his eyes.

The sadness lay in the fall of the era. The many powerful geniuses, those with Different Bodies and Divine Bodies, could not compare to those of ancient times; after all, the impact of the larger environment was significant. Fortunately, it was precisely because of this decline that they had avoided many catastrophes.

Chen Pingping gazed at the sky outside the door. "How could the efforts of our predecessors, one after another, be severed with us?"

His tone was very calm.

But the blood within him slowly began to boil. At this moment, his gaze was intense, his heart thumping faster than ever before.

His mind replayed various aspects of his cultivation, as well as every parting with Wen Yuqing.

Her eyes were filled with fatigue, yet she was helpless... Over the long, lonely years of Reincarnation, no one recorded the paths she had walked or the places she had visited. If only an ancient tome could document it all, then that tome would be indescribably long and winding. Her story would be even more splendid than that of a Great Emperor.

Thinking of this, Chen Pingping couldn't help but smile, gradually sinking into his memories.

"You must cultivate well. Once your master returns invincible, I will protect you," Wen Yuqing had chuckled.

"You must cultivate well. If anyone dares to bully you, burn the Talisman. I will traverse space to come back and slap that bastard to death."

"As my chief Disciple, you don't need to try hard. I'm here for you."

"Little Pingping, have you been cultivating properly lately?"

"You rebellious Disciple, are you trying to infuriate me? Didn't I tell you not to embark on this path?"

"Alright, alright, your master must leave now. Once I return invincible, I will protect you."

"..."

There were too many words to count, but Chen Pingping could remember most of them.

Every time he saw Wen Yuqing, her gaze seemed to grow more solemn. Her once casual and carefree instructions had become serious and laden with oppressive weight.

Despite her best efforts to conceal it.

The path she had to walk became increasingly difficult. The tasks she had to accomplish seemed more and more unattainable. There was only darkness; she couldn't see any hope. Turning around, she found no one behind her, only a land lying in ruin. The old earth was filled with countless lamentations. As the breeze blew, the swaying weeds seemed like the Heroic Spirits of the imperial army waving to their leader. She had to press forward. No matter the helplessness or the fatigue, she had to grit her teeth and continue on her path. How helpless she must have felt!

"Chen Pingping?" Hongxiu called out seven or eight times. She had noticed his increasingly disturbed state, the heavy oppression, and a terrifying killing intention emanating from him.

The entire Wuji Sect could clearly sense it.

It startled her as well.

After a while, Chen Pingping came back to his senses and dispelled the killing intention. He chuckled softly, "Sect Master, please lend me your strength."

Hongxiu nodded. "Alright!"

She did so without any hesitation.

The Wuji Sect had risen because of him, and Hongxiu, in a way, existed because of him. This Scorched Earth would also bloom with Divine Brilliance because of Chen Pingping, eventually piercing through the Heavens and myriad realms.

He stood up and walked out of the palace.

Hongxiu, who was behind him, felt a great burden lift from her shoulders. The unintentional killing intention and oppression he had exuded during his moment of distraction were simply too terrifying.

For an instant, Hongxiu even thought she was facing a Great Emperor.

Watching Chen Pingping's retreating figure, the ripples in her heart stirred once more. If not for you, I would still be just a nobody in Central Continent's Chong Tower. Since you want to cause a ruckus, fine, I'll join you.