2778: C2778 Unique Opportunity

C2778 Unique Opportunity

"Have you decided?"

In front of the Hidden Treasure Pavilion, Madame Zhu stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the night sky. It was as if she could see through the night sky and discovered the deepest secret of the universe.

The Bamboo House had been changed. Fresh bamboo grew from the bamboo forest, verdant and lush. It radiated with an exuberant life force, as if the current Madame Zhu was brimming with a strong life force.

She was like a star, emitting a scorching energy.

Yang Ping felt that she had already reached her peak state, which was even more terrifying than when she killed Dai Hong.

Body transformation into a star.

Yang Ping was not in a good mood. He gave his vital yang energy to Zhu Xi and held her life. But he had paid a huge price for it. He gave away the Nine Yang Source Energy in his body and lost his strongest backing.

After a period of time, he would become a cripple.

No qi, no martial arts.

Nothing.

He was no longer a legend, no longer a god of death that changed the face of the world. He would become an ordinary person with a very short lifespan and wouldn't live for more than half a year.

If she asked him if he regretted it?

Yang Ping had never thought about it. He only knew that if he didn't make a move, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

His current state was like a willow branch by the lake, swaying in the wind, ready to fall at any moment. He was even weaker than a woman who was like a weak willow tree supporting the wind.

When he arrived, Madame Zhu's eyes flashed with a trace of shock, but she quickly regained her calm.

"Yes." Yang Ping said firmly.

Madame Zhu retracted her gaze from the night sky and sighed. She said faintly, "Yang Ping, I don't know how to describe you, or if I should call you stupid or infatuated. You clearly know that combining with Zhu Xi will solve all of your problems. "Why not fight for it?"

Yang Ping immediately knew that Madame Zhu had seen through everything. With her cultivation level, it was impossible for her to hide it from him.

He smiled and said, "I can't force you to do anything."

Madame Zhu frowned as she looked at him in a different light. "I thought you were like your master, fickle in love everywhere. I never thought that an unruly Master would actually hand over a different disciple.

Yang Ping smiled bitterly, "Madam, you didn't call me here to scold my master."

Madame Zhu looked at Yang Ping as if she had seen through his body. In her eyes, Yang Ping did not hold back anything and was extremely shocked.

The Madam's current condition was too strong, so even Dai Hong Hua, who had recovered to her peak, was probably no match for her. The her from before and the her now were on two completely different levels.

Embarrassed, Yang Ping forced a smile and asked, "Madam, where is the luck that you were talking about?"

Madame Zhu smiled.

This was the first time Madame Zhu smiled in front of him. She was very beautiful, just like a fairy in the night sky. It made Yang Ping lose his wits in an instant.

Yang Ping was curious, how did Madame Zhu come here? Madam must have married someone, but what kind of man in this world was worthy of Madame Zhu?

"Do you think you can still enter with your current condition?"

Madame Zhu shook her head and looked at him with a pitiful gaze as she sighed, "You have completely crippled yourself. You won't be able to come out alive after you go in. Right now, you only have one way to recover your strength, and that is to combine with Zhu Xi.

Yang Ping shook his head and stubbornly said, "I want to go in. If I don't try, how would I know if it's okay?"

Madame Zhu's expression turned cold as she snorted. "You think I'll let you in?"

Yang Ping stared at Madame Zhu and refused to back down as he said, "Madam, if you are worried about my master, please rest assured that this is my own choice and it has nothing to do with you."

Madame Zhu said coldly, "Would I be afraid of your master?"

Yang Ping was embarrassed and explained, "Madam, I didn't mean it that way. I really want to go in. You said that this is my only hope."

"No, your only hope is for you to join hands with Zhu Xi."

Yang Ping knew it was impossible to get Madame Zhu to let him in, but he didn't give up. He gritted his teeth and said, "Madam, if you don't let me in, I'll …" I'll die right in front of you. When my master asks, I'll see how you explain yourself. "

Madame Zhu looked at Yang Ping indifferently.

Yang Ping was fearless.

"No regrets?"

In the end, Madame Zhu could not stand against Yang Ping's stubborn gaze. She frowned and said, "You should know that even if a saint enters, they will most likely die. Are you sure you don't want to die?"

"If you don't go in, at least you're still alive. If you go in, you'll die without a doubt."

No one could be clearer than Madame Zhu about the terror of that place. Even if a saint were to enter, they would be killed. That was not a place anyone could imagine.

Yang Ping nodded heavily.

Madame Zhu shook her head and said, "You can go back now." Go find Zhu Xi and explain the situation to her. That silly girl also has a good impression of you.

Yang Ping quickly said, "No."

Madame Zhu sneered, "Why? Do you need me to explain?"

Yang Ping shook his head and said, "Madam, you don't know the relationship between me and Zhu Xi, and I don't like using morality to kidnap others. Whether she likes me or is willing to marry me has nothing to do with me.

Madame Zhu said sympathetically, "Young people these days are always so conceited. Twenty years ago, that was a Golden Age, filled with talents like the clouds. There were several saints in the Sacred Grounds but after entering, none of them came out alive. "

Yang Ping was shocked.

Saints are born dead. Holy shit, what's wrong with that?

People's talents were divided into three, six, and nine levels. Not everyone could cultivate the martial way. Cultivation of martial dao relied first on talent. There were ordinary people, geniuses, geniuses, peerless geniuses, natural saints, and chosen ones.

The Unrivaled Genius was considered a direct disciple in the Sacred Grounds, and Zhang Mingxian was one of them.

There were not many natural saints in the world, not even one. At least, Yang Ping had never heard of them.

Even natural saints would die if they entered.

Yang Ping was silent.

Madame Zhu thought that he was frightened. Disappointment flowed from her eyes as she said, "Go back. Do whatever you want in the future. No one can hurt you in Dragon City."

Yang Ping felt depressed.

Why did it feel like Madam was treating a dead man as though he was about to die? She could eat whatever she wanted and buy whatever she wanted.

But does Yang Ping belong to the line?

Absolutely not.

Yang Ping raised his head and revealed an increasingly determined gaze as he said in a deep voice, "Madam, I want to ask you to help me with something."1

Madame Zhu nodded.

Since it was like this, what was there to refuse?

"Lend me a phone."

Although Madame Zhu was an expert, she definitely had a phone number. With her status, the contact person on the phone should be either a super expert or a powerhouse.

Madame Zhu didn't expect Yang Ping's request to be like this. She hesitated for a moment, then opened her hand. There really was the closest homemade phone on it.

Yang Ping held his phone and thought to himself, "As expected of someone who loved to use a homemade phone."

"To whom?" Madame Zhu asked. Her cell phone had a password lock, and she rarely used any of her contacts. Very few people in the world knew her number.

Yang Ping said, "My Master."

Madame Zhu narrowed her eyes in approval. However, she didn't do anything. She opened the lock and a number appeared on the phone. The name on the number displayed was' Old Bastard '.

Old man?

Yang Ping almost laughed out loud. Although he wasn't in the mood to joke right now, his master probably didn't have a good reputation in other people's eyes.

Actually, the reason why he used Madame Zhu's phone was because he was afraid that the old man wouldn't answer and wouldn't be able to get through. How could he convince his wife to let him fight for the opportunity to get lucky?

There was no need to think about it; good fortune was bound to be terrifying.

Only by convincing the old man would it be possible to convince Madame Zhu.

Yang Ping thought about how to persuade the old man. After pondering for a moment, he dialed the old man's number. The call was quickly picked up, but the old man's first sentence almost made him spit out blood and die.

"Hey, beauty, is it the same? You want to marry me and become my wife?"

Madame Zhu heard this from the side, and her pretty eyes turned cold. The air turned into a layer of frost, and the bamboo forest was not covered in bamboo leaves, but a bunch of knives.

Yang Ping felt goosebumps!

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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