Wan Junhao’s tone was filled with a strong sense of allure, attempting to pique Xu Ping’s interest.
Upon hearing this, a chill rose in Xu Ping’s heart, yet his expression remained calm, revealing nothing:
"I appreciate Brother Wan’s good intentions, but I have been busy with cultivation lately, and the current situation is unstable."
"Although the Spiritual Object for Core Formation is sothing I dream of, compared to it, I still value my life more."
"Now that the Purple Mountain Association and the Ten Thousand Dragons Comrce Association are fiercely fighting, any carelessness could lead to a point of no return. I really don’t dare to easily leave to explore any secret realm."
Upon hearing this, Wan Junhao hurriedly persuaded, "Brother Xu, your concerns are reasonable, but this Spiritual Object for Core Formation is a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity!"
"Once we successfully acquire it and form our Golden Core, the whole world would be at our feet. Where would we not be able to go?"
Xu Ping was unmoved. He waved his hand and said, "Brother Wan, let’s discuss this matter again."
"I have made up my mind. I really can’t spare the ti these days. If you are truly interested in this Spiritual Object for Core Formation, feel free to explore it on your own."
Even though his tone was gentle, it carried an undeniable determination.
Seeing Xu Ping’s firm attitude, leaving no room for negotiation, Wan Junhao’s heart sank, secretly bemoaning, but it was not the ti to say more.
After all, if he continued to pester, it might easily arouse the other’s suspicion and make them aware of the abnormality!
Wan Junhao forced out a slight smile and said, "Since Brother Xu has made up his mind, I won’t insist."
After speaking, he bid farewell and left.
Once Wan Junhao’s figure completely disappeared, a sneering smile slowly appeared on Xu Ping’s lips.
Wan Junhao’s actions today were too abnormal; there must be sothing hidden behind this so-called Spiritual Object for Core Formation.
However, any conspiracies or tricks are but the mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of absolute strength, utterly vulnerable.
Although he already had so speculations, he still lacked concrete evidence to confirm them.
"Co up!"
Xu Ping, shifting his thoughts, issued an order to the Water Lake Mouse through Divine Sense imprint.
Monts later.
The half-human tall Water Lake Mouse ca out into the living room.
"Master, what do you need from little mouse?" the Water Lake Mouse asked ingratiatingly.
"Keep an eye on Wan Junhao for , see what he does next, especially whom he contacts, and report to imdiately," Xu Ping instructed.
"Okay!"
"Rest assured, Master, little mouse will handle it perfectly!" The Water Lake Mouse imdiately nodded vigorously, promising.
"Go now!" Xu Ping nodded slightly.
As soon as the words were spoken, the Water Lake Mouse’s figure darted like lightning, disappearing without a trace.
And Xu Ping turned back to the underground cave.
With the Water Lake Mouse’s ability to hide, no one in the entire Purple Mountain Association could detect its presence.
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Half a month later.
Wan Junhao rode upon Escape Light, discreetly leaving Hundred Spirit Mountain.
A few hours later.
He finally completely distanced himself from the range of Hundred Spirit Mountain.
Cautiously observing the surroundings and ensuring no one followed, Wan Junhao breathed a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves slightly relaxed.
Imdiately, he exerted all his power, accelerating his Escape Technique, rushing towards an isolated and desolate forest.
This forest was situated between two barren mountains, rarely visited by people on normal days, enveloped by a sinister aura all around.
The trees were tall and dense, their branches and leaves intertwining, completely blocking out the sunlight, making the forest dim, hearing only occasional bird calls in the silence.
At this mont, an elderly man with white hair had already been waiting here quietly for quite so ti.
The old man wore a loose black robe, standing tall as a pine, with a stern and firm countenance, exuding a powerful aura that was intimidating.
Judging by the faint spiritual power fluctuations emanating from him, he had clearly reached the Fake Pill level.
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