I only want immortality.

"Silent Thoughts Concealing the Soul" is the supernatural power that Ning He uses to protect and utilize his soul.

If Li Pinghe wants to cultivate, he must reach a certain level of Dao foundation before he can even try.

However, the principles involved have a gradual process, and for Li Pinghe, the more basic aspects were exactly what he could grasp, which naturally proved to be of great benefit.

However, after a quick glance, he realized it was inappropriate for the occasion, so he stored the book "Silent Thoughts and Hidden Souls" deep within his consciousness.

Coming to his senses, he looked around and saw that his spiritual essence had been drained, and the rare and precious materials that accompanied the spiritual cave had also withered. There was no trace of the "beauty" in the empty stone cavity, only Yang Xingkong's corpse lying quietly on the ground.

Li Pinghe squinted and paused for a moment before stepping forward to examine the body.

Sure enough, they saw a strange face that resembled Yang Xingkong.

"Truly a cunning rabbit with three burrows... Even when faced with a situation like that just now, he was unwilling to take the risk himself."

Li Pinghe shook his head slightly and put the body down.

The Wuju Palace was, after all, a major sect with an endless stream of strange and unusual techniques. Although he was proficient in magic, he dared not say that he knew them all. Just now, he also did not realize that Yang Xingkong was an imposter. He was just checking him out based on his understanding of such people.

The result was as expected, and he could guess the method as well. Just as he used the Divine Wandering Void One Qi Sword to separate his soul and use the Bewitching Mind and Chaotic God Array to reside in Lu Mingchen, Yang Xingkong, as the successor of the Unbound Palace, naturally had a way to do the same.

Li Pinghe weighed the Qiankun bag he had just taken from the snake and felt a little regretful. Killing a snake without killing it still leaves some harm. If possible, he would have liked to finish it off in one fell swoop, but unfortunately, there was no such opportunity now.

He focused his attention and waited patiently. Before long, he suddenly heard the sounds of fighting outside become much louder. Without lingering, he transformed into a beam of light and burst out of the stone cavity.

However, they saw that the Song Kingdom cultivators had finally broken through the formation and were engaged in a chaotic battle with the Qinghe Sect disciples.

Among them were some familiar faces, the first being Jin Daxu and Wang Feng, master and disciple of the Chenjiang Sword Sect. With the two pure sword cultivators working together, few cultivators at the tenth level of Qi Refining could directly confront their sharpness. In particular, Wang Feng, who wielded the Dao Foundation Sword "Zhaodan Sword", was still invincible even though he had lost ninety percent of the Dao of Zhaodan Sword Technique.

The same applies to Cui Minghao and He Riyuan, master and disciple. Each of them possessed a Dao Foundation Magic Treasure, and although they were now just empty shells, they were far superior to the disciples of the Qinghe Sect here.

Even though they needed to rest and recover their magical power from time to time, the situation was clearly tilting towards the Song Kingdom.

Li Pinghe sensed his split soul state, casually killed several Qinghe Sect cultivators who were chasing him, and resolved several dangerous situations before retreating.

There were cultivators at the tenth level of Qi Refining who tried to stop them, but how could they be a match for Li Pinghe? Even though this was just a split soul, there was no one who could withstand a single blow. They could only watch as he entered and left as if he were in an empty place.

Before long, the wisp of soul went straight into the original body, which had been waiting for a long time.

Li Pinghe opened his eyes, looked down at the Qiankun bag in his hand, and gently rubbed his fingers together, causing the restrictions on it to shatter.

A quick scan revealed that the Qiankun bag contained not much, only a white bone pagoda and materials and talismans for setting up the array.

The style of the White Bone Pagoda is similar to the White Bone Pagoda that Yang Xingkong controlled Lu Mingchen earlier, and it was obviously obtained by sacrificing members of the Yang clan.

"Senior Li..."

Following behind, the group of cultivators who hadn't dared to move earlier, seeing the Thousand Hands Sect's old formation broken in the distance, were all eager to fight. One cultivator took the lead and volunteered:

"Junior Yu Tianbao, a disciple of Baoxia Sect, now that the battle is raging ahead, we are willing to volunteer to fight on the front lines."

"Yu Tianbao?"

Li Pinghe glanced at the expectant eyes of the crowd, but was not disappointed. He nodded and said:

"You may leave now. I will guard this place and will not allow any Qinghe Sect cultivators to escape... However, although the Qinghe Sect has been defeated, you do not need to go to extremes. If you can capture them alive, that would be best."

The cultivators were slightly taken aback upon hearing this. Yu Tianbao looked displeased, but he still suppressed his temper and nodded, saying:

"We understand the guidance from Senior Li. Thank you for your help. We will take our leave now."

After saying this, he gave a perfunctory bow and then flew away. Seeing this, the cultivators exchanged glances and all followed Yu Tianbao's example, bowing to Li Pinghe in farewell. Soon they all caught up with Yu Tianbao.

Some people complained:

"Fellow Daoist Yu, the Qinghe Sect has ruined our Song Kingdom's precious land, yet Senior Li still tells us not to go too far. How is this any different from a coward hiding in the mud?"

Yu Tianbao was also dissatisfied. As he hurried towards the old site of the Thousand Hands Sect, he coldly snorted:

"These older cultivators probably still think it's the peaceful times of the past! They're still clinging to wishful thinking."

"Don't they know that if we don't terrify the Qinghe Sect, they might come looking for trouble again in the future!"

"We cannot tolerate national and personal vendettas. Remember, when dealing with the Qinghe Sect members, leave no survivors!"

"right!"

"That's exactly right!"

The crowd echoed his sentiments, which made Yu Tianbao feel a little smug. He was invigorated, and his movements became even more agile...

Li Pinghe sat on the back of the ox, slowly withdrawing his gaze. He was well aware of Yu Tianbao and the others' thoughts, but sometimes, he was helpless.

The hardest thing in the world is to get others to accept your ideas. No matter how much ability he has in cultivation, he is ultimately powerless when it comes to people's hearts. He can only sigh slightly and remind Han Xianghe with the burning sheepskin method, advising him to restrain his cultivation.

Han Xianghe did not reply, presumably because the two sides were in the midst of a fierce battle, and he was directing operations from the center, so he could not afford to be distracted at the moment.

As he put away the sheepskin, a sudden feeling arose in his heart. He turned his head and saw that there was another middle-aged cultivator who had not followed Yu Tianbao and the others into battle. Instead, he stood in mid-air with his eyes lowered and his face blank.

Li Pinghe narrowed his eyes, staring at the middle-aged cultivator, and suddenly spoke:

"Yang Xingkong?"

The middle-aged cultivator suddenly shuddered, raised his head, his eyelids twitching strangely, then his pupils widened to a circle, and his lips twitched stiffly like a puppet's, as he chuckled softly:

"How did you know it was me, senior?"

Seeing that he readily accepted, Li Pinghe sized him up and slowly spoke:

"The things in your Qiankun bag were obtained through blood sacrifices to your clan. Now that the Yang family is almost completely wiped out, there are no other relatives for you to sacrifice."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xingkong stiffly raised his hands, clapped his hands, and exclaimed in praise:

"Your understanding is truly unparalleled in my life. It's a pity I didn't know you were still alive back then, which caused a rift between us. I wonder if I'll ever have another chance..."

"There's no chance anymore."

Li Pinghe calmly interrupted the other party, his gaze indifferent: "Since you have harmed my junior brother, there is no room for further discussion between us."

Yang Xingkong paused slightly, then a stiff and exaggerated smile appeared on his face as he laughed:

"Senior, if you are truly devoted to the Dao, why bother with such trivial matters of the past? Besides, wouldn't you like to hear my sincerity?"

"Sincerity?"

Li Pinghe raised his eyebrows slightly.

"good."

Yang Xingkong clapped his hands and laughed:

"The Celestial Immortal Dao inheritance of the Unfettered Hall, I wonder if you, senior, are interested?"

Li Pinghe did not respond, but simply narrowed his eyes.

"It seems you are still interested, senior."

Yang Xingkong laughed, seemingly unsurprised by Li Pinghe's choice, and calmly said:

"If you simply give me the pagoda in your Qiankun bag, I will pass on the Heavenly Immortal Dao inheritance to you. And from this day forward, I will immediately leave the Song Kingdom and, for the rest of my life, never again have any contact with you, Senior, or Chun Jun... um—"

Yang Xingkong stared in disbelief as a large hand, formed purely of magical power, gently pressed against his chest.

Countless runes spread rapidly outwards from the giant hand, covering his entire body in the blink of an eye.

Subconsciously looking up, I saw Li Pinghe's aged face and his deep, unfathomable eyes, like a deep spring.

For the first time, a sense of panic arose in his heart, and he said urgently, "Senior, please don't misunderstand, I just want to exchange..."

"If I want it, I'll take it myself."

Li Pinghe sat upright on the ox's back, his expression indifferent, his hands tucked into his sleeves. With a thought, he gently turned his large hand, and countless runes crawled all over Yang Xingkong's body. His body trembled, and a beam of bloody light flew out from the middle-aged cultivator's head. He hurriedly tried to flee to the north.

Having anticipated this, Li Pinghe was not about to let it escape. With a flick of his finger, a pure white sword aura burst forth, blocking the blood-red light. The sword aura flickered in mid-air and then transformed into a blue net, enveloping the blood-red light.

Blood splattered everywhere, but it was still caught in the net and brought straight into Li Pinghe's hands.

A small figure materialized, which was none other than Yang Xingkong.

But now he was no longer as confident as before; his eyes were filled with shock and anger as he said urgently:

"Senior, please stop! I am currently just a wisp of a soul, and I have no Heavenly Immortal Dao inheritance on me. Even if you imprison me, you will not gain anything. Why not let me leave? I will immediately offer up the Heavenly Immortal Dao inheritance."

Li Pinghe looked down at him and said calmly:

"There's no need for that trouble."

He took out the white bone pagoda that he had reforged from his Qiankun bag.

Upon seeing the white bone pagoda, Yang Xingkong was first taken aback, then his expression changed drastically, and he immediately spoke:

"I'll give it to you right now! I'll give it to you right now!"

"The Celestial Immortal Path inheritance is right here with me!"

"Don't force me! Otherwise, I'd rather sever my own soul here than let you get away with this!"

The White Bone Pagoda hung above. Li Pinghe looked thoughtful, and under Yang Xingkong's tense gaze, he finally nodded slowly.

Yang Xingkong breathed a sigh of relief, then gritted his teeth:

"Search my soul!"

Li Pinghe naturally wouldn't refuse; he pointed with his finger and quickly withdrew it.

Amidst the blood-red light, Yang Xingkong's face was gaunt, and he whispered:

"Senior, my true form has already left the Song Kingdom. If you allow my divided soul to survive, I promise I will never return to Song... Li Canglang! You've gone back on your word!"

Looking up and seeing the white bone pagoda looming overhead, Yang Xingkong's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but roar in anger.

Without hesitation, his entire body expanded rapidly and exploded in an instant!

boom--

Li Pinghe remained expressionless, calmly rubbing one hand together, blowing on it, and casually tossing the bone pagoda back, shaking his head.

"I have never gone back on my word."

He merely lifted the white bone pagoda without actually lifting a finger. Yang Xingkong inexplicably destroyed his own soul fragment, so how could he be blamed?

He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He had heard that some sects and schools that were skilled in spiritual arts could lock onto a person's soul and kill them from afar, even if they were thousands of miles away. Unfortunately, he had not had much contact with them and did not have such abilities. Otherwise, Yang Xingkong would definitely not have been able to escape today.

With a slight thought, a book titled "The Unbound Path" appeared in his mind's sea of ​​consciousness.

This is the Celestial Immortal Dao inheritance of the Unfettered Palace, which he obtained by searching Yang Xingkong's soul.

It does deserve the title of "inheritance". The book is slightly thinner than "The Biography of Ning He" and has fewer specific details, but it contains more of the experience and lessons of the predecessors.

As soon as Fang appeared, he quickly integrated into "The Biography of Li Pinghe", and the original content was changed again.

"Li Pinghe...gathered resources from all directions, and first attempted the Great Dao of Celestial Immortality...using three spiritual acupoints, he respectively entrusted the Five Elements Dao to them, thus establishing the foundation of the Earthly Immortal Dao, cultivating and protecting his soul's divine abilities. After forty years of cultivation, he became a Great True Person, only then able to differentiate his divine soul and inhabit it with a Dao foundation cultivator, using the Dao foundation cultivator to help him break free from the shackles of the spiritual acupoints...ultimately achieving the Great Dao of Celestial Immortality!"

The Path of Celestial Immortals!?

He finally has a chance to achieve the celestial immortal path!

Upon reading these last few words, Li Pinghe felt a surge of energy, experiencing a sense of relief after hardship.

However, upon revisiting it, one can't help but frown.

To achieve the Heavenly Immortal Path, the most suitable method for him is still to first occupy a spiritual cave and establish the foundation for the Earthly Immortal Path.

More importantly, one spiritual acupoint is not enough; three spiritual acupoints are needed.

Not to mention the three spiritual acupoints, the two spiritual acupoints of the Yang family and the Thousand Hands Sect in the Song Kingdom have already been drained. The remaining five families each have their own masters. Therefore, even if he only finds one second-grade spiritual acupoint, it is impossible. How can he achieve the foundation of the Earth Immortal Dao?

"So, after all this wandering, we still can't escape the spiritual acupoint?"

Li Pinghe couldn't help but sigh.

But then, a sudden premonition arose. He took the sheepskin and examined it, and saw that it contained writings from Han Xianghe, just a few words, yet they filled him with immense excitement:

"The Qinghe Sect's branch altar has been destroyed, Wen Yao and Zhu Yu have fled north, and Master Su has returned victorious... The Song Kingdom has won this time!"

Did Song Guo win?

Li Pinghe's spirits lifted, but then he saw a few words on the sheepskin: "Uncle Li, please head north to the Wunan Mountains immediately to set up an array to repel the enemy."

After a moment's hesitation, Li Pinghe did not refuse. He patted the black water buffalo and headed straight for the Wunan Mountains.

Before long, the black buffalo stopped in front of a range of mountains and saw a stone wind like a curtain of sky stretching across the horizon, never stopping.

Meanwhile, Su Jinglong, who had been chasing Wei Ran, was now looking at Shi Feng with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and composed, showing no sign of having just experienced a great battle.

Besides Su Jinglong, Xianyu Qiong and Ye Chutong were also present, but they appeared more tired than Su Jinglong.

Upon seeing Li Pinghe arrive, Su Jinglong nodded with a smile:

"Mr. Li has arrived. I am not skilled in formations, so I will have to trouble you."

Li Pinghe shook his head and said, "I am free of duties; it is Master Su who has made this great contribution... But I wonder how the Sect Master of the Qinghe Sect is doing now?"

Su Jinglong's expression was casual:

"Hiding in this stone wind, it is not easy to come in or out. I will guard this place and wait for him to come out. However, in case of any mishap, it would be best to set up a large formation as a warning."

Li Pinghe nodded in agreement.

While setting up the formation, he also inquired about the magical duel between Xianyu Qiong, Ye Chutong, and Wen Yao. Upon hearing that the four of them had damaged many cities in Changsha, he frowned slightly.

However, the great victory of the Song state was still a joyous occasion.

"The Song Kingdom should be safe for now. I injured the Qinghe Sect Master, so as long as I am here, he will not dare to go south easily. You can rest assured for now."

Su Jinglong didn't mean to boast; he simply said it, and no one doubted his abilities.

But after Li Pinghe finished setting up the formation, Su Jinglong closed his eyes to rest, and Ye Chutong, after a moment of silence, told the others a piece of news that caught everyone off guard:

"Gentlemen, Lotus Valley will soon be relocated to Xuzhou."