An Ordinary Path to Immortality

"I don't know about that. How can a mere Nascent Soul cultivator like me guess the arrangements of the seniors of the God Transformation Realm?"

Zhuang Cheng's answer did not make Fang Ping angry, because he also felt that Zhuang Cheng's words made sense.

The God Transformation Realm asked you to help with something, so there was no need to explain so much to you.

Fang Ping thought about it for a moment, but he couldn't figure out the purpose of these God Transformation Realms doing this.

When he turned his eyes to Zhuang Cheng again, he suddenly had a guess in his mind.

Could it be that these God Transformation Realms had the same idea as Zhuang Cheng and the others?

As soon as this thought arose in his mind, Fang Ping felt that this possibility was very high.

Suppressing his thoughts, Fang Ping asked again: "Will the God of Transformation show up in person at that time?"

Zhuang Cheng nodded seriously, not daring to hide the truth from Fang Ping: "Yes, the seniors will indeed be there to host the trade fair in person."

Fang Ping told Zhuang Cheng his thoughts. Unexpectedly, Zhuang Cheng shook his head firmly and denied: "Impossible, the seniors will never do such a thing."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because the four seniors' personal presence will inevitably attract the vast majority of Yuanying cultivators in the entire market. If they are all killed, there will be only one in ten Yuanying cultivators in Tianya Market, and Tianya Market will exist in name only. I believe that the four seniors will never do such a thing of killing the chicken to get the eggs."

Fang Ping did not refute him, because he did not know the importance of Tianya Market to the four God of Transformation, so he was not sure whether the God of Transformation would care about the lives of these Yuanying cultivators.

After all, in the eyes of the God of Transformation, Yuanying cultivators are just ants.

Fang Ping did not dwell on this issue for too long. He asked Zhuang Cheng for the coordinates of the trade fair and the locations of some secret caves that Zhuang Cheng knew. He felt that he could not get much from Zhuang Cheng, so he asked Zhuang Cheng:

"Do you have any last words to say?"

Zhuang Cheng was stunned: "Daoyou, can you really not let me go? I have given you all my savings and told you everything I know. I only ask Daoyou to let me go."

Fang Ping shook his head and said firmly: "As the saying goes, cut the grass and root it out. If I keep you, I can't guarantee that you will not hate me because of what happened today, and then vent your anger on others related to me, so I will never put my friends in danger because of a moment of weakness."

If he let him go, let alone Ye Changluo Yun and others coming to find him, it is uncertain how many days Fatty Yin can live.

"I swear, I will never leak your information, let alone retaliate against you or vent my anger on anyone." Zhuang Cheng vowed.

Although before that, he did think about torturing that Fatty Yin to death to vent his anger after returning.

Fang Ping shook his head again: "I don't trust you. To be precise, I don't trust you when you are alive. Only the dead are trustworthy, and only the dead can keep secrets."

Fang Ping said that he had already started to activate the purple thunder bamboo, condensing thunder and lightning, and rushed towards Zhuang Cheng with clear thunder rules.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, please don't kill me."

"I can hand over the soul seal and be a slave forever."

"My cultivation in the late Nascent Soul stage is also quite prestigious in Tianyafang City. I can do a lot of things for you."

Fang Ping was completely unmoved. He let Zhuang Cheng keep begging for mercy. He just summoned thunder and soon smashed Zhuang Cheng's body into pieces.

Zhuang Cheng's Nascent Soul left his body, and with a strong resentment and unwillingness, he kept cursing and swearing at Fang Ping to vent his anger.

Unfortunately, the surrounding space had already been blocked by Fang Ping, and there was a space barrier surrounding the outer space. Outside the space barrier was a thick fog and chaotic rules.

Zhuang Cheng also knew that he would die. No matter how much he begged for mercy, Fang Ping would definitely not spare him.

That's why he would vent his resentment before he died.

Fang Ping waved his hand calmly, grabbed the Nascent Soul that had nowhere to escape in his palm, changed his hand gestures, and searched Zhuang Cheng's soul directly.

Not long after, this sea area returned to peace again.

Two days later, Fang Ping came to a place less than half a day's walk away from the real trade fair and stopped to rest.

Having learned from the lessons of Zhuang Cheng and the other four, he did not enter the trade fair area this time, but hid far away in the seabed to hide his body and wait for the trade fair to start.

During this period, he also sensed that some cultivators flew over him, and also met cultivators nearby, and heard them discussing things about this trade fair.

From the conversations of these cultivators, Fang Ping learned that this trade fair did attract many cultivators.

There were even Nascent Soul cultivators who brought their own juniors who were in the Golden Core or Foundation Establishment stages.

These cultivators included big figures from several major forces in the market, as well as some strong men outside the market.

Not all of them were determined to obtain the strange fire, and many even came with the purpose of admiring the majesty of the God-Transforming Power.

These cultivators were all very excited when they talked about the trade fair, but no one was worried about their own safety.

Even if someone was worried, they were afraid that their wealth would be exposed after the auction and they would be coveted by others.

Fang Ping's biggest worry seemed to be beyond the consideration of these cultivators.

It was not until the third day when the trade fair was about to start that Fang Ping hesitated again and again, and then he boldly moved closer to the direction of the trade fair.

Of course, he was only slightly closer, and at this time he was still more than a thousand miles away from the trade fair.

According to his estimation, if the four great masters of the Divine Incarnation really wanted to take action, he was so far away that even if the Great Masters of the Divine Incarnation discovered him, they would probably not bother to care.

Because the distance was too far, it was impossible to understand what was happening at the trade fair. Fang Ping caught a big fish from the bottom of the sea and controlled it. He also stuffed a puppet prepared in advance into the body of the big fish and controlled the big fish to secretly approach the location of the trade fair.

On the way to the trade fair, many people naturally discovered the fish, and even some cultivators wanted to take it down to find out.

However, Fang Ping forced these people back by using the Yuanying pressure released by the puppet in the big fish.

After all, the trade fair hosted by the Great Master of the Divine Incarnation was not a place where anyone wanted to cause trouble, so as not to cause chaos and displease the Great Master. Therefore, after discovering that the big fish actually had the spiritual mark of a Yuanying strongman, they stopped interfering.

As for whether the Great Master of the Divine Incarnation would discover it, Fang Ping did not care.

Because even if he was hiding far away and in the void space, with the power of the God of Transformation, he only needed to scan with his spiritual sense to find Fang Ping's existence.

So, instead of hiding, it would be better to control the big fish to participate in the trade fair. Anyway, he was prepared to participate in the bidding, and he would definitely be discovered by others.

At the same time, he used the puppet as a medium to sense the situation at the trade fair at the farthest distance.