CHAPTER 458: CHAPTER 458 CAN’T HOLD BACK ANYMORE

The crowd was puzzled, not understanding his question.

He Yitian said, "He framed me and has now been exiled to the border."

"That’s a real shame," Chen Pingping smiled. "I thought he would come too."

"Why do you ask?"

"Never mind that. He claimed I wanted to join the He Family," Chen Pingping said indifferently. "That I wanted to climb the social ladder and use the He Family to become someone superior."

"A misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding..." an elder from the He Family hurriedly explained.

They were all too aware of this Chen Pingping’s capabilities. Even the Fairy Valley and Star Sea didn’t intimidate him, so what was the He Family in his eyes?

Now, the He Family’s only bargaining chip wasn’t their pile of cultivation resources, nor the Quasi-Emperor Weapon, but He Yitian himself.

They hoped the friendship between the two was deep enough.

But clearly, although Chen Pingping didn’t directly answer the question, his words were filled with rejection.

Yes, he disdained joining the He Family.

He Yitian suddenly realized the problem and said anxiously, "Big Brother, please, think about it."

"Not interested," Chen Pingping looked at him. "However, I do have a sound suggestion. Want to hear it?"

He Yitian was taken aback.

"You should join the Wuji Sect!" Chen Pingping said with a smile.

His words caused an immediate uproar.

Even He Yitian was stunned for a moment.

The He Family higher-ups behind him stood dumbstruck.

The situation was becoming rather awkward.

They had come to the Wuji Sect to recruit talent, not to send one of their own away.

He Yitian snapped back to reality and said gloomily, "Big Brother, the Wuji Sect really isn’t strong enough! It’s not as powerful as my He Family. You should join the He Family!"

The Wuji Sect isn’t strong enough?

The crowd looked at him, their expressions turning strange.

Chen Pingping replied, "Don’t worry, the Wuji Sect is already very strong. Its power is decent; it’s just missing you."

He Yitian sighed. "How about this? I also have a Quasi-Emperor Weapon. I’ll give it to you as well. Please, think about it?"

Incredible! To think the He Family was willing to offer a Quasi-Emperor Weapon just to recruit Chen Pingping! The crowd exclaimed in admiration.

Then, he added, "The Wuji Sect is too weak to support our journey forward. The He Family is the right choice for you!"

He pleaded earnestly, clearly hoping from the bottom of his heart that Chen Pingping would join the He Family, whether for the family’s sake or for Chen Pingping himself.

"You can name your conditions," Chen Pingping said with a smile.

"No, *you* join the He Family," He Yitian insisted. He had seen the Wuji Sect’s strength and found it sorely lacking. With such a foundation, growth was out of the question, let alone establishing a foothold in the Southern Diaspora.

"Divine Skills," Chen Pingping stated.

"I have those."

"Divine Weapons."

"I have those too."

"Spirit Pills, Spiritual Medicines, Spirit Stones..." Chen Pingping continued.

He Yitian’s mouth twitched. My He Family has all of those things, and in far greater quantities than your Wuji Sect!

Just as he was about to retort, Chen Pingping produced a large pile of ancient scrolls containing various skills.

The crowd was shocked. After sensing the powerful aura emanating from the scrolls, they couldn’t help but look astonished.

High-level skills, Emperor Tao skills, Sacred-level skills, and many Divine Skills.

Good heavens! They were stunned.

That pile of ancient scrolls on the ground resembled a small mountain.

The people from Fairy Valley stared, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Although they were a superpower, their cultivation foundation was still slightly inferior to what Chen Pingping had just revealed.

Heaven Martial? A trash sect? Who on earth started those rumors?

He Yitian’s eyes widened as well, but he still managed to say, "Big Brother, I have my principles."

Next, Chen Pingping brought out another huge pile, this time of Divine Weapons.

King Tao Divine Weapons, Emperor Tao Divine Weapons, Sacred Soldiers... at least a hundred pieces in total.

The He Family higher-ups felt a crushing pressure.

As an Artifact Refining family, with Artifact Refining as their cornerstone, they naturally possessed far more Divine Weapons than other factions, even more than some superpowers.

However, facing the Divine Weapons Chen Pingping had produced, they actually felt a sense of shame.

Well, in terms of quantity, they still had more, but Chen Pingping’s Divine Weapons were superior in grade.

"Big Brother..." He Yitian gasped, his voice trembling slightly, "you can’t do this!"

SWISH!

Chen Pingping continued, bringing out Spirit Pills and Spiritual Medicines—another small mountain’s worth—completely astounding everyone present.

Such a foundation! Had he plundered the Star Sea and the Ancient Country? everyone wondered.

"As for Spirit Stones, I don’t have many on hand right now, just a few tens of millions," Chen Pingping said, looking somewhat sheepish.

The cultivators were petrified.

He Yitian was so shocked he couldn’t utter a single word.

The family higher-ups behind him snapped back to their senses, their mouths agape, a sense of dread washing over them.

They had come to recruit someone, not to lose one of their own.

They hoped He Yitian would stand firm; after all, the He Family was his clan, the place that had nurtured him.

"Yitian? Calm down. Your sister will never agree to this," an elderly clansman couldn’t help but say.

"That’s right, Yitian. You are the hope of our He Family."

He Yitian waved his hand, signaling them to be quiet, then said, "Big Brother, I really do have my principles."

As he spoke, he gazed eagerly at the huge pile of cultivation resources, his heart pounding. Two voices echoed in his mind. The first urged, ’Go!’ The second insisted, ’Hurry up and go!’

But then, the imposing figure of his sister flashed through his mind, and he panicked. I can’t go! Otherwise, sister will beat me to death!

Seeing him so firm in his principles, the He Family higher-ups breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Chen Pingping hesitated for a moment, then said, "I’ll let you read my ’Refining Basic Skills’ manual."

"Big Brother! From now on, just call me Little He, or Little Tian is fine too!" He Yitian scampered over.

He Yitian had coveted Chen Pingping’s magical ’Refining Basic Skills’ manual countless times. Every time he tried to get a closer look, Chen Pingping would evade him.

He knew very well that Chen Pingping had repaired that spaceship by consulting it. Its value was astounding!

He Yitian couldn’t hold back any longer.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

What about your principles? You were so firm just now, and now you’re ’Little He’?

The members of the He Family were utterly dumbfounded.

"Big Brother, these things..." He Yitian blinked, pointing to the piles of cultivation resources, then trailed off.

"You can have these things, sure, but then you can’t look at the ’Refining Basic Skills’ manual," Chen Pingping said slyly.

He Yitian’s face instantly darkened. "Damn it, Big Brother! You can’t do this! That’s not what you said just now."

"Just kidding," Chen Pingping smiled. "I’m not that petty. However... you can look at ’Refining Basic Skills,’ but if you want these items, there’s one condition."

He Yitian instantly became wary.

"After joining the Wuji Sect, you establish your own branch, train ten Grandmasters of Artifact Refining for me, and all these items will be yours, not a single one missing," Chen Pingping winked.

"I just remembered, I have something else to attend to," He Yitian said, turning to leave.

"You don’t have anything else."

"No, I really do! My sister called me home for dinner."

"You really don’t have anything else," Chen Pingping said, narrowing his eyes.

Just then, Hei trotted over, giving He Yitian an unfriendly look.

He Yitian immediately froze.

Chen Pingping laughed. "See? I told you you didn’t have anything else. Come on, let’s head back first. I have a grand plan to discuss with you."