When the people of Luo family saw this, they were all scared and scattered away.
And Chen Ping, with a single stride, caught up to the Luo family's steward.
Where is Ning Zhi?
Chen Ping coldly asked the butler.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."
The steward trembled: "Young Master Ning has been placed in the storeroom. I can take you there..."
Chen Ping looked at the housekeeper trembling with fear, and let go of him: "If you dare to play tricks, I'll smash your head."
"No, no..."
The steward wouldn't dare to play tricks. Even Luo Jinyou was no match for Chen Ping, let alone him.
The butler trembled as he led Chen Ping to the warehouse!
And at this moment, inside the warehouse, Ning Zhi gazed at the piles of medicinal herb crystal stones within, a gleam in his eyes.
"Look at you, so pathetic! These things are plentiful, but they won't be enough for you to reach the realm of a Martial Marquis!"
At this moment, a voice as ancient as time echoed in Ning Zhi's mind.
"Then how can I ascend to the realm of the Marquis Wuhou and kill that Chen Ping?"
Ning Zhi asked.
"You will only improve at your fastest pace by absorbing the strengths of others!"
A voice, aged and weary, spoke softly.
"Are you asking me to cultivate the ways of the demon? To become a demon cultivator?"
Ning Zhi's brows furrowed slightly.
"Cultivator of the Devil Path? What is a Cultivator of the Devil Path? This world is just about the strong preying on the weak. Aren't you sects and clans, who plunder resources from others, also Cultivators of the Devil Path?"
"Now it's all about strength. You think those masters you see haven't absorbed the essence of others?"
In his mind, that aged voice gruffly questioned.
Ning Zhi remained silent for a moment before speaking, "If I were to cultivate the ways of demonic cultivation, what level of power could you help me achieve? Would it be enough to kill Chen Ping?"
"Hahaha... Are you joking with me? A mere Chen Ping, what could he possibly amount to? As long as you listen to me, I can help you reach the peak of martial arts."

By then, everyone in the martial arts world will have to submit to you. You won't have to fear anything anymore...
That aged voice laughed boisterously.
"Could you... could you possibly help me reach the level of a Martial Saint?"
Ning Zhi's breathing was rapid, and he was very excited.
You have to know, the martial saint is a much more powerful existence than the Great Martial Marquis. Ning Zhi didn't know how long it had been since he last heard of a martial saint.
As for the legendary Martial Emperor, who surpasses even the Martial Saints, his realm of cultivation...
That's all just legend, he always believed it was legend...
"Your vision is too narrow. The path of martial arts has no end, and it can even lead to immortality!"
"Just listen to me, and when I am reborn using your body, I will make you stand at the peak of the martial arts world."
"...By then, the entire martial arts world will be under our control..."
And so, my revenge... is complete.
The aged voice gradually faded, finally disappearing from Ning Zhi's mind.
Ning Zhi was taken aback for a moment: "May I ask you a question? Who exactly are you? Are you an evil cultivator?"
Ning Zhi was very puzzled. This shadow that lived in his body, who exactly was it?
"Cultivators of the Dark Arts?" A voice, old and filled with disdain, spoke up. "They're nothing but my disciples, descendants."
Ning Zhi didn't speak, but he could feel that the shadow dwelling inside him was definitely no ordinary being!
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"Mr. Chen... Mr. Chen, Ning Zhi is in here!"
The housekeeper pointed at the warehouse and said to Chen Ping.
Chen Ping glanced at the warehouse, and his divine sense instantly spread out. He immediately detected Ning Zhi inside the warehouse.
Seeing that the steward wasn't lying, Chen Ping said, "Get out..."
The butler ran away happily, rolling and crawling.
And at this moment, Ning Zhi was about to cultivate inside the warehouse, and that aged voice in his mind instantly reminded him: "Chen Ping is here..."

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