Seeing this, the Luo family members were all frightened and scattered to flee.
And Chen Ping took a single stride and caught up to the Luo family's steward.
"Where is Ningzhi?"
Chen Ping asked the steward coldly.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me…"
The butler trembled: "Young Master Ning has been arranged to the storage room. I can take you there..."
Chen Ping looked at the steward's terrified expression and let go of him: "If you dare to play tricks, I'll smash your skull."
"No, no..."
The butler wouldn't dare to play any tricks. Even Luo Jinyu is no match for Chen Ping, let alone him.
The butler trembled and led Chen Ping to the warehouse!
And at this moment, inside the warehouse, Ning Zhi was looking at the piles of medicinal crystal stones in the warehouse, a gleam in his eyes.
"Look at you, so pathetic. All this is nothing compared to what you need to reach the realm of a Martial Marquis!"
At this moment, an aged voice echoed in Ning Zhi's mind.
"Then how can I reach the realm of the Martial Marquis and kill Chen Ping?"
Ning Zhi asked.
"You only level up fastest by absorbing the strength of others!"
A creaking voice spoke softly.
"Are you asking me to cultivate the ways of a demon cultivator? To become a demon cultivator?"
Ning Zhi's brow furrowed slightly.
“Cultivator of darkness? What is a Cultivator of darkness? This world is simply about the survival of the fittest. All you sects and aristocratic families, grabbing resources from others, aren't you Cultivators of darkness?”
"Now it's all about strength. You think those masters you see haven't absorbed the essence of others?"
In his mind, the aged voice asked gruffly.
Ning Zhi remained silent for a moment before speaking, "If I practice the ways of the evil cultivators, what level of strength could you bring me to? Would I be able to kill Chen Ping?"
"Hahaha...Are you laughing at me? What could someone like Chen Ping 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 bow down to you. You won't have anything to fear..."
That aged voice laughed heartily.
"Could you... could you possibly help me reach the realm of a martial saint?"
Ning Zhi was breathing rapidly, his mood very excited.
You know, the Martial Saint is way more awesome than the Great Martial Marquis. Ning Zhi has no idea how long it's been since he's heard of a Martial Saint.
As for the legendary Martial Emperor, who is said to be above 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 martial arts path is endless, and can even reach the point of immortality!"
"Just listen to me, and when I'm reborn using your body, I will make you the peak of the martial arts world."
By then, the entire martial arts world will be at its beck and call...
"And now my revenge is complete..."
The aged voice grew fainter and finally disappeared 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 a demon cultivator?"
Ning Zhi was very puzzled, this shadow dwelling in his body, who exactly was it?
"Cultivators of evil?" An aged voice rang out, laced with disdain. "They are nothing but my disciples and grandchildren."
Ning Zhi didn't speak, but he could feel that the shadow residing in his body was definitely no ordinary being!
…………
“Mr. Chen… Mr. Chen, Ning Zhi is in here!”
The steward pointed to the warehouse and said to Chen Ping.
Chen Ping glanced at the warehouse, and his divine sense instantly radiated out. He immediately detected Ning Zhi inside the warehouse.
Seeing that the steward was not lying, Chen Ping then said, "Get out..."
The steward scrambled and rolled happily away.
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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