BECOMING A FATHER IN THE CULTIVATION WORLD
Spreading Rumors

Not long after, Bai Yichen left with a group of city guards. From start to finish, they were all polite and very polite.

This made He Peng sigh feelingly.

Not all young masters are idiots. There are still heirs from large families who are good in terms of character and self-worth.

This is how true nobles should be!

“The cultivation of this child is also great. He seems to be in the Core Formation Realm, but I feel that something is wrong.”.

He Peng's eyes narrowed.

But soon, he stopped thinking about it. Since it had nothing to do with him, he was too lazy to investigate.

So what if that person was an unrivalled genius?

As long as the person was hostile to his son, a genius who had been hit by a serious illness and became a loser, a draw was definitely at hand.

"En, while the free boy went to buy a waitress, I can also go and do big business."

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth curved.

Then he walked out of the room, out of the house through the back door, and put on a big black robe in the corner.

Mysterious people have been born!!

He even wears a mask to be safe.

There's nothing wrong with this.

He joined the crowd of people passing by from the street behind the house.

Lomang City was a place where fish and dragons mixed into one. There were all sorts of people from all walks of life, and not a few people were wearing black robes. Therefore, He Peng's clothes would not attract much attention.

Many people dress like this when they go out.

Short story.

After asking many passers-by, he finally arrived at the most mysterious place in Lomang City, the underground black market.

This is a huge basement that takes care of all kinds of secret businesses.

Some of the underground forces were so entrenched that even the Mayor Hall could only turn a blind eye as it could not stop them.

And the Fog Rain Pavilion was such an organization!

Their forces were scattered throughout the Xuanbei Dynasty, and had an unimaginable background. Their main business is information.

Here, as long as there is money, we can buy all kinds of information we want, and we can also spread all kinds of information!

In other words, they have trained paparazzi, and they also have a lot of buzzers aka pack rice troops.

As long as money was provided, there was nothing they could not do about the information.

The service hall of the Fog Rain Pavilion was extremely dark. On both sides, there was a blue glowing fire furnace, commonly known as demon fire.

Makes the mood a little gloomy.

There were quite a number of people coming here, and everyone who entered would be taken to the secret room by a masked servant.

"Guests, please follow me."

A woman wearing a cat mask said calmly to He Peng, then walked towards the secret room.

He Peng followed behind.

After he entered the secret room, the woman left, and the door to the secret room was closed. The situation inside was airtight and dark.

As a powerful expert in the Pure Soul Realm, He Peng was not afraid. In Lomang City, there were only a few people stronger than him.

Gurururs!

The sound of mechanism movement suddenly sounded from one of the walls. Then, a small crack appeared on the wall.

“Excuse me, do you want to buy or spread?”

An old and hoarse voice came from a small crack.

'Buying' naturally means 'buying information'.

'Spreading' is 'spreading rumors'!

“Threading." He Peng said without hesitation.

“What do you want to say? Can you write it down?”

The old voice asked. Then, a piece of paper, a writing brush, and ink stones were handed over to He Peng.

He picked up a brush and prepared to write.

But then he got into his mind…

What if this evidence is found in the future?

Therefore, he firmly switched to his left hand.

But on second thought…

It's still not safe!!

So, he said to the owner of the old voice with a solemn expression, "Sorry, please close for a moment."

The old man behind the small hole was clearly stunned. Although he did not know why, he still closed the small hole for a while.

After all, the customer is king.

Their reputation is also very important in the black market business.

After the small hole was closed, He Peng took off his left shoe and started writing with a brush between his toes.

Writing with the feet alone was already impossible to recognize, let alone the left foot. If anyone could recognize that this was written by him, then that person must be a ghost!

After all this time.

He finally finished writing on a piece of paper. This writing was too horrifying to look at, but if looked at carefully, the words could still be read.

Gurururs!

He knocked on the small hole, and the gap opened again.

“Alright, I hope you will spread this rumor throughout Lomang City in three days.”

The old man behind the small crack picked up the paper, and was silent for a moment. Then, he said in a strange voice, “We charge based on the influence of rumors, the identity of the target, and the spread coverage.”

"I understand." He Peng said calmly.

"For the rumors you entrusted this time, we charge ... 100,000 spirit stones" said the old man in a deep voice.

"Good." He Peng nodded. This was almost the same as his estimation, so he transferred 100,000 spirit stones with the Wanbao Trading House gold card.

The Wanbao Trading House had a bank, and their reputation was excellent. Hence, their gold cards could be used throughout the entire Xuanbei Dynasty.

"Is there anything else you need?"

The old ptia asked.

"No."

"Then please take this road."

The old man said politely. Then, he seemed to have activated some sort of mechanism. The wall on the right side split open, revealing a secret passageway.

"Good bye." He Peng walked into the hallway.

This hallway is very long. It was cold and dark inside. After a long walk, he finally reached the end. When he came out of the hallway, he was already on the corner of the road.

Gurururs!

He turned around to look. The sound of a spinning gear could be heard from the open passageway. Then slowly close.

"Time home. I hope the boy hasn't come back. If not, I need to find another reason.

He shook his head and smiled, then walked out of the street corner and asked for directions, and then immediately rushed back home.

Arriving at home.

His son has not returned.

Therefore, he let out a sigh of relief. Although he had thousands of reasons to cheat on his son at any time, it was better to still avoid trouble!

[Dig! Your son has offended a fourth level Pure Soul Realm expert. Your cultivation will be raised to the fourth level of the Pure Soul Realm, and you will become invincible in the same realm!]

At this moment, the sound of the system was heard.

He Peng was stunned.

Then, he was surprised.

What the hell is going on?

His free son has already learned how to make trouble himself?

Greatable.

This is worth being grateful for!

He originally thought that it would be very difficult for him to immediately become stronger, but unexpectedly, his free son had given him a huge shock in the blink of an eye.

"Rubber too! What am I supposed to worry about? The Beloved Son of Heaven was born to cause trouble. Even if I don't do anything, he will still cause trouble!”

He secretly thought about it.

If he didn't obtain the Greatest Father System of All Time, that child might not only fight for his father's sake, but would also pull him into trouble!

"Dad! Dad, save me!”

Immediately, He Ri's voice sounded from outside, looking extremely anxious, like the bark of a crying dog.

“Little bastard, you hit the young miss of our family, and you still want to escape? Never mind calling your father, calling your grandfather is of no use!”

The voice of the angry middle-aged man sounded.

He Peng hurriedly came out upon hearing this.

At the courtyard gate, He Ri was fleeing crazily, and a middle-aged man in the ninth level Core Formation Realm was struggling to catch up to him.

"Hmm? Speed of this child is very fast.”

He Peng's eyebrows slightly raised. His son's current running speed was actually on par with that middle-aged man.

Did he use some kind of magical treasure?

Or was he possessed by the old grandfather's ghost?

"Hmph, you're dead!"

The middle-aged man gave a cold snort, then he slapped it with his palm. The energy from his huge palm rumbled as it swept towards He Ri with a majestic aura.

"Dad, save me!" yelled He Ri again.

Seeing this, He Peng could not just sit and watch. So, he jumped up and blocked behind He Ri.

Bang out!

With a loud sound, the huge palm energy exploded, and a powerful shock wave spread out in all directions.

He Peng stood in his place, sturdy like a rock.

"Eh?"

He Ri was stunned, then he turned around in surprise and saw the familiar figure standing up to protect her.

Who else if not his father?

“Who are you, Sir? Why did Master stop me from killing this little bastard?

When the middle-aged man saw He Peng, he immediately revealed a serious expression, as his intuition told him that the person in front of him was strong, extremely strong!

It must be a powerful expert in the Pure Soul Realm.

“I'm his father.”

He Peng looked at the middle-aged man coldly.

Little fucker?

If this son of hers is called a little bastard, then who is he?

The middle-aged man was suddenly shocked. Then, he also thought about the question above, if his son was a little bastard, then his father….

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he carefully said, "Master, actually ... This is all a misunderstanding."