Starting from the steel of the heart, slaying demons and monsters.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than two dark figures, like ghosts, silently entered the room.

The two stood side by side, both dressed in black, and their masks had been removed, revealing two young faces.

The person on the left is rather thin, with a lively look in his eyes, as if he always harbors a cynical spirit.

The man on the right is completely different. He has a square face and a calm and steady demeanor. Overall, he looks like a sharp blade that has not yet been drawn, exuding an imposing aura.

These two were the people who saved him last night.

Before he could speak, the thin young man on the left suddenly turned to the side, stretched out his hand to his companion, palm up, fingers slightly hooked.

"Brother Guo."

With that one word, there was a hint of smugness in his tone, as if he were saying, "See, I told you so."

Zhang Ping was slightly taken aback.

Then, the calm and composed young man expressionlessly took out a tael of silver from his pocket and placed it in his palm.

The thin young man grabbed the silver, chuckled twice, and casually stuffed it into his pocket, his smug expression deepening.

Zhang Ping's lips twitched.

So these two are treating themselves like a gamble.

"You two..." He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

The thin young man, however, was quite unassuming. He waved his hand with a grin, as if he had read Zhang Ping's mind, and said directly, "Brother Zhang, don't mind, it's just a small bet. Brother Guo and I are betting on when you'll be able to detect us after we slowly release our auras."

"Brother Guo is betting on sixfold."

"As for the result..."

After saying that, he patted the silver in his pocket, "You've already seen it."

Zhang Ping remained silent for a moment.

He hadn't expected that at such close range, the other party would release five layers of aura before he could sense it.

If they wanted to kill him, they could have taken his life the moment they rushed in.

As I sighed inwardly.

Zhang Ping composed himself, cupped his hands in greeting, and asked, "May I ask your names, and why you wish to save me?"

This is his most pressing concern right now.

He had no connection with these forces in his memory, so why would two experts at the peak of the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm be willing to help him?

Upon hearing this, the thin young man dropped his playful expression and bowed respectfully to Zhang Ping.

"Brother Zhang, you're too kind."

His voice was a bit more composed than before.

"We two are from the Pure Heaven Sect."

"That dog demon also said it last night, and I believe Brother Zhang heard it clearly."

As he spoke, he turned to the side, raised his hand, and gestured to the taciturn person beside him.

"His name is Guo Jie."

Then he turned his finger and pointed to himself, "My name is Heng Ziyang."

After saying that, Heng Ziyang took half a step forward, lowered his voice, as if he were talking about a secret, "Brother Guo doesn't like to talk, Brother Zhang, please bear with him."

Zhang Ping glanced at Guo Jie and gave a slight bow.

Guo Jie remained expressionless, merely nodding as a greeting.

Judging from his appearance, he really doesn't like to talk.

Then Heng Ziyang coughed, cleared his throat, and finally became serious. He looked directly at Zhang Ping and said in a solemn tone, word by word, "As for why we are here to save Brother Zhang, it is because we are here on the orders of the town lord to recruit Brother Zhang."

"recruit?"

Zhang Ping repeated the word, his tone clearly showing his confusion.

The two people in front of me look much younger than me.

Zhang Ping estimated that Heng Ziyang was at most in his early twenties, and Guo Jie was only around twenty-four or twenty-five, but the two of them were already at the peak of the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm, just one step away from stepping into the Blood Boiling Realm.

With that kind of strength, in Ancient Wind City, they would be an existence that could do whatever they wanted.

And what about yourself?

He's thirty years old and still at the seventh level of Body Tempering.

Zhang Ping knew that this body wasn't bad in terms of its foundation, but its talent was limited. The original owner had cultivated for many years to reach this level, but compared to the two in front of him, the gap was not small.

What makes a thirty-year-old at the seventh level of Body Tempering worth recruiting?

Could it be because of that mouse?

Zhang Ping was making plans in his mind.

After thinking it over, it seems like this is the only possibility.

After all, he did demonstrate combat power beyond his own level.

Although that was mainly due to supernatural powers.

Just as Zhang Ping was thinking, Heng Ziyang's voice rang out again.

"Brother Zhang, there's no need to have any doubts."

He waved his hand, "I'll just tell you directly, Brother Zhang. It's because you killed Hei Sha with a single strike while only at the seventh level of cultivation that you caught the attention of the town lord, which is why you were given this opportunity to join the Jingtian Sect."

When Heng Ziyang mentioned the word "opportunity," he emphasized it slightly, as if to stress it out.

Zhang Ping keenly grasped this point.

This word is used in a very interesting way.

It's not an invitation, it's an opportunity.

It's as if joining the Pure Heaven Sect is some extraordinary thing.

Zhang Ping looked up at Heng Ziyang, then at Guo Jie, and found that Guo Jie's cold and hard face still showed no extra expression.

"Jingtian Gate..."

Zhang Ping silently pondered these three words.

Judging from the situation of these two people, the strength of the Jingtian Sect is indeed remarkable. Moreover, the greyhound turned and ran away after hearing the name last night, so joining it may not be a bad thing.

However, it would be best to know more about the situation.

Then, Zhang Ping looked at Heng Ziyang with doubt and said, "I am indeed ignorant, but I have never heard of the Pure Heaven Sect."

This is the truth.

He has almost digested the original owner's memories. He knows all the major and minor forces in Gufeng City, and even has some understanding of those outside.

Government offices, gangs, chambers of commerce, security escort agencies... there's no one he doesn't know.

But the three words "Jingtianmen" were indeed appearing in his knowledge for the first time.

Upon hearing this, Heng Ziyang did not show any surprise. Instead, he smiled slightly, as if he had expected this to happen.

"It's normal that Brother Zhang hasn't heard of it."

He said in a relaxed tone, "Our Jingtian Sect has always kept a low profile. Besides, we are a relatively new sect and urgently need talent. That's why we need someone like Brother Zhang to join us."

These words reveal a sense that he could do without her.

Zhang Ping did not press further upon hearing this.

He knew that Heng Ziyang had something else to say.

Sure enough, Heng Ziyang continued, "But Brother Zhang, you don't need to rush to make a decision. Let me make things clear first."

His voice suddenly lowered a few decibels, and he said with a hint of seriousness, "Actually, Brother Zhang, you don't really have much of a choice."

Zhang Ping raised an eyebrow. Could it be that the other party was going to threaten him?

After Heng Ziyang finished speaking, he looked at him and immediately opened his palm, saying, "Brother Zhang, don't misunderstand. What I meant was that you offended Granny Hei. You haven't forgotten about that, have you?"