Chen Ping's Sword

But they managed to pacify the southwest in the shortest time possible, one after the other.

Is this like herding ducks?

Or is there some urgency for them to gain credit?

That’s not it either.

Sun Yun and Han Wushang are among the most trusted within King Ping’s Army. They don’t need credit; as long as they complete their task, no one can take their credit away.

And Cui Huchen?

Considering the current state of the Cui Family, is he still thinking about restoring the glory of the noble families and achieving new heights again, isn’t that akin to seeking death?

Thus, there must be something about this that I don’t understand.

"Just hope this Tiger Minister of the world doesn’t make any wrong moves."

Feng Yuantu sighed and didn’t say any more.

Because he noticed that Chen Ping had already thought about this, his expression slightly gloomy, but then he smiled and didn’t bring up the topic again.

"Lord, on Bacang Mountain, the Cloud-Watching Residence has already been cleaned. The Dao cultivators have been moved out. When would my lord like to set out?"

"No time like the present, I will depart immediately. This time, I’ll take only Fairy Fang and her servant along. You all must remain as before, don’t leak any information, and if there are any important issues that cannot be resolved, send a message immediately."

"Yes."

Feng Yuantu bowed his head and replied respectfully.

He did not ask what Chen Ping’s trip was for.

Some matters need not be explained by those in higher positions to those below.

Knowing too much, instead, isn’t a good thing.

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"You just relax, focus on your cultivation. With Xiaoyu and me here, we guarantee not even a wild rabbit will disturb you."

Fang Qingzhu heartily assured, patting her chest with confidence.

She didn’t forget to flick out a Sword Qi with her fingertip, stunning a gray rabbit running through the forest, and grabbed it in her hand.

Then, Fang Qingzhu and her servant Xiaoyu looked up and down the silly rabbit, both gulping profoundly with a gulp.

It’s uncertain when they developed such voracious eating habits?

Could it be there were no small animals in the Purple Bamboo Forest, or was it that they were managed strictly, and couldn’t eat meat, having to stick to a vegetarian diet?

Chen Ping suddenly thought of a reason.

He looked at these two gluttons, a hint of pity in his eyes.

Poor children.

However, Fang Qingzhu did get one thing right.

With their eating habits, indeed, no rabbit would wander into the Cloud-Watching Residence.

This time, specifically visiting Bacang Mountain, a not-too-high, not-too-low mountain twenty miles away from Lii City, was not for hiding away in solitude.

Instead, he knew in his mind.

This time breaking through to the Divine Martial Realm might be a bit different from before, and there could possibly be some phenomena appearing.

As top combat power within the Thirty-Six Dynasties in the Star Luo Sea Domain, each appearance is very striking.

He wasn’t trying to hide away his own strength and cultivation.

But, at least in the current period, delaying for a while, making people aware a bit later, is always good.

To avoid touching certain people’s nerves, making them act harshly against him too early.

He knew, in this world of supernatural powers, some ways to block information aren’t always reliable.

Very likely, the news of him killing Senior Brother Yan Beifei, and even slaying Shui Wuyan had already been placed on the desk of some people.

Thinking of this, Chen Ping looked at Xiaoyu with a smile, not paying attention to Fang Qingzhu’s promises, "Girl, don’t you know how to blow bubbles? Just make sure no one sees what’s happening on Bacang Mountain these few days, and you’ll be credited. At that time, you’ll be rewarded with three servings of Eight Treasures, personally cooked by Old Man Han."

Old Man Han, whose name is Han Yu, is a peculiar but skilled chef Chen Ping encountered by chance on the street.

He doesn’t have other remarkable skills, but his culinary prowess is rare in the world.

Chen Ping originally thought the glowing dishes seen in previous life’s anime only existed in comics.

But here, he saw them alive.

Han Yu’s dishes not only glow, each dish can also tell a story, having one experience a life’s journey in the illusion.

When Chen Ping saw him in Liiyang City, he almost mistook him for a hidden master of the highest order and took extra care to invite him into his residence.

After many trials, it turned out this old man was not really an expert, not even highly skilled in martial arts, only learned some shallow skills for enhancing health and transporting Qi and Blood. Moreover, he was full of greed, anger, and ignorance, having an extremely peculiar temperament.

Normally, it was truly difficult to invite him to cook.

Even someone like Fairy-level Fang Qingzhu, and an extremely adorable Little Fish Demon Xiaoyu couldn’t make a demand in front of him. However, Chen Ping could call on him anytime, and he’d listen; this is what you call one thing conquering another.

What exactly made this quirky old man so obedient, Fairy Fang and her servant duo never figured out, and they were always very impressed with Chen Ping.

When hearing that they could allow him to make the glowing Eight Treasures, Fang Qingzhu and Xiaoyu nearly drooled at the thought, and without needing any more encouragement, Xiaoyu obediently ran to the mountainside to blow bubbles.

The girl wasn’t quite clever, not even asking Chen Ping how he knew her deeply hidden ability.

But Fang Qingzhu gave Chen Ping a few more cautious glances.

’Haha, I wouldn’t tell them that because I was curious about the monstrous bodies in this world, I once sneaked into Xiaoyu’s room at midnight to study closely, and even personally experienced the magic of these bubbles.’