Chen Ping's Sword

Chen Ping stood under the moonlight, while the fifteen thousand riders in the distance stopped, silently regaining their strength.

Beyond the mountain ridge in the distance, flames could be seen, and the faint sounds of battle cries carried by the wind could be heard.

"Hua Lian’er... uh, Little Mingyue, have you heard that there is an exceptionally formidable old eunuch in the Prince’s Mansion?"

Previously, Chen Ping had fought his way to King Jinghai.

He did not continue his attack, but it wasn’t because he didn’t want to.

He had already engaged in a mental exchange with someone.

He discovered that within ten feet around King Jinghai, it was like a black hole vortex. Any vitality, true qi, or vigorous force that entered would be worn away completely by a swirling force, inducing a feeling of dread in the heart.

Others might not be able to see it, but beside King Jinghai, there stood a man.

That man was full of wrinkles, very old, yet had a clean-shaven face, appearing somewhat effeminate, with a slightly bent waist and back.

If seen elsewhere, no matter who saw this person, they wouldn’t think he posed any threat.

However, in the midst of a grand military camp, surrounded by soldiers and generals, seeing such a person, with no one noticing anything amiss, was the greatest peculiarity.

Chen Ping’s telepathy sensed that if he continued to act, it might lead to unexpected consequences.

Ji Changlie, King Jinghai, was not someone who couldn’t be killed.

But he might not necessarily succeed, and moreover, might not be able to defeat that old man.

Fortunately, Chen Ping wasn’t someone to stubbornly push forward. With both sides wary of each other, he tossed out some harsh words and turned to leave.

Not trying to compete for momentary dominance.

Currently, the primary target was not King Jinghai, but the Beizhou Hu Cavalry.

He was clear on this reasoning.

"There is such an old gentleman. I saw him once when I was little, but after growing up, I’ve never seen him again."

Hearing Chen Ping speak with caution, Ji Mingyue tilted her head in thought, then said nonchalantly, "Whether or not that person exists, it doesn’t really matter, as long as Seventh Brother isn’t injured. Actually, you didn’t need to go into the army. If the person from the Extreme Yin Sect escaped, then so be it."

"Even you dare to chase them? Isn’t that disrespecting me? Though, it’s not for your sake."

Chen Ping explained briefly, a clear case of ’there’s no silver here, one hundred taels.’

Ji Mingyue chuckled lightly, nodding in agreement, "Alright, let’s not bother with these two hundred thousand troops. It’s best not to make more enemies for now. I overheard Ji Xuanhe and others talking. This time, the Wind and Cloud Pavilion and Celestial Witchcraft Sect actually set a trap early on..."

"You can eavesdrop on conversations under the eyes of a Unity Realm Grandmaster; how did you do it?"

Upon hearing the Little Commandery Princess describe how she was in a half-asleep state, like a bright moon illuminating the void, reflecting all surroundings in her heart, Chen Ping couldn’t help but admire secretly.

Thinking that this little girl’s physique might indeed be special, her cultivation of the Celestial Heart Bright Moon Sword allowed her to often detect the weaknesses in both techniques and cultivation of others and break them with one sword.

But with this little girl, she played with it in many ways.

Combining "enemy reconnaissance," "attack," "enemy confusion," into one, enhancing the Celestial Heart Bright Moon Sword to a more profound level.

The most outrageous part is, she hasn’t extensively trained, yet within a few months, she leapt through the Twelve Main Meridians, Eight Extraordinary Meridians, Innate Martial Intent, directly breaking through to the Unity of Heaven and Man Grandmaster Realm.

Not to mention the accumulation speed of true qi, but the bottleneck between these major realms seemed non-existent to her.

What kind of talent is this?

Could it be she is Heaven and Earth’s beloved daughter?

She doesn’t even need to obey the basic rules while leveling up?

Chen Ping couldn’t quite understand.

However, now wasn’t the time to ponder these things.

Chen Ping cast a glance at the white silkworm baby in his sea of consciousness, noticing the tribulation points on the attribute panel quietly reaching 632 points.

Just after witnessing Hua Lian’er being chased, her internal organs severely damaged, life like a candle in the wind, he retaliated in anger, pursuing and fighting back, but didn’t think much of it, just chased and charged into battle.

Unexpectedly, the tribulation points increased by 174 points.

Although the fortune points hadn’t changed much, they had met the requirements for breaking realm.

He now understood the mechanism of breaking realm with tribulation points.

It’s essentially using this unique energy to compress one’s years of accumulated breakthroughs into a very short span of time.

After some casual conversation with the Little Commandery Princess, the slight unfamiliarity from their longtime absence gradually faded away...

It was as if they were back in the Earth God Temple, on Qilin Street, where familiarity disregarded ceremony.

Chen Ping gently patted the little girl’s head, wiping away the lingering tears at the corner of her eyes, and smiled, "Help Seventh Brother guard, I have some enlightenment from the previous battle, it’s just the right time to enhance my cultivation. I have a premonition that an epic battle is coming, and I can’t be too careless."

"Alright, unless I die on the spot, no one will disturb you."

Upon hearing this, Hua Lian’er immediately got up, holding the Cyan Steel Sword vigilantly.

The crescent-shaped birthmark on her brow faintly emitted a halo.

"It’s not that serious, just a precaution."

Chen Ping chuckled, saying a line before leaving her to it.

His heart and spirit gradually sank into the sea of consciousness.

Ten years of spring and autumn, condensed into an instant.

The blue seas turned into mulberry fields, the flow of years like the spark of a glimmer...

points of tribulation suddenly transformed into raging illusory flames, burning in the sea of consciousness.

Chen Ping seemed to be standing on the peak of a snowy mountain, surrounded by desolation.

He practiced swordsmanship in the icy and snowy cold.

During the day, he coexisted with the sun, and at night he shone alongside the stars and the moon.

The vegetation withered and thrived, wild beasts and birds came and went, sunrise and sunset, year after year.

It wasn’t clear how long it lasted.

Chen Ping continued to swing his sword endlessly, with countless insights in his heart gradually accumulating.

Finally, one day.

He swung his sword, and the originally illusory six-zhang shadow behind him suddenly moved.

Breaking free from the constraints of form, seemingly coming to life.

As the sword light rose, his heart remained calm and undisturbed. That shadow, however, thrust and withdrew its sword, whistling to and fro, its sword qi vast and powerful, transforming into a raging dragon that broke through, causing the surrounding mountains to collapse.

"Sword Intent Divinity Transformation, Finishing Touch."

Chen Ping sighed, a sudden clarity in his heart.

He opened his eyes, waking up, and discovered that an overwhelming transformation had occurred within his body.

Unconsciously, he had reopened 36 acupoints.

acupoints simultaneously shimmered brightly.

The body felt empty, transforming into a massive black hole.

Star light roared down from above, like a bucket-thick pillar of light, concentrated star essence power pouring into the acupoints, mostly turning into Blood Essence True Gang, partially into true qi, which flowed through the meridians, circulating through his body.

Winds and clouds surged all around.

Leaves flew, trees swayed.

Within a fifty-meter radius, fierce winds roared, and thunder rumbled softly.

Ji Mingyue, who had been standing close, holding her sword cautiously, couldn’t stand it anymore either. She had to retreat again and again, retreating to fifty meters away, looking at Chen Ping with some concern.

Silently praying that no one would attack at this time.

Otherwise, interrupting Seventh Brother’s cultivation wouldn’t end well.

This scene lasted for a full fifteen minutes.

The pillar of light above Chen Ping’s head gradually faded away. He stood up, as the surrounding vitality receded like a tide towards his body, his eyes shining brightly, and he smiled, "With my cultivation breaking through, it’s just the right time to kill the enemy."