Chen Ping's Sword

Even in broad daylight, the sky’s sudden eruption of seven-colored fireworks was exceptionally dazzling.

Over a dozen streets in the city suddenly fell into chaos.

A middle-aged vegetable seller laughed heartily, stood up, and kicked a basket aside.

Grabbing one end of a pole, he wiped it casually and drew out a long blade, striding into a grand manor not far ahead. Taking a token from his bosom, he shouted, "Celestial Heart Pavilion business, bystanders make way. Du Chengtian, you’re in trouble, come with me."

In a restaurant, a smiling waiter, carrying a tray of dishes, was weaving through tables and chairs when suddenly, he saw the light flashing in the sky.

His expression turned serious.

The greasy, nimble smile vanished. He reached into his sleeve, took out a dagger, and leapt out the window, entering a large mansion with two quick jumps and took out a token.

On another street, a young man engrossed in his studies, holding a book and muttering to himself, resembled a scholar preparing for exams at all costs.

Walking, sitting, eating, even relieving himself, he didn’t want to part with the book in his hands.

Even when going out for a drink, he didn’t want to stop even for a moment.

When he heard the noise and saw the fireworks in the sky, he was silent for a while, then walked to the elegant opposite courtyard, bowed and said, "Teacher, you’re in trouble, come with your student."

As he spoke, he fetched a white jade token from his bosom in front of the cultured and elegant middle-aged scholar.

Without casting a glance at the gentle and dignified teacher’s wife and the cute and lovely little sister, who showed sudden terror and despair on their faces.

Outside the west suburbs, Han Xiaoru led five thousand elite cavalry, with golden flames rising three feet from them, their skin and bones like glazed precious jade, emitting a radiant glow. With a Three-Pointed Double-Bladed Saber in hand, she charged and struck down two generals in succession, rushing towards Wei Qingzhu, the leader of the Flood Dragon Gang, slicing him in two with one swing.

"Colluding with Ji Xuanshui to rebel against King Ping, you deserve death."

Han Xiaoru shouted fiercely, the army swept over.

Two Daoists, surrounded by layers of thunderlight, tried to escape.

But after being hemmed in by Han Xiaoru on horseback, they were slain on the spot.

As for Ji Xuanshui, he was at this moment in a grand mansion in the north of the city, his face full of tears, collapsed to the ground...

Behind him stood two elderly men with noble official authority.

As they were in a secret discussion, they saw the mansion gates smashed open, and a group of people walked in.

Leading them was Ji Mingyue.

"Little Sister Mingyue, your elder brother was momentarily confused and strayed, I ask for your mercy."

The shouts and screams, both familiar and unfamiliar, that came from all directions, made him realize that some things were over before they even began.

"It’s only natural for a son to want revenge by pulling in some old ministers, that’s no fault of yours.

However, Brother Xuanshui, you brought people from the Shenxiao Sword Sect and colluded with the Flood Dragon Gang, planning a night assault on the General’s Mansion and plotting against General Han, for that, I cannot pardon you."

Whether Ji Xuanshui understood these words was unknown.

She also didn’t care whether Former Minister of the Ministry of Personnel Gu Zhongting or Minister of the Ministry of Revenue Tang Zhongshu regretted their involvement.

She only knew that if she relented now, she couldn’t account to Seventh Brother, nor could she face Han Xiaoru.

There were many of the Ji Family’s royal family, once seen as relatives.

Since that day, Ji Mingyue had lost much feeling.

She could distinguish friend from foe.

After slaying Ji Xuanshui and others, Ji Mingyue’s face turned icy as she ordered, "Command the Celestial Heart Pavilion to fully intercept and kill all Shenxiao Sword Sect personnel. I want no bird to fly past a hundred miles around Shenxiao Mountain."

"Yes."

With the order given.

Vague figures appeared around Ji Mingyue, leaping away.

At the same time, this order was swiftly transmitted to Xingqing Prefecture, Wenyuan Prefecture, Qingjiang Prefecture, Hexi County...

As one of the Four Daoist Sects, the Shenxiao Sword Sect was not like the already secluded Primordial Sword Sect. They had strong forces stationed in various prefectures and counties.

Involved in various industries as well.

But no matter how powerful the Shenxiao Sword Sect was.

Against the monstrous King Ping’s Army and the elite from the Celestial Heart Pavilion chosen from the army, they were like mantises trying to stop a chariot.

They could only stir up minor ripples before being directly snuffed out.

With armies from east and west, the Shenxiao Sword Sect was firmly sealed off.

Ji Mingyue didn’t know what implications Chen Ping’s orders held, but she was willing to execute them fully, without question.

...

"Enhance, Enlightenment."

Fortune Points burned.

The light between Chen Ping’s brows brightened, as if he saw the moon in his mind emit unprecedented brightness.

What he saw and heard, what he thought and pondered.

Everything flowed through his mind piece by piece.

Every second brought a new enlightenment to his heart.

Even the ordinary Eight Trigrams Fist and Tan Leg Technique from his previous life began to bring forth peculiar enlightenment.

If the Eight Trigrams Palm was only about circling, body technique, and palm technique coordination, and physical harmony, that would be too narrow.

It turns out, the great way is simple, the simpler, the more infinite the utility.

The essence of martial arts combat is not about the moves, nor the concept but about being unrestricted.

Seeing the vast sky, the vast world, integrating each punch and kick into the infinite laws of heaven and earth, every action that can leverage vitality, leverage laws, could be the true understanding of fist technique.

"Wind..."

Chen Ping struck out a palm, and the vitality around him trembled slightly, creating a fierce wind.

The fierce wind howled, transforming into a giant sword that cleaved down forcefully.

The ground bore a bottomless sword mark.

This time, he used neither True Qi nor Qi and Blood force, not even physical strength.

He simply transformed the palm into a sword and with sword intent, directly cleaved ten zhang deep into the ground.

This force of wind condensed without dissipating, until after more than ten breaths, it shattered under the ground.

It turns out, the power of the Manifest Saint soul can be so astounding in this world, only, it must combine with the laws.

With enlightenment reaching 16 points, the Attribute Panel rose from [Eternal Unparalleled] to [Once in a Millenium], as if a threshold was crossed, Chen Ping discovered his understanding had reached an astonishing level.

Things he couldn’t figure out before, principles unseen even when observed, gradually unveiled their mysterious veils in his heart.

"This way, I can cultivate the Cyan Wood Longevity Skill to perfection within half a month, then raise innate talent by one point, reaching the 16-point once-in-a-millennium level, accelerate the Stinging Dragon Scripture’s Dragon Essence Sword Gang transformation, thereby saving some Tribulation Points required for breaking through the Divine Martial Realm."

"Preliminary estimates, only three months would be needed to achieve all prerequisites for advancing to the Divine Martial Realm and directly break through the bottleneck."

"Of course, more Tribulation Points would naturally save more time."

"I wonder how long Shenxiao Sword Sect can remain sealed, and if Venerable Yuxiao has other channels to receive messages."

An unprecedented sense of urgency rose in Chen Ping’s heart.

"To cultivate faster, now that the Southern Region is settled, seeking Tribulation Points would be overly cumbersome, it would be better to work on Fortune Points instead..."

Chen Ping cultivated for a while, then stopped.

He heard footsteps outside, it was Feng Yuantu.

This old fellow had become extremely low-key since advising in the Wenjiang River battle, generally avoiding coming near for minor matters.

Now seeking an audience, something significant must have arisen in Guangyun Prefecture.

He sensed hidden peril, thus had no choice but to come.

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