"If you want to achieve what you desire, to not be controlled by others’ destinies in this world, and live well, only power will suffice."
After a while, Chen Ping’s somber mood finally eased.
To be honest, ever since he arrived in this realm, he has desperately struggled for survival, plunging headfirst into the clandestine conflicts between Beizhou and Great Li, feeling a sense of overwhelming fatigue.
Especially the plight of a few companions, making it impossible for him to feel relaxed.
This ti, sending Hua Lian’er to a safer location ans temporarily not worrying, and Little Table is hiding in so corner of Xingqing Prefecture’s lower levels, away from Hua Lian’er, nobody should pay attention to him.
At this mont, it’s a ti when the skies are vast and the fish leap, the birds fly, without any burden, one feels carefree.
"Going to Primordial Martial Arts Hall, breaking through the Primordial Iron Body, obtaining the cultivation thod of the Silver Body Realm, relying on the Spring and Autumn Silkworm’s attribute column, after reaching Tier Four, I should be able to advance rapidly.
Once reaching Great Success in the Silver Body Realm, even encountering an Innate Expert, I won’t be without the strength to fight, and then I will be much safer."
As he traveled along this road.
Integrating what he saw and heard.
Chen Ping understood.
The martial force levels of this world are sowhat high.
The first four tiers of martial arts are only considered the bottom layer of the Jianghu, not even middle-tier.
Just like his ranking on the Hidden Dragon List, rely placed towards the end, counts as being among the outstanding newcors in martial arts.
To truly qualify to participate in Jianghu and court struggles, Innate Experts are the backbone.
At his level, involvent in side matters is fine, but in major events, he risks becoming cannon fodder.
In this situation, developing quietly would be the best strategy.
But even this thought is a luxury.
"Back then, Fairy Fubo said to keep my secrets, but she didn’t clarify what secrets exactly.
This world’s presence of spiritual martial arts and the path of divination makes it impossible to feel at ease."
Thus, even wanting to stay inactive is impossible.
He has no idea when and where he might slip up and attract attacks from powerful enemies.
The only way to break the impasse is to quickly grow stronger.
Capable of facing any storm.
With these thoughts in mind, seeing the sun set in the west, Chen Ping decided not to seek a nearby village or town to rest.
Anyway, now that he is alone, even sleeping outdoors is perfectly comfortable.
Compared to earlier when he had to take care of a little girl, it is much more relaxed and free.
Encountering a difficult mountain path.
He had to dismount, leading the yellow stallion, using his sword as a staff, pushing aside branches and leaves as he proceeded.
Not far ahead, there is a mountain depression, where the terrain is leveled, there is a stream, he can hunt so ga, and have a good al to nourish himself.
Just at this thought, his ears caught a sharp whistling sound.
Whip...
Soone fell in the distance, shouting, "Sir, it’s not related to , I know nothing, just ca to hunt so ga... "
"Take him away."
A cold voice drifted across, "The master ordered, from 3:00 PM to 5:00 PM, no one should be left alive on this mountain. Even if it’s just a bird or beast, it must be captured and interrogated thoroughly."
Chen Ping looked up in shock, seeing shadows flickering ahead in the woods.
And beside him, more figures were moving stealthily.
The uniforms of these people were unmistakably conspicuous.
All wearing black robes with gold patterns, tall hats, long knives, crossbows slung over shoulders, exuding extre nace and chill.
"Brocade Guard."
His heart tensed.
He recognized these uniforms all too well.
He had seen them once in Xingqing Prefecture before when Clothes Guard’s Right Deputy Magistrate Liang Qi led his n to besiege "Fairy Fubo," never expecting to encounter them again today.
Who are they after?
Chen Ping contemplated that avoiding trouble is better than encountering it, intending to quietly exit the woods.
But, while he could hold his breath and keep silent, the yellow stallion he led could not.
Just as he turned around, several angry shouts echoed.
"Who goes there?"
Whiz, whiz, whiz...
Several sharp arrows shot through the air, carried by fierce winds.
"Can’t escape now."
Chen Ping’s eyes turned cold.
Seeing how these Brocade Guards choose to kill upon sight, not even sparing a single hunter, trying to explain himself as just a passerby likely wouldn’t help.
With no hesitation, he drew the long sword in his hand, whoosh, swiftly spun it around.
The sword montum caused several arrows to reverse path.
Soon sounds of bodies dropping echoed in the woods.
"Hoo... "
Urging whistle sounded intensely.
From all directions ca ferocious roars, clothes swishing through the air.
In the skies, flocks of crows scattered, cawing loudly, while within the woods innurable shadows surged, faces indistinguishable.
"This is... "
Chen Ping’s eyes suddenly narrowed upon seeing this, recognizing the shadows for what they were.
The crows in the sky, the silhouettes on the ground, along with the black mist and shadows rushing furiously, all signified one na.
"Thousand Bone Forest, Black Soul."
Compared to this person, those ordinary Brocade Guards, numbering in the dozens and rushing along, were insignificant.
Seeing the roaring black mist engulfing half the woods charge forward, Chen Ping could no longer worry about protecting the yellow stallion...
With strength in his step, his form turned into a haze, soaring to treetops, swift as Yan Hui, graceful as Butterfly Dance, speeding into the distance.
"Thinking of escape only now, isn’t it too late?"
A sharp, piercing laugh echoed in his ears.
Chen Ping’s just-bursting form felt incredibly heavy, as if countless sticky, dense wet mud was covering his skin, burrowing straight for his nose and ears.
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