Those dicine bottles were indeed a great help.
Although Chen Ping didn’t ntion it, he was actually grateful in his heart.
He had advanced too quickly, rushing to cultivate the Silver Body Realm to perfection, which caused a massive depletion of his body’s essence.
Currently, his physique is far more robust than when he first started cultivating, though any depletion is not easily noticeable.
While it may not be visible, at tis he still feels weak and ntally fatigued.
If he doesn’t use potent dicines to replenish his strength, he fears he won’t be able to exert even seventy percent of his true power.
After obtaining Blood Ginseng Pills and Spirit Ginseng Pills, he replenished his vitality, qi, and blood... He consud four bottles in succession, thoroughly digesting them, and only then was his energy fully restored and his essence surging, eliminating any hidden physical issues.
The remaining six bottles of dicine were directly sent to Han Wushang.
The bald man is the Stabilizing Needle of the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, and his Innate Body reputation serves as a powerful deterrent. Clearly, he can’t afford a slow recovery.
With the replenishnt of blood dicine, given his physique, it shouldn’t take long for him to recover from his injuries.
Just the addition of ten bottles of dicine, and the Primordial Martial Arts Hall shifted from being in grave danger to being safe and secure.
Having accepted this favor from the Prefecture Governnt Office, even if used as a at shield to block the assassin’s sword, Chen Ping had no qualms.
With gains, there are costs.
Very fair.
As for face-saving, that’s the least important thing.
At the mont, he and Han Xiaoru each took a side, focusing their spirits, firmly protecting Prefect Pei inside.
Further outside, near the study, were more than ten black-clad constables wielding knives and crossbows, forming a defensive net in a crisscross pattern.
...
In a few bedrooms in the backyard, so maids and servants seed to have heard the news of an assassin’s attack, and everyone was fearful, bowing their heads and shrinking their necks.
They knew no martial arts and did not want to create more chaos, so they could only hide away.
Among them, a middle-aged man with a round face in gray attire slowly raised his head and smiled, "How have the arrangents at the study been? The assassin is ferocious, and must not be taken lightly, be sure to severely wound them at the first opportunity.
Otherwise, once the assassin realizes the situation is unfavorable, stops openly attacking, and starts to secretly assassinate, it will be very difficult to handle."
This person’s nose was straight, his mouth square, and his face was as round as the full moon, revealing him to be yet another prefect.
Beside him was a charmingly dressed woman in maidservant clothing, who giggled lightly at these words, "Master’s strategy of [Substitution] is truly exquisite, ensuring complete safety.
If the Illusory Heart Sword doesn’t act, it’s fine; once it does, it will imdiately fall into the trap.
No matter how desperately he attempts the assassination, he won’t be able to harm you in the slightest."
Sunx Ya’s words hit right at the core of Pei Yu’s thoughts, and he chuckled on the spot.
A man of great importance doesn’t sit under the eaves.
Knowing full well that the assassin’s target is him.
How foolish would it be to show oneself and sit there waiting for soone to assassinate?
If by any chance, they fail to block the attack, life is but a single thread.
"Those two disciples from Primordial Martial Arts Hall, I’ve heard they’ve both cultivated the Primordial Silver Body, they can be of use.
If they prove to be loyal and courageous in the matter, once the assassin is captured and killed, surely they will be granted posthumous honors.
And so care will be extended to the Primordial Martial Arts Hall as well."
"Understood."
Pei Yu pondered for a mont, then continued, "Zixing, do not rush to take action with Shang Yinzhang.
At the start of the confrontation, the assassin will generally be extrely vigilant.
His power far surpasses that of Chen Ping and Han Xiaoru from the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, but to say he can kill them in three moves is quite challenging.
The Primordial Golden Body Technique is most adept at fighting to the death; before their demise, they will certainly cause the assassin trendous exhaustion and damage...
If at this ti the assassin, cutting down all defenses on his path, successfully carries out the assassination, he will surely experience a mont of relaxation..."
"Indeed, after working hard to accomplish a goal, one invariably feels a sense of achievent, relaxes, and enjoys the mont.
When he lets his guard down, perhaps with injuries upon his body, at this mont we will attack from the sidelines, ambushes arise, the situation shifts dramatically, assuring his imdiate downfall."
Pei Zixing stroked his beard and smiled, thinking that this plan was excellent.
Silver Seal Chief Constable Shang Zheng nodded frequently, saying coldly, "For a Wind and Cloud Pavilion assassin to dare openly post a challenge to assassinate a chief official within a prefecture, they are truly courting death.
This ti, let them understand the treacherous nature of the Jianghu."
...
3:45 PM.
The sky rumbled with thunder, clouds obscured the sun.
The sky suddenly turned sowhat dim and gloomy.
A cool breeze swept through the corridors, rustling the bamboo leaves.
The slight chatter around abruptly ceased.
Even though the person is still on their way, the killing intent arrives first.
Chen Ping’s eyes narrowed slightly, realizing that this ti, the incoming Blood Eye Assassin may indeed be formidable, not just bluffing.
Even the most insensitive ordinary constables, sensing the qi chanism, felt a brewing storm’s oppression, naturally feeling heavy-hearted and quieting down.
"Woooo..."
In the distance, a wild howl suddenly echoed.
The howl mingled vaguely with the thunderous roars from the sky, a long chant reminiscent of an opera voice gracefully carried over:
"The world’s upheaval... erges from my kind!"
At the sound of "The," the person was still a hundred yards away, but by the ti of "kind," they had already reached the Governnt Office entrance.
Boom...
With a thunderous crash, the two doors shattered into countless fragnts, swept up by a stormy gale, rushing forward with a howling roar.
Everyone’s heart sank, as if plunged into the depths of the ocean.
Gasping wildly with mouths agape, hearts seized in a grip, their bodies slowed and stiffened.
"Once you enter the Jianghu... years rush by."
This person’s long chant continued, their voice carrying a peculiar rhythm that tugged at the soul.
The sword’s point directed, its sharp whistle seed to possess a unique cadence...
Making others unable to resist becoming entranced, wanting to lean in and listen closely.
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