When Han Xiaoru regained her senses and looked at Chen Ping again.
She couldn’t help but be stunned for a mont.
She forced herself to raise her hand and rubbed her eyes.
’Are my eyes blurry?’
’Or is the moonlight too dim to see clearly?’
She clearly saw that Chen Ping, who originally had faint black lines appearing on his skin, now looked like black iron with his face and hands covered in dense black lines, sitting solemnly in the cave like a black iron statue.
"It actually... actually succeeded."
"I don’t know what happened either. Just now, I had a sudden insight, a fortuitous feeling, and suddenly broke through the key points."
Chen Ping chuckled lightly.
Of course, it wasn’t so fortuitous enlightennt.
Looking at the remaining 6 Tribulation Points, he didn’t hesitate and spent 4 points to improve the Primordial Technique.
This technique is only at the Iron Body Realm, and to elevate it from entry to the proficient realm requires 4 Tribulation Points.
Clearly, it is a superior technique on the sa level as the Seven Stars Step, and once mastered, it will undoubtedly greatly enhance his strength.
Let’s take a look at the Spring and Autumn Silkworm attribute column.
There has been a significant change now.
[Spring and Autumn Silkworm (Second Transformation)]
[Talent: Trace Origin and Steal Fortune, Cocoon Rebirth]
[Innate Talent: 6 (Average)]
[Enlightennt: 5 (Average)]
[Tribulation: 2 (Breaking Realm)]
[Fortune: 6 (Change Destiny)]
[Cultivation Technique: Wandering Body Bagua Palm (Perfection), Spring Leg (Great Success), Seven Stars Step (Proficient), Silk Thread Puppetry (Great Success) Primordial Technique (Iron Body: Proficient)]
[Body Refining: Tier Two (Refining the Organs) 60%]
[Qi Refining: Tier Two (Qi Cultivation) 16%]
...
Progress in cultivation technique, great progress in strength.
It’s expressed externally in just a mont.
He has initially achieved the Iron Body Realm and reached the proficient realm.
He finally understands what the Iron Body Realm of the Primordial Technique is all about.
The whole body is like iron and steel, muscles and bones integrated, capable of defending against the penetration of inner qi and focusing power to unleash extrely destructive attacks.
Before practicing, his strength was formidable, but muscle strength was muscle strength, bone force was bone force, tendon power was tendon power, just a scattered force.
No matter how skillfully you try to unite these forces into one, it’s just forcibly squeezing them together, either hard or soft.
All forces combined only equal 1 1=2 and sotis even less.
But the Primordial Technique?
It rges tendon power, bone force, muscle strength, organ power into one cohesive force, transforming it into a complete and perfect power.
Not only condensing them into a whole, but also compressing them.
If previous power was wood, then this Blood Essence Power is iron.
This is not just 1 1=2, the effect could be equal to 3, 6, or even 11.
Therefore, the amplification of combat power by a top-tier technique is absolutely unimaginable.
"Is it called Primordial Force?"
Chen Ping stretched his hand to the cave wall, and without sound, his palm had already sunken into it.
He looked at the conspicuous palm print inside the deep mark and couldn’t suppress the joy in his heart, asking in a deep voice.
"Yes."
Han Xiaoru’s gaze remained fixed on the stone wall of the cave for a long ti, murmuring: "Practicing the Iron Body Realm to the extre can shatter mountains and split rocks; the Silver Body Realm can fuse tal and transform iron; at the Golden Body Realm, they say one can pick stars and catch the moon."
Saying this, she also began to laugh.
Generally, every sect boasts about their own cultivation techniques being omnipotent.
How powerful the Golden Body Technique of the Primordial Scripture really is, she hasn’t witnessed anyway.
Her father hasn’t reached that stage either.
However, just by practicing the "Iron Body Five Realms," facing Tier Three Twelve Main ridians Qi Cultivation Martial Artists, there’s no need to fear anymore, and one can even win against them.
"That Clear Wind Shadowless Sword practitioner, has he mastered the Twelve Main ridians?"
Although Chen Ping was focused on improving his Martial Dao just recently, he didn’t completely shut off his Sixth Sense and heard Han Xiaoru’s whispering.
Clearly, she recognizes the Straw Hat Man’s martial arts and knows so details about him.
"Not only that, it is said this person is a forr disciple of the Qingwei Sword Sect of the Four Daoist Sects, who was chased for quite so ti. So say he was killed in the snowy mountains, while others claim he was saved by an expert.
In Jianghu, it is widely believed this person is not dead. Because shortly thereafter, in the infamous assassin organization Colorful Clothes Tower... there appeared an extraordinarily fierce expert using the Clear Wind Shadowless Sword, with very exquisite killing techniques.
Rumor has it this person has at least opened the Three Extraordinary ridians, barely qualifying as a first-class expert in Jianghu."
Han Xiaoru’s eyes carried a hint of pride, even though she was defeated, defeated miserably, but the opponent is a first-class expert in Jianghu, and she’s still young, losing is not shaful.
Moreover.
During the battle by the river, she condensed blood into an arrow and with the "Primordial Array-Breaking Cone" technique, she even wounded the opponent.
This is not only not embarrassing, but actually very comndable.
Unfortunately, this pride is akin to winking at a blind person.
Chen Ping was completely oblivious.
What is the real difference between the strong practitioners of the Twelve Main ridians and the experts who have opened the Eight Extraordinary ridians?
All I can say is that in his past life, and the short period of this life.
He has always been mixed in the low end.
Once he encounters a master, he just feels incredibly high-level, fighting is extrely strenuous, without much profound understanding.
Is the power strong, the realm high? He doesn’t have much insight.
The only sensation is that the opponent’s sword technique is genuinely fast.
Fast to the point where he can hardly react.
If it weren’t for the Eight Trigrams Palm having been practiced to a state of returning to the essence and reacting by instinct, able to instinctively and spontaneously respond to certain dangers.
There’s no telling, the first sword would have pierced his forehead, leading to death.
However, now with an increase of over two thousand pounds in strength, after his heart was strengthened, his spleen and lungs were subsequently fortified, his physique strengthens exponentially.
Moreover, he had practiced the Iron Body Realm Technique of the Primordial Golden Body Technique, capable of condensing force into Blood Essence Qi, he had no clear sense of how much his combat power had increased.
He only knows he has beco several tis stronger than his previous self.
Whether it’s double, triple, or even more, only facing that Clear Wind Shadowless Sword again can reveal the answer.
Thinking of this, Chen Ping was filled with battle intent.
"Take off your clothes."
He said in a deep voice, his gaze fierce.
This battle is unavoidable, it must ultimately be faced.
"What?"
Han Xiaoru was dumbfounded.
I’m so badly injured, practically dying, can’t you see? And in this place, is it appropriate?
She felt ashad and furious, nearly going blank, forgetting to scold him aloud.
"We’ll change outfits, and later when we go out... if that person cos chasing, under the moonlight, he won’t clearly distinguish who’s who. He knows you are severely injured, devoid of resistance, and wouldn’t be too guarded."
Chen Ping saw her expression and realized there was a misunderstanding.
He hurriedly explained: "As long as he doesn’t imdiately focus all his attention on , things will hold great promise."
These words clarified the situation.
Even though Han Xiaoru was innocent and easily deceived, she wasn’t dumb.
Her mind slightly turned, and she understood Chen Ping’s intention.
This strategy at its core is still "attacking East while deceiving West".
Though simple to use, it suits the current situation extrely well.
In desperation, unless that Clear Wind Shadowless Sword has foresight, it would inevitably fall into a vicious trap.
The reason is simple.
Han Xiaoru knows well the severity of her injuries.
Her Qi and blood scattered, tendons severed, essentially devoid of combat power.
No normal person would have defense against such an injured person.
And Chen Ping, his combat power largely intact... except for two bloody holes at the shoulder well collarbone. The penetrating injuries hardly impede his robust physique.
His life force is tenacious, almost like an undying cockroach.
With such a person, nobody knows when he might explode or use a surprise move.
Therefore, he must be closely watched, not given any chance.
Under normal circumstances, even if Chen Ping’s strength greatly increases, facing a Jianghu top mainstream realm master whose Twelve Main ridians are fully opened and Three Extraordinary ridians are accessible, his chances are still extrely slim.
Through simple disguise and costu change, the situation becos confusing.
How did this mind develop?
In the face of life and death, devising a thod for breaking out in the shortest ti showcases true craftsmanship.
"High, really high."
Han Xiaoru comprehended Chen Ping’s purpose, couldn’t help but give a thumbs up, a faint smile appeared on her pale face.
All are Jianghu people, without much concern, she raised her hand preparing to remove the sword shirt.
Halfway raising her hand, she sighed, weakly said: "Help ."
The forr second senior sister of Primordial Martial Arts Hall who once killed a fierce tiger without a second punch, now struggles to take off a garnt, rather lantable.
"Okay."
Chen Ping didn’t hesitate, helped Han Xiaoru change clothes, and changed his own disguise.
Rubbing against each other, the two broke into a sweat from urgency...
After finally dressing up, he realized this sapphire sword shirt, worn himself, appeared slightly too large.
Alright, no wonder with long legs and tall stature.
He thought for a bit and activated Silk Thread Puppetry, estimated Han Xiaoru’s height and physique, his skeleton and tendons stretched a bit, raising his body slightly, making the clothes fit.
He then loosened Han Xiaoru’s hair, took the thread she used to bind her hair, tied his own hair into a ponytail.
In the faint moonlight, it was impossible to discern who’s who.
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