[Genres] Xianxia (Cultivation) • Farm-to-Power • Weak-to-Strong • Slice of Life • Alchemy
[Synopsis]
In the brutal hierarchy of the Qingyun Sect, Chen Ping is nothing more than fuel for the fire.
Starved, whipped by cruel overseers, and thrown into the deadly Spirit Mines to rot, his destiny was to die quietly in the mud. But fate intervened in the form of a dull, gray jade pendant.
Inside lies a secret dimension—a portable spirit farm where time flows rapidly, and herbs mature in days.
With this secret, Chen Ping transforms his fate.
While others fight to the death for a single resource, he harvests acres of Spirit Rice.
While others succumb to mine toxins, he purifies his body with legendary herbs.
While others rely on talent, he relies on infinite resources to brute-force his way through the bottleneck of his “Waste Spirit Root.”
But in a world where the strong devour the weak, a treasure is a death sentence. Chen Ping chooses to hide. He endures the insults of Manager Wang. He plays the role of a dying consumptive. He bides his time, silently accumulating power in the shadows.
He is a farmer, and patience is his deadliest weapon.
[⚠️ Read This Before You Start]
This story is PERFECT for you if you like:
Slow Burn Progression: The MC starts from the absolute bottom. He works hard for every scrap of power.
The “Gou” Philosophy: A protagonist who hides his strength, acts cautiously, and plans before he strikes.
Farming & Crafting: Detailed descriptions of growing herbs, resource management, and alchemy.
Logical Revenge: The payoff is delayed, but satisfying.
This story is NOT for you if you want:
Instant OP: The MC does not become a god in 20 chapters.
Fast-Paced Action: There are many chapters focused on daily life, farming, and grinding.
Arrogant/Loud MC: The protagonist is low-key and stoic, not flashy.
Harem: This is a story about survival and immortality, not romance collection.
[Genres] Xianxia (Cultivation) • Farm-to-Power • Weak-to-Strong • Slice of Life • Alchemy
[Synopsis]
In the brutal hierarchy of the Qingyun Sect, Chen Ping is nothing more than fuel for the fire.
Starved, whipped by cruel overseers, and thrown into the deadly Spirit Mines to rot, his destiny was to die quietly in the mud. But fate intervened in the form of a dull, gray jade pendant.
Inside lies a secret dimension—a portable spirit farm where time flows rapidly, and herbs mature in days.
With this secret, Chen Ping transforms his fate.
While others fight to the death for a single resource, he harvests acres of Spirit Rice.
While others succumb to mine toxins, he purifies his body with legendary herbs.
While others rely on talent, he relies on infinite resources to brute-force his way through the bottleneck of his “Waste Spirit Root.”
But in a world where the strong devour the weak, a treasure is a death sentence. Chen Ping chooses to hide. He endures the insults of Manager Wang. He plays the role of a dying consumptive. He bides his time, silently accumulating power in the shadows.
He is a farmer, and patience is his deadliest weapon.
[⚠️ Read This Before You Start]
This story is PERFECT for you if you like:
Slow Burn Progression: The MC starts from the absolute bottom. He works hard for every scrap of power.
The “Gou” Philosophy: A protagonist who hides his strength, acts cautiously, and plans before he strikes.
Farming & Crafting: Detailed descriptions of growing herbs, resource management, and alchemy.
Logical Revenge: The payoff is delayed, but satisfying.
This story is NOT for you if you want:
Instant OP: The MC does not become a god in 20 chapters.
Fast-Paced Action: There are many chapters focused on daily life, farming, and grinding.
Arrogant/Loud MC: The protagonist is low-key and stoic, not flashy.
Harem: This is a story about survival and immortality, not romance collection.
Chapter 1: A Jade Pendant The night was thick as ink, pressing down heavily upon the Servant Peak of the Qingyun Sect. The wind howled through the cliffs like a weeping child, tearing at the rotten thatch roofs of the low, dilapidated shacks. It seemed as if the shelters might be ripped away at any […]
The sun dipped behind the western hills. Sparse, dim yellow oil lamps flickered to life across the shack area, glowing weakly like the final gasps of a dying man. Chen Ping dragged his leaden legs back to his shack. He didn’t go immediately to collect his half-bowl of “evening meal.” The cramping pain in his
The word slithered into Chen Ping’s mind like a venomous snake, coiling in the darkness and refusing to leave. Steal. Fear instantly seized his heart, turning his hands and feet to ice. But immediately following the terror was the madness born of three years of starvation. If he didn’t steal, he would starve to death.
Chen Ping walked to the very center of the Black Earth. He crouched down. Gingerly, he dug a small hole in the fertile soil with his bare hands. The hole wasn’t deep—only half a finger’s length. Gently, solemnly, he placed the precious seed inside. He placed his own hope inside. He scooped up the nearby
All day long, Chen Ping shuttled back and forth between the hillside and the Pigsty. Cutting grass, carrying grass, cutting more grass, carrying more grass… The heavy basket bent his back, and the rough straps chafed his shoulders until they were raw and bloody. Sweat dripped into the open wounds, bringing a stinging, heart-piercing pain.
The tiny Spirit Grain seedling carried all of Chen Ping’s hopes. It carried his courage to keep living. This wasn’t an illusion. It was proof. With this, there would be food. There would be the strength to survive. With this, he could grow more. He could break free from this endless cycle of exploitation and
After finishing his prayer, Chen Ping slowly stood up. He stood before the golden Spirit Grain plant and reached out his hand. His fingertips trembled slightly from nervousness as he gingerly touched the lowest grain on the stalk. Hard. It wasn’t a dream. It was real food. Food that could fill his belly. Food that
Chen Ping walked over to the pile of grain and scooped up a large handful. The heavy grains slipped through his fingers, bringing a sense of solid happiness. He walked to the first row of pits and crouched down. Extending his rough fingers, he gingerly picked out six grains from the handful he held. Then,
Deep in the night, snores like thunder rumbled from the Shack. Chen Ping clenched the Jade Pendant tightly. HUM. His feet landed on solid ground. The faint light overhead remained constant. His first glance went to the newly sown patch of earth. The thousand small mounds of soil were still quiet. But upon closer inspection,
The night on Servant Peak was not quiet. The low roars of spirit beasts echoed from the distance, adding to the tension. Chen Ping kept his body as low as possible. He used the ridges of the fields and weeds for cover, moving like a wary wildcat. Familiar with the route, he avoided several muddy
Waking in the middle of the night, Chen Ping couldn’t fall back asleep. It hurt. Everything hurt. The straw bedding in the Shack was cold and hard. Curled up on it, Chen Ping felt as if his entire body had fallen apart, a deep ache seeping from the very marrow of his bones. The places
Chen Ping collapsed onto the Black Earth as if all his strength had left him, leaning back against the massive pile of rice panicles. He gasped for breath in great heaves, his chest rising and falling violently. He looked at the small mountain of heavy rice panicles before him. A smile of immense satisfaction and
After emerging from the Jade Pendant space, Chen Ping’s head throbbed as if being sawed by a blunt knife, and every part of his body screamed with exhaustion. He forced himself to lie down and close his eyes, but sleep wouldn’t come. Though he had food in his possession, his heart grew even more vigilant.
At dawn, when the Foreman’s grating voice rang out, Chen Ping’s eyes snapped open. He instinctively moved his limbs, sensing something different. His body felt light and agile, without the usual heavy fatigue that came after a night’s sleep. Sitting up, he felt an itch where the whip wounds on his back had scabbed over.
Manager Wang’s gaze was like a cold needle, piercing Chen Ping’s heart and making it clench. He quickly averted his eyes and walked toward the pile of baskets as usual. Manager Wang didn’t speak or move, just stood there until Chen Ping shouldered his basket and headed toward the wild grass field with the other
Crash! The underbrush was violently shoved aside. A massive creature charged out. This Wild Boar was far larger than Chen Ping had imagined. Its shoulder height nearly reached his chest, its body covered in coarse, stiff black-gray bristles that stood erect like steel needles. Enormous tusks curved upward from the sides of its mouth, gleaming
Chen Ping had made his decision. He was going to swallow this Wild Boar whole. He had his shovel tool and the Jade Pendant space; he could definitely do it. He first tentatively poked the Wild Boar with the iron shovel, confirming it was thoroughly dead. Then, taking a deep breath and enduring the persistent
Only in the dead of night, when the watchful eyes had temporarily closed, could Chen Ping snatch a moment’s respite. Dragging his utterly exhausted body, his consciousness sank into the Jade Pendant space. Warm white light enveloped him, isolating him from the cold and malice of the outside world. He threw himself before the pile
The arrival of the Immortal Zhou Qing was like a massive boulder thrown into the stagnant pond of Servant Peak, the ripples it stirred refusing to settle for a long time. The stone door remained tightly shut, separating the Immortal from the Mortal, yet it could not contain the turbulent mix of longing and anxiety
After Immortal Zhou Qing had stayed on Servant Peak for a week, occasional snippets of conversation would drift out from the stone house. While cleaning a corner of the Shack, Chen Ping faintly overheard two selected servants huddled together, whispering with awe. “Did you hear? Exalted Immortal Zhou said it’s not just here; it seems
Chen Ping descended the bluestone path swiftly. His footsteps struck the stone stairs with a rhythmic, solid cadence. With every step, he felt an unprecedented sense of stability grounding him. Behind him, high atop Servant Peak, Manager Wang’s furious curses and the pained groans of the Scarred Foreman struggling to stand were scattered by the
Chen Ping adapted quickly. The heavy labor from Mao Hour to Shen Hour each day was no longer a burden that could crush him; instead, it became a crucible to temper his muscles and bones. For the first three days, his arms were so sore he could barely hold his rice bowl. But he gritted
The interior of the mine shaft was far more oppressive than Chen Ping had imagined. The torchlight flickered with a dim, sickly yellow glow, illuminating only a fraction of the darkness. The air was thick and foul, saturated with heavy dust and a unique, faintly nauseating odor that clung to the back of the throat.
The oppressive atmosphere deep within the mine was suffocating, silently enveloping every corner of the tunnels. The flickering light of dim torches danced on the rock walls, illuminating faces that were numb and dull. Chen Ping blended in among them, mechanically raising and lowering his pickaxe. Clang! Clang! Clang! Each strike only chipped away fingernail-sized
Returning to his shack, Chen Ping lay on the creaking, broken wooden planks, yet he felt no desire to sleep. The dull ache brought by the Ore Toxin spread deep within his body, feeling like countless tiny ice needles pricking at his marrow. He closed his eyes, but his mind was exceptionally clear, repeatedly analyzing
A spark of hope had ignited in Chen Ping’s heart, yet it could not immediately dispel the cold that had taken root in his body. The days following the planting of the Purifying Grass seeds were not as easy as he had hoped. He had overestimated himself. The deterioration of his body was faster and
The next day. Last month, Chen Ping had only received one Spirit Stone, yet he decided to use it to exchange for a Purifying Grass seed. Although his body was already in a terrible state, at least hope still remained. The fact that Purifying Grass could be grown within the Jade Pendant space was his
Chen Ping stretched his limbs within the space, feeling the surging power within his body. This power felt very real, putting his mind at ease. Chen Ping knew that the person he was now was completely different from the frail “consumptive ghost” outside the shack. However, this strength could not be revealed just yet. He
Chen Ping returned to his Shack and immediately entered the Jade Pendant space. A full month of pretense and covert labor had left him mentally weary. More importantly, he could feel that familiar sensation of heaviness and sluggishness beginning to resurface within his body. The new Ore Toxin was slowly accumulating. His strength was once
In the mine, Chen Ping remained hunched over, covering his mouth with a tattered cloth. Occasionally, he erupted into fits of heart-wrenching coughs. Under the dim light of the shaft, he pretended to be no different from the other numb miners. If anything, he looked worse—a consumptive clinging to life by a thread. Days slipped
In the days that followed, Chen Ping perfected the art of the sick man. He blended into the soot-stained crowd, his pickaxe swinging with the same mechanical rhythm as the other miners, chipping away at the endless veins of ore. He controlled his output with surgical precision. The ore fragments he broke off were small
An hour of climbing had passed, and sweat had long since soaked through the back of Chen Ping’s shirt. Finally, the massive hall built into the mountainside came into view. Constructed from rough-hewn stone blocks, it loomed over the path. It was not ornate. In fact, it was rugged, bordering on austere. Its wide doors
Chen Ping hurriedly opened the booklet. The paper was coarse and yellowed, filled with names of places and personnel scrawled in rough brushstrokes. Some entries were marked with checkmarks; others were left blank. His gaze swept quickly over the unfamiliar locations: Beast Pen, Weaving Workshop, Spirit Grain Granary, Charcoal Kiln, Laundry Room… Most were arduous,
The garden gate was a simple structure, two thick logs roughly pieced together to form a fence door. It was currently left wide open. Chen Ping took out his token and had just reached the entrance when the smooth surface—specifically the spot engraved with the characters for “Manager”—vibrated against his palm. Behind the fence gate,
“Manager, since you’ve just arrived, the most important thing is to familiarize yourself with the types and characteristics of every spirit herb in the garden. You absolutely must not confuse them.” Wang Fa seemed to remember something. He fumbled inside his robe and pulled out a thick booklet, respectfully presenting it with both hands. “This
In the days that followed, Chen Ping’s life settled into a precise, mechanical rhythm. During the day, he donned the indigo robes of a Manager disciple and patrolled the medicinal herb fields under his supervision. He spoke very little. Most of his time was spent observing—watching how the laborers worked, studying the daily growth of
Inside the space, Chen Ping removed the segment of Blood Stanching Vine and walked to the edge of the field. He did not plant it immediately. Instead, he picked up the medicine shovel and dug a shallow, small hole near the boundary of the Black Earth, close to the spatial barrier. The hole was just
Chen Ping carefully calculated his next move. The Cold Star Grass was a rare treasure, and Bai Zhi guarded it with an intensity that bordered on obsession. She rarely left its side. As the primary ingredient for the Marrow Cleansing Pill—a true elixir of the Immortals—every single stalk was meticulously cataloged. If even one leaf
The remnant leaf from the diseased Cold Star Grass had been planted in a corner at the edge of the Black Earth within the Jade Pendant space. Chen Ping held no great expectations. The leaf was weak in vitality, and being a delicate spiritual herb, it would be normal if even the miraculous Black Earth
He took stock of the resources within the space. The area of the Black Earth was limited, so he had to concentrate his efforts on cultivating the most valuable plants. The leaves of the Dew Condensing Grass were effective for helping him break through bottlenecks, while the Cold Star Grass held immense long-term potential. As
Days slipped by amidst the repetitive labor in the Hundred Herb Garden and the meticulous care of the spatial herb fields. In the blink of an eye, Chen Ping had already been lying low in the Hundred Herb Garden for three months. The limits of his body were now clearly laid out before him. Sixty-five
One hundred and twenty-one days. That was the fourth month since arriving at the Hundred Herb Garden. It was deep winter. Outside the Servant Peak, heavy snow swirled, blanketing the world in white. Yet, within the Hundred Herb Garden, thanks to Immortal methods, it remained as warm as spring, with medicinal herbs flourishing luxuriantly. Chen
The journey back seemed somewhat lighter than the trip there. Chen Ping’s heartbeat remained steady, but the fourteen Spirit Stones nestled against his chest felt like a warm fire, driving away the winter’s bitter cold. He gingerly avoided routes where people might be present, trudging through the thick snow, each step planted firmly and deliberately.
The days slipped quietly by, spent tending the medicine fields, making snacks, and maintaining a relationship with Bai Zhi that was neither too close nor too distant. A month passed in the blink of an eye. Chen Ping continued, every few days, to bring freshly made snacks to the medicine fields. Steamed cakes, red bean
The Manager Hall at the summit of the Servant Peak was even more solemn than the buildings halfway up the mountain. At some point, several Servant Disciples had appeared here. The bluish-gray stone walls exuded a chill. The Servant Disciples standing guard at the entrance looked down on others with disdain, their eyes filled with
The young man’s body suddenly straightened, not showing any sign of pain, but rather as if stimulated by some profound force. The surface of the bronze mirror abruptly erupted with a blinding red light! A crimson light pillar shot into the sky, instantly occupying nearly ninety percent of the mirror’s height! The intensity and purity
Chen Ping did not look at anyone else again. Silently, he turned and walked out of the hall with steady steps. Passing through that strange, mist-shrouded grassland, he returned to the cold, long corridor. The Manager followed behind him, silent the entire way. Back in the dimly lit side hall of the Servant Peak, Li
Bai Zhi looked at Chen Ping, her gaze piercing. Despite his calm exterior, she sensed the faint, almost imperceptible urgency simmering beneath the surface. She shook her head gently. “A trick? There isn’t one. Sensing Qi is inherently different for each person. It relies entirely on talent and that indescribable spark of comprehension. Back when
The weakness brought on by the intense pain had not yet fully dissipated. Chen Ping lay sprawled on the soaked bedding, gasping for air. The faint sensation of Qi in his Dantian was his only comfort, yet it also served as a stark reminder of the peril he had just endured. “Unless absolutely necessary… never
The sky outside the window shifted from deep black to dark blue, gradually revealing the pale white of dawn. The first faint rays of morning light filtered through the cracks, falling upon Chen Ping, who was covered in grime. As the last trace of medicinal potency was guided through a final Circulation Cycle and converged
As night fell, Chen Ping sat cross-legged on his wooden bed early. He carefully retrieved a Low-grade Spirit Stone from his robe. Its cool, hard edges pressed against his palm, bringing a strange sense of solidity. Before he could draw Qi into his body, this stone felt no different from any ordinary rock on the
Chen Ping’s next objectives were clear. Pills, Alchemy manuals, an Alchemy Furnace… He wanted to purchase Cultivation Pills, basic Alchemy manuals, and finally, an Alchemy Furnace that could aid him in refining Pills. Moving between several slightly larger Pill shops, his gaze swept over the jade bottles on the counters, which emanated the rich scent
Whether it was due to Chen Ping’s thorough safety measures or because the small sect Marketplace inherently had decent security and fewer thieves, the journey back to the Hundred Herb Garden passed without the anticipated ambush or robbery he had feared. The mountain wind whistled through gaps in the forest, rustling the coarse, old clothes
The issue of materials had been resolved. Another obstacle hindering his Cultivation surfaced… Time! The work of managing the Hundred Herb Garden was trivial and time-consuming. Daily inspections, record-keeping, assigning tasks to Laborers, handling unexpected situations (such as small-scale pest infestations or local Qi fluctuations), submitting reports to the Sect, and so on—these tasks occupied
The materials were prepped, and the alchemy manual had been committed to memory until the pages were worn thin. Chen Ping knew the time for theory had ended. It was time to act. He produced the small bronze alchemy furnace he had purchased for fifteen Spirit Stones. The vessel remained dull, its surface a roadmap
The door to the small hut creaked on its hinges. Chen Ping dragged his feet across the threshold and gently closed it behind him. Outside, the daylight was bright, a rare clear and sunny day. But Chen Ping… his eyes were sunken, a web of red veins stubbornly clung to the whites, and even his
As the furnace temperature gradually stabilized, a gentle warmth transmitted through the furnace wall to the palm of his hand. Chen Ping picked up the materials. One stalk of Dew Condensing Grass, one Red Ginseng, and one Crystal Flower. His movements were meticulous, removing roots, old leaves, and skin cleanly and efficiently. When the pale
Early the next morning. Chen Ping awoke. He stretched, his entire body relaxing. Since the pill refinement had already succeeded, it was time to proceed to the next step. The Spirit Nourishing Pill was even more helpful for a Cultivator’s training than the Marrow Cleansing Pill, so Chen Ping was filled with confidence about breaking
Inside the stone hut, Chen Ping slowly withdrew his Cultivation. After three days, he had finally stabilized his Cultivation base, preventing any regression. The mass of Qi in his Dantian had solidified, thick as a toothpick, flowing gently and smoothly. Just as Chen Ping was about to get up and leave, an unprecedented and peculiar
Life returned to its established rhythm. Cultivation, Alchemy. Occasionally, he would set aside a proper rest day or two. Regarding Bai Zhi’s words, he had always believed them deeply. Those who could care for him must have his best interests at heart. Having acquired Divine Sense, Chen Ping’s control over Alchemy ascended to a new
Mountain wind mixed with ice shards, lashing against Chen Ping’s face with biting cruelty. The path ahead had vanished under a sheet of white, crunching softly with every step. Chen Ping lowered his head, burying his chin in his collar as he pushed through the blizzard. Luck was not on his side today; he had
The sun bled into the western horizon, casting a sickly yellow twilight over the Marketplace. The wind howled, whipping the snow into a blinding frenzy. Chen Ping slipped into a blind spot. With a thought, the bronze Alchemy Furnace and the bundles of herbs vanished, swallowed instantly by the dimension within the Jade Pendant. He
Chen Ping gazed down at the wreckage of the scar-faced man. Warm blood melted the snow beneath the corpse, pooling into a stark, widening crimson stain. The nausea he expected never came. Instead, a strange, electric heat surged from the base of his spine. It flooded his limbs, bringing with it a dark, terrifying euphoria.
Chen Ping returned to the Hundred Herb Garden without incident. He pushed open the wooden door of his small hut. The familiar scent of medicinal herbs mixed with the damp, earthy smell of soil washed over him, loosening the knot of tension in his chest. He bolted the door and checked the latch twice. Only
A sharp, demanding knock rattled the door of the small hut. “Junior Brother Chen Ping, are you in? Routine inspection from the Outer Sect Duty Hall.” Chen Ping took a slow, grounding breath. He smoothed the folds of his coarse servant robes and adjusted his expression. In the blink of an eye, the cold calculator
Chen Ping sat cross-legged at the heart of the Qi Gathering Formation, his eyes closed, his vision turned inward. Deep within his Dantian, in the churning Sea of Qi, strands of spiritual power drifted like fine hairs. He gripped a Low-grade Spirit Stone in his palm. He pulled at the energy within, drawing it out
The world did not stop turning simply because Chen Ping reached the 3rd Level. Life continued in silence. For a low-level cultivator, silence was armor. Earth-shattering events belonged to the chosen few, the protagonists of legends. For the bottom-feeders of the sect, noise was a death sentence. In a realm teeming with monsters and ancient
“Open the door!” A flat, authoritative voice shattered the silence of the morning. Standing on the threshold was a stranger, a deacon from the Outer Sect. His face was a mask of indifference, his eyes sweeping over Chen Ping’s humble quarters with cold, bureaucratic scrutiny. “Registered Disciple Chen Ping?” The tone was detached, the voice
Three days later, dawn broke over the mountain plaza. A biting wind howled across the stone, but the cold did nothing to dampen the feverish excitement of the gathered disciples. Dozens stood in formation, mostly at the 2nd or 3rd Level of Qi Condensation. Their eyes were bright with greed. For a lowly Registered Disciple,
Chen Ping stood up, his gaze fixed upstream—the direction the Servant Peak Manager and his two lackeys had vanished moments earlier. Li Yingyong… For some reason, the name alone triggered a visceral revulsion. It was as if they were born enemies. A hatred that was both bone-chilling and boiling hot detonated without warning, gnawing at
The moment the final syllable fell from his lips, a torrential aura detonated from Chen Ping’s core. Qi surged like a volcano shattering its seal. An invisible, crushing spiritual pressure instantly flooded the rocky slope. The air seemed to freeze solid. The pressure slammed into the hearts and shoulders of the trio like a physical
Chen Ping withdrew the Green Edge Sword, flicking the beads of warm blood from the steel. He didn’t spare a glance at the three corpses cooling on the ground. Moving with practiced efficiency, he stripped Li Yingyong and the two lackeys of their personal storage bags, looting every Spirit Stone and scrap of material inside.
For the next three days, Chen Ping was a ghost haunting the outer fringes of the Spirit Medicine Valley. With his Divine Sense fully extended, he skirted the territories of lurking demon beasts and pockets of toxic miasma. He ignored the rare, dangerous treasures, focusing his entire will on the low-hanging fruit: mid-to-low grade herbs
Chen Ping’s gaze rested on the wooden identity token lying in the corner of the table. The application he had submitted six months ago—a request to leave the sect for family visitation—had finally been approved. A single character, “Permitted,” was carved into the wood, along with a deadline: Valid for three months. “Father… Mother…” Chen
The next day, a dull, mournful bell tolled from the direction of the mines. Chen Ping stepped out of the foot inn and merged into the stream of people pouring from the shack district. The crowd moved in silence, numb. Most here had long since sold their lives to the mine. He deliberately slowed his
“Who’s there?! Get the hell out here!” Scarred Bear’s roar detonated like a thunderclap, shaking dust from the wooden rafters of the shack. His massive frame launched from the chair with shocking agility. In his hand, a heavy ghost-headed broadsword appeared as if by magic, its tip pointing unerringly at the slag heap where Chen
Following Scarred Bear’s directions, Chen Ping stepped into the gaping maw of the Abandoned Pit. A blast of hot, fetid air assaulted him, thick with the cloying stench of rot. It was suffocating. Behind him, the mine shaft narrowed rapidly. The darkness swallowed the daylight, leaving only a dim, yellow patch of illumination fading in
“Don’t!” Chen Dashan and Lin Shi screamed almost in unison, their voices thin with terror. Chen Ping froze mid-step. He turned back, stunned. “Ping’er… you can’t kill him!” Lin Shi gasped, her voice weak but desperate. “He… he’s the reason your father and I are still breathing!” Chen Ping’s pupils contracted to pinpoints. “Saved your
After settling his parents into the guest room of the inn, Scarred Bear immediately scrambled to serve them. He ordered a table of the best food available and poured water with fawning diligence. From somewhere on his person, he produced two relatively clean meat pies. “Master, please rest, rest! This is just some coarse food
In the realm of spiritual botany, anomalies were rare but miraculous. Whether favored by the fortunes of heaven and earth, or twisted by unique environments, the fundamental essence of a plant could sometimes undergo a metamorphosis. This process birthed potential far surpassing its kin. Such mutations were known as “Variants.” Variant spirit herbs often contained
Chapter 81: Hope on the Immortal Path Back at the inn, Chen Ping offered his parents a concise explanation. Scarred Bear would be joining them, handling menial tasks and ensuring their safety within the Sect. His parents eyed the scarred man’s ferocious visage with evident trepidation. However, seeing the calm, unshakeable certainty in their son’s
Yuan Jingtian spat a chewed stalk of dogtail grass into the dirt and jogged over, bowing low. “My Lord, you called?” Chen Ping tossed a jade vial through the air. Yuan Jingtian fumbled to catch it, looking confused. “Take it. That is your allocation of pills for the year.” Chen Ping’s voice was flat, devoid
Deep within the bowels of the Black Market, beneath an unassuming stone building, a secret auction was underway. The lighting was deliberately dim, casting long, wavering shadows against the rough walls. Every participant wore a mask or a heavy cloak designed to block Divine Sense probing. Entry was granted only to those holding a special
The auction concluded, and a faint, satisfied smile touched Chen Ping’s lips. The beast-skin scroll containing the Origin Nourishing Pill formula lay safely within the Jade Pendant’s space, nestled beside the charred, unassuming stump of Soul Nourishing Wood. His wealth, once a mountain of two thousand seven hundred Spirit Stones, had been reduced to rubble.
Chen Ping pressed the pile of Spirit Stones against his Dantian. Flash. A blinding white light erupted. Like parched earth meeting a torrential storm, the Jade Pendant unleashed a terrifying suction force. The Spirit Stones dimmed instantly. Their stored Qi was violently stripped away, transforming into wisps of white mist that vanished into the Jade
The three primary ingredients for the Origin Nourishing Pill required a full decade of natural growth to reach maturity. However, under Chen Ping’s meticulous care—and the constant irrigation of spirit spring water—their growth rate had been accelerated twentyfold. In just six months, he would be able to harvest the first batch. Only then could he
Chen Ping cleared a patch of open ground in the center of the courtyard. Dozens of ironwood blocks were stacked nearby. His tools—engraving knives, Beast Soul Stones, copper wire—were arranged with surgical precision. He took a deep breath, picked up the Puppetry Primer, and flipped to the schematic for the Tier 1 Low-grade Wooden Bird.
Chen Ping calmed his mind, his gaze locked on the skeleton of the wooden bird. “Flight and reconnaissance are its core functions,” he muttered. “Attack capabilities? Useless. How much damage could a Wind Blade from a Low-grade puppet truly inflict? As for pecking attacks… completely negligible. And balance? As long as it flies, who cares
Chen Ping used a hand formed of Qi to clamp the newly shaped ironwood core, holding it steady before his eyes. The puppet engraving knife moved along the grain with surgical precision. It left behind grooves of uniform depth, their edges perfectly rounded. One by one, the Spirit Gathering Mark and Soul Control Mark were
As soon as Chen Ping stepped into the Black Earth, a peculiar fragrance washed over him. It was a refreshing, pervasive scent—delicate, sweet, and utterly captivating as it filled the small space. Chen Ping’s heart skipped a beat. He knew this smell. It was the unique aroma of the Origin Nourishing Fruit. The clear sweetness,
The furnace fire roared to life once more. Chen Ping’s gaze was as calm as a stagnant pool. The repeated failures of the last few days had not shaken his resolve; they had only sharpened it. He moved through the preliminary steps with mechanical efficiency: melting, purifying, fusing, and Spirit Infusion. Inside the furnace, the
Before he could ascend, the vessel had to be forged. Chen Ping spent a full day resting. With the aid of Spirit Stones and the Spirit Gathering Array, he repaired the deficits caused by his marathon alchemy sessions. His Qi and Divine Sense returned to their absolute peak. He sat cross-legged on the rush cushion
Chen Ping’s figure materialized within the Jade Pendant space. Beneath his boots lay the familiar, rich Black Earth. Recently, he had fed the space over a thousand Spirit Stones. The investment had paid off. The arable land had expanded significantly, now spanning more than two acres. However, despite the expansion, the boundary remained unchanged. The
Chen Ping’s heart hammered against his ribs as he crossed the small courtyard. He pushed open the heavy wooden door. The room smelled of bitter herbs and old wood. The conditioning of the last six months—the Spirit Grain, the Spirit Spring water, the constant stream of low-grade pills—had worked miracles, but the damage of a
“Pfft…!” A wet, tearing sound broke the silence. Almost simultaneously, Chen Dashan and Lin Shi lurched forward. Two mouthfuls of dark, foul-smelling blood sprayed from their lips, splattering across the woven mat in a shocking crimson display. Then, the nightmare deepened. From Chen Dashan’s temples, nostrils, and ears—and from the seven orifices of Lin Shi’s
“Hoo…” A long, ragged breath finally escaped the depths of Chen Ping’s chest. The tension that had held his body rigid snapped. A wave of exhaustion and vertigo crashed over him like a tsunami. Black spots danced before his eyes. He swayed dangerously, nearly toppling off the kang bed. Summoning the last dregs of his
Another month slipped by in the quiet sanctuary of the hidden residence. Under Yuan Jingtian’s cautious vigilance and Chen Ping’s daily efforts to soothe his parents’ shattered systems with gentle Qi, Chen Dashan and Lin Shi finally drifted back to the world of the living. They had remained in a deep, death-like slumber for nearly
While Chen Ping was deep in cultivation, an envoy from the Duty Hall arrived. The timing was off. The agreed-upon inspection was supposed to happen at the three-year mark, but Chen Ping had already been in the sect for nearly four years. He didn’t dare to be careless. He adjusted his Concealing Mask, suppressing his
The stone door creaked open, and the warm morning sunlight spilled across the threshold, chasing away the chill that had settled overnight. Chen Ping took a deep breath. The crisp mountain air filled his lungs, carrying the sharp, bitter scent of wild herbs and damp earth. Only half a month remained until the deadline set
“One!” Zhao Ning extended his index finger, his expression severe. “Every year, you must complete at least one sect mission. The Mission Hall posts these regularly, ranging in difficulty from early to late Qi Condensation. The Contribution Points awarded vary wildly. Act within your means, but do not shirk this duty. Failure results in a
Deacon Zhao Ning turned back to look at Chen Ping. The look of approval that had previously graced his face vanished, replaced by a heavy, warning solemnity. He lowered his voice, his speech accelerating slightly. “Junior Brother Chen, what leaves my mouth today must enter your ears and go no further. The Sect… is not
“No matter what, the risk must be taken. This is the simplest, lowest-risk channel for me to obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill in the short term!” Chen Ping murmured softly, a gleam flashing in his eyes. Armed with this intelligence, he immediately began scouring the archives for records concerning this Secret Realm. Soon, piecing together
Spirit Stones vanished from his Jade Pendant like water down a drain. In exchange, a thick stack of Talismans materialized in his hands. Chen Ping sorted the yellow paper with methodical precision. Attack: Fire Snake, Ice Spike, Golden Needle, Wind Split. Defense: Golden Armor, Thick Earth Shield, Water Curtain. Evasion: Divine Movement, Wind Riding, Paper
The disciples’ expressions were solemn as they activated their Light Body Techniques, flying in an orderly stream into the spacious hold of the Spirit Boat. Chen Ping drifted with the current, a nondescript speck in the crowd. He counted silently. Including himself, the Qingyun Sect had committed sixty-three disciples to this venture. The hatch sealed
Chen Ping had not expected to find his target within half a day of entering the realm. He crushed the impulse to rush forward. Instead, he deployed his Divine Sense, sweeping the swamp and its perimeter with paranoid precision. The swamp was still. Dead leaves drifted on the stagnant water. Fist-sized water lice scuttled along
Chen Ping moved like a ghost. He detached himself from the shadow of the great tree and tracked the fleeing Shenxiao disciple with the silent precision of a wolf stalking wounded prey. His Divine Sense locked onto the chaotic, panicked aura ahead, even as his eyes scanned the perimeter for secondary threats. The disciple was
In the days that followed, Chen Ping moved through the treacherous Shadow Forest like a phantom. He strictly avoided the red zones marked on the sect map. At the slightest hint of anomaly—a sudden silence in the insectsong, a broken branch, a lingering scent of musk—he would unleash his Divine Sense, sweeping the area repeatedly
Chen Ping’s eyes darted frantically. His face was pale, beads of cold sweat rolled down his temples, and his body trembled with apparent terror. He looked at the eight men closing in on him, his expression a portrait of despair and reluctance. “I… I’ll hand it over! Just don’t kill me!” His voice shook, carrying
Within the silent expanse of the Jade Pendant space, Chen Ping sat on the black earth, his chest heaving like a bellows. Cold sweat clung to his forehead, and his heart hammered against his ribs. He stared down at his trembling hands. The three cyan Golden Blade Talismans were gone, reduced to fine gray ash
“Damn it! Just how many talismans does he have?!” A disciple’s voice cracked, thick with despair. They had never seen such an “extravagant” fighting style. This wasn’t a battle of arts or skill. It was simply using Spirit Stones to smash people to death. Suppressed by the endless torrent of elemental attacks, the five elites
The yellow light of the trapping formation faded, and with it, the illusion masking the tree. The true form of the spiritual plant revealed itself. It stood ten feet tall, its trunk twisted and gnarled like a climbing dragon, the bark smooth and warm as jade. But the crown told a different story. The “six”
An idea took root in his mind, impossible to suppress. I can’t take the main stalk, but I can certainly take a shoot! To others, these shoots were “chicken ribs”—tasteless and worthless. Without the unique lightning-struck environment of the cliff, they would wither and die within days. But Chen Ping had the Black Earth space.
Lingyun Peak, like a slumbering giant beast, lay across the center of the secret realm. The closer one got, the more refined the Qi permeating the air became, almost turning into a tangible, thin mist. The towering ancient trees grew increasingly sparse, replaced by black mountain rocks and tenacious, low-growing spiritual plants clinging to the
Entering the mountainside of Lingyun Peak, Chen Ping did not relax in the slightest; instead, a lingering sense of strangeness rose in his heart. The Qi became even denser, and the exotic flowers and rare herbs in the mountains also noticeably increased. He even luckily picked three portions of Amethyst Flower and one portion of
Chen Ping knelt on one knee, leaning heavily on his “Metal Splitter” sword, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Sweat mixed with blood slid down his temple, dripping onto the cold stone floor. A sharp, throbbing pain radiated from the wound on his left arm, and his spiritual power was more than half depleted. Scattered
These twenty figures… They were wearing Qingyun Sect outer disciple robes identical to Chen Ping’s. Their height, build, and even the bloodstains and exhaustion on their faces were perfect mirrors of his own. In their hands, they held phantom images of the “Water Divider” and “Metal Splitter” flying swords. Their eyes were vacant, yet they
Zzzzt! A faint, almost transparent milky-white halo materialized over the Taiyi Sect disciple’s skin without warning. Clang! Bai Yue’s sword strike, sharp enough to decapitate a Qi Condensation Great Perfection cultivator, slammed into the halo. It felt like stabbing into viscous glue. The blade stopped dead, inching forward not a hairsbreadth. The halo rippled softly,
The stone steps hung suspended in the void, piercing straight into the churning sea of clouds above. On the platform, the gazes of the twenty-seven battered survivors were uniformly focused on that bluestone staircase extending from the edge of the abyss. No one knew what “Immortal Fate” lay at the summit. Was it a world-shaking
Chen Ping’s footsteps faltered, a silent sigh echoing in the hollow of his chest. This was the price of having no retreat. These prodigies, born with golden spoons and supreme talent, could climb far higher than him in a single, explosive attempt. But under this unreasonable, continuous high pressure, once they reached their limit, failure
Within the Sea of Consciousness… The form of Chen Ping’s soul had solidified by nearly thirty percent. When he swept out with his Divine Sense, the world was clearer, sharper. His control over his own internal state had reached a microscopic level of precision. This was a realm exclusive to the Foundation Establishment stage. He
Boom… The heavy stone door ground against the floor, a low, grating rumble echoing in the silence as it slowly swung inward. It was not what Chen Ping had expected. There were no blinding rays of auspicious light. No celestial music drifting through the air. Not even the spine-chilling pressure of lingering killing intent. Behind
Chen Ping took a deep, steadying breath. He tore his gaze away from the barren Spirit Medicine Sector and turned toward the depths of the cave—the corner marked as the Puppet Sector. He prayed silently. Please, let there be something real here. He couldn’t afford another disappointment like the Alchemy or Spirit Medicine areas. Those
“The Dao of Puppetry begins with the very Origin of the Heavenly Dao itself! I have exhausted my life’s energy, yet I have only glimpsed the threshold. I failed to touch the core, the most profound power of the Origin. I leave this legacy in the hope that a destined successor may inherit my will,
The terror of the ladder was burned into his bones. He had experienced it personally. In that final stretch, every step had been a struggle through purgatory. Especially during the last ten steps. He had only managed to crawl to the summit by relying on the Jade Pendant space, forcibly recovering his stamina and mental
“Chen Ping?” The voice came from outside the cave dwelling. It was flat, carrying an unmistakable note of condescension. Chen Ping deactivated the defensive restrictions and stepped out, cupping his hands in a formal greeting. “That is me. May I ask what instructions Senior Brother Deacon has?” “It’s regarding your Foundation Establishment Pill exchange.” The
Chen Ping’s voice wasn’t loud, but it landed with the weight of a stone shattering a frozen lake. “The Foundation Establishment Pill formula?” The warm, amiable smile on Li Mao’s face froze. A flicker of shock and suspicion darted through his eyes. He leaned forward slightly. Under the stone table, his fingers curled, tightening into
After sending Li Mao away, silence returned to the cave dwelling. Chen Ping sat cross-legged on the floor, his mind sinking into the Jade Pendant suspended in his Dantian. It had been some time since he returned to the Sect, yet he hadn’t taken a moment to properly organize his harvest. The scenery before his
Chen Ping withdrew his consciousness from the Jade Pendant space, returning to the silence of his cave dwelling. Only then did a thought strike him: ‘I didn’t see Yuan Jingtian or my parents when I got back.’ Almost on cue, a familiar fluctuation rippled through the cave’s protective array. It was a gentle, inquiring ping—a
In the days that followed, Chen Ping went completely underground. He was in no rush to attempt alchemy. The Foundation Establishment Pill was notoriously difficult to refine; at his current level, attempting it would be nothing short of arrogance. It was far beyond his control. Instead of risking the precious main ingredients on a gamble,
Chen Ping crouched, grinding a pinch of the dark earth between his thumb and forefinger. A familiar warmth and heaviness traveled up his fingertips, signaling the soil’s immense vitality. But as he scrutinized the grains, his brow furrowed. “This purple tint isn’t just cosmetic,” he muttered. “Could it be… the upgrade didn’t just increase the
Inside the Jade Pendant space… The massive boost in growth speed was a godsend, but Chen Ping didn’t let the euphoria cloud his judgment. He remained a pragmatist. He needed to verify a critical variable: the “fuel consumption” of the upgraded Black Earth. Did accelerating time by forty-fold strip the land of its fertility at
“It seems my only option is to rely on the Black Earth. I must force the medicinal age of the Foundation Establishment ingredients to their absolute biological limit, then leverage the True Fire Alchemy Scripture to refine High-grade—or even Supreme-grade—pills myself.” Chen Ping felt the weight of the pressure settling on his shoulders. In the
Time dissolved in a blur of absolute focus. In the blink of an eye, another six months vanished. It had now been a full year since the Jade Pendant space underwent its evolution. For Chen Ping, this year was defined by a monastic discipline. His life shrank to a rigid cycle: cultivating in his cave
Chen Ping had long prepared himself for the sheer difficulty of this task. Among all Tier 2 pills, the Foundation Establishment Pill was universally recognized as one of the hardest to refine. Its complexity dwarfed the True Essence Pills he had used for practice. His confidence lay entirely in the True Fire Alchemy Scripture, the
The third furnace. The fourth. The fifth… The results were identical. Each attempt brought him agonizingly closer to the finish line. He held the reaction stable for longer, pushed the fusion further, but the end result remained the same. By the fifth furnace, he had even managed to imprint two of the three stabilization seals.
The pills were ready. Now, the battlefield had to be prepared. Chen Ping’s current cave dwelling sat atop a branch of a Tier 2 Low-grade spirit vein. While the Qi density was acceptable for daily cultivation, it was woefully insufficient for the massive energy demands of breaking through to the Foundation Establishment realm. Forcing a
The second torrent of medicinal energy flooded his system. It was a monsoon breaking a century-long drought. The deficit caused by his voracious, inefficient Spirit Roots was instantly replenished. The medicinal Qi roared, slamming into the teetering, nascent Dao Foundation. “Condense!” Chen Ping roared internally. He pushed his Divine Sense to its absolute limit, acting
Chen Ping sat motionless on the meditation cushion. The last trace of restless energy swirling around his body slowly sank into his Dantian. Six drops of liquid True Essence hovered in the void of his Sea of Qi, perfectly still. He opened his eyes. The rough texture of the stone walls stood out with razor-sharp
Zhao Yuanqi’s hand froze mid-air, the porcelain cup hovering inches from his lips. He looked up at Chen Ping, his expression a mask of sheer astonishment and confusion. “Junior Brother… you chose this?” He set the cup down with a sharp clack, leaning forward, his tone dropping into a serious, admonishing register. “Junior Brother, do
The final item on the agenda was the selection of a cave dwelling. Zhao Yuanqi produced another map, this one etched onto a slab of translucent jade. It displayed a detailed topographical view of the Qingyun Sect’s core territory, pulsing with faint light to indicate the flow of ley lines. The Main Peak, Qingyun Peak,
A few days later, a streak of cyan light descended from the heavens, landing steadily upon the summit of Green Mountain. The light dispersed, revealing Chen Ping, his parents, and Yuan Jingtian. Chen Dashan and his wife stepped onto the solid earth, looking around with a mix of curiosity and timidity. This was to be
Shan Yu and Yao Min performed the formal disciple induction ceremony. Thud. Their foreheads struck the cold stone floor, the sound echoing softly in the empty chamber. When they raised their heads, their expressions were a mixture of irrepressible excitement and nervous apprehension. Chen Ping paused for a moment, appearing to deliberate. He reached for
Time flowed quietly over Green Mountain, passing like a silent stream through a gorge. In the blink of an eye, a month had vanished. Deep inside the cave dwelling, within the austere stone walls of the meditation chamber, Chen Ping slowly opened his eyes. His brow was furrowed in mild frustration. He opened his hand.
Bai Zhi took her seat, her gaze sweeping over the cave dwelling’s furnishings. They were simple to the point of being shabby, yet her expression showed no surprise. To a dedicated cultivator, material luxury was irrelevant. As long as the space was habitable and allowed for peaceful cultivation, it was sufficient. Chen Dashan hurried over
Upon returning to the Sect, Chen Ping launched a relentless investigation. He haunted the Scripture Depository, scouring dusty shelves. He frequented the bustling taverns, buying rounds of wine to loosen tongues. He even visited obscure shops in the market that specialized in ancient, fragmentary texts. In just a few days, he questioned no fewer than
Zhao Yuanqi paused, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips as he looked at Chen Ping. “Here is a statistic that is even more thought-provoking: Throughout recorded history, there has never been a single instance of a cultivator with a Five-Element Waste Spirit Root breaking through to the Violet Palace realm.” Zhao Yuanqi’s eyebrows
The two sat together, the conversation stretching on for what felt like an eternity. It was entirely a one-sided affair. Zhao Yuanqi expounded on his theoretical knowledge of the cultivation world, while Chen Ping sat in silence, acting the role of the attentive audience. Chen Ping was exhausted. But Zhao Yuanqi showed no signs of
Elder Li leaned forward slightly, the lines on his face deepening as his tone turned grave. “Junior Nephew Chen, are you absolutely certain you want the Whale Swallowing Technique? The Earth-rank mid-grade art that costs two thousand Contribution Points?” “I am certain,” Chen Ping replied, his voice calm and steady. Elder Li fell silent. His
Since advancing to the Foundation Establishment realm, Chen Ping had identified a significant bottleneck in his routine. Time. He simply didn’t have enough of it. The logistical demands of alchemy were becoming a nightmare. Pills were the currency of the cultivation world, and his needs were insatiable. He needed pills to barter for Tier 3
Chen Ping’s consciousness descended into the Jade Pendant space. A year had passed in the outside world, and the flow of time had left a profound mark on this miraculous expanse of pale purple earth. The most striking change dominated the southeast corner. The fields of low, emerald-green True Essence Grass that once carpeted the
Chapter 151: It Really Can Improve! Mist coiled around the waist of the Green Mountain, thick with Qi. Beneath the swirling vapor, sixty acres of Spirit Fields thrived with a vibrancy that bordered on the supernatural. The Large Spirit Gathering Array hummed silently, funneling the ambient spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the soil.
Chapter 152: Room for Improvement Chen Ping steadied his breathing and focused his Divine Sense on the Jade Pendant. Space warped. In the blink of an eye, he was standing within the familiar, silent void of the Black Earth dimension. The four acres of Spirit Field lay before him, the soil glistening with a deep,
Chapter 153: Alchemy Assessment Should he ask his parents to manage the shop? Chen Ping shook his head almost immediately. His father, Chen Dashan, was at the fifth layer of Qi Condensation. His mother, Madam Lin, was only at the fourth. Their cultivation was weak, and their remaining lifespans were short. He provided them with
Chapter 154: Jaw-Dropping Astonishment Ignite the fire. Warm the furnace. Chen Ping’s movements flowed like clouds and water. There was no hesitation, no wasted motion. Every gesture was precise, as if the process had been etched into his muscle memory for a century. He tossed in the spirit herbs, manipulated the seals for fire control,
Chapter 155: Refusing to Take a Master The news spread like wildfire. Alchemists and apprentices from all over Pill Cauldron Peak abandoned their stations and rushed to the quiet room. They stared at the young figure standing at the entrance, their eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and deep reverence. “Chen Ping? That newly
Chapter 156: Selecting Seedlings Chen Ping’s reasoning was pragmatic. Finding alchemy apprentices with talent, the right temperament, and loyalty within the Qingyun Sect was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Sect disciples came with baggage. They had hidden allegiances, clan ties, and complicated histories. If he poured his resources into raising a genius
Chapter 157: Come With Me The smile on Old Dog’s face froze for a fraction of a second. Then, with practiced ease, he plastered it back on. “Fellow Daoist, you wound me! These aren’t just children; they are promising seedlings carrying an Alchemist’s heritage! 800 Spirit Stones? That’s a steal! Go ask around the market.
Chapter 158: Officially Taking Disciples When Chen Ping returned to the Green Mountain Cave Dwelling, trailing three ragged, skeletal children behind him, he naturally drew the attention of his clan. His father, Chen Dashan; his mother, Mrs. Lin; and his two existing disciples all stopped to look. The only exception was Yuan Jingtian. That talisman
Chapter 159: The Jade Pendant’s New Effect The aptitude these three children displayed for alchemy was far superior to Chen Ping’s initial estimates. In less than a year, all three had successfully grasped the introductory techniques of the True Fire Alchemy Scripture. Fire Control, herb identification, sensing the fusion changes of medicinal liquids—their foundation was
Chapter 160: Qingyun Secret Realm? Chen Ping was preparing to enter another bout of secluded cultivation. Outside the cave dwelling, Zhao Yuanqi was holding a jade slip, attempting to transmit a message. The stone door rumbled open. Chen Ping looked at the visitor with mild surprise. They had just discussed the Whale Swallowing Technique and
Chapter 161: I Can Save You! The secret realm was small. Chen Ping estimated it to be no more than a dozen or so miles in radius. The sky was a dome of pure, unblemished azure. There were no sun, moon, or stars, yet a soft, omnidirectional light bathed the world. The ground was carpeted
Chapter 162: The Ancient Tree’s Defenses Breached The terrifying pressure enveloping Chen Ping receded like a tidal wave. The heavy, suffocating sensation vanished, leaving behind only the natural, pervasive majesty of a higher life form. The Qingyun Ancient Tree fell silent. It had no choice. Truly, Chen Ping’s words had stirred its heart. Chen Ping
Chapter 163: The Ancient Tree’s Tree Heart! Chen Ping had not expected the Qingyun Ancient Tree’s reaction to be so visceral. The vast, majestic voice that filled his mind was no longer arrogant. It was filled with shock, fury, urgency… and even a trace of genuine panic. It was the reaction of a man having
Chapter 164: Enhancing Wisdom? “Ignorant brat!” The Ancient Tree’s voice cut through Chen Ping’s hesitation, dripping with impatience and arrogance. “You worry too much! If ordinary mortal wood or common roots lost their heart, they would indeed perish. But I am an Innate Spirit Root, a being favored by the very creation of Heaven and
Chapter 165: Three Handfuls of Black Earth “You… have finally awakened?” The voice jolted Chen Ping. He realized with a start that the Ancient Tree had been waiting for him the entire time. Judging by the tone, he had been immersed in that state of “absolute clarity” for quite a while. “Senior,” Chen Ping asked,
Chapter 166: Eight Sects Grand Competition The moment the three handfuls of Black Earth touched the ground, the gentle green luminescence of the Qingyun Secret Realm flared into a blinding brilliance! The massive, ink-green trunk—large enough to rival a mountain—trembled violently. The ancient will that permeated every inch of the pocket dimension collapsed inward at
Chapter 167: The Three-Year Agreement Chen Ping instantly understood the Sect Leader’s intent. So this is the real play. It made perfect sense why they had been so urgent about sending him into the Qingyun Secret Realm. The Sect valued him for two very specific reasons. First, his age. He was only 26. In three
Chapter 168: The Wonderful Use of the Tree Heart Seasons cycled. A full year had passed since Chen Ping returned from the Qingyun Secret Realm. Deep in the hinterlands of Green Mountain, far from the bustle of the main cave dwellings, Chen Ping stood in a clearing, his focus absolute. He moved with fluid precision,
Chapter 169: Bestowing Immortal Fate To a cultivator, a year passes as quickly as the snap of a finger. Yet, on Green Mountain, a single year was enough to rewrite everything. With an unlimited supply of pills fueling them, everyone’s cultivation had surged. Chen Ping’s father, Chen Dashan, was a man of steady focus. With
Chapter 170: Wang Fa’s Ability! Wang Fa wasted no time. Summoning the same meticulous energy he had once used to manage the Hundred Herb Garden, he threw himself into his new role. He had a plan, and he executed it with ruthless efficiency. Phase One: The Overhaul. He hired a team of craftsmen to gut
Chapter 171: One Hundred and Five Times In the center of the Pill Hall stood a masterpiece of metallurgy and alchemical art—the Rank 2 Top-grade Alchemy Furnace, the “Red Sun Cauldron.” Its surface was etched with complex, glowing spirit patterns that pulsed with a rhythmic heat. To acquire this treasure at the start of the
Chapter 172: Evolution of the Spirit Garden Now that Chen Ping had verified his new cultivation method, his path forward was singular and crystal clear. With such a miraculous efficiency multiplier in hand, he could not conceive of a single distraction worth his time. Cultivate. Cultivate. And then, cultivate some more. Only by pushing his
Chapter 173: Foundation Establishment Level 2 From a distance, the queue looked like a long, winding dragon. Cultivators had flocked here from every corner of the region, drawn by the rumor of miracles. For the vast majority, their goal was singular: to secure a High-grade, or perhaps even a Top-grade Spirit Pill. They weren’t looking
Chapter 174: Great Advancement in Cultivation! Guāng Yīn Rěn Rǎn—time flowed like water through a sieve. In the blink of an eye, another six months vanished into the void. There was now only one year remaining until the Eight Sects Grand Competition. Chen Ping completed his latest cultivation cycle and stepped out of his cave
Chapter 175: The Spirit Vine Mutation The warmth of the New Year’s Eve reunion still lingered in the air, but inside the meditation chamber, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. Chen Ping sat cross-legged, his brow furrowed in concentration. He hadn’t ended his cultivation cycle early because of the holiday. He was forced out by
Chapter 176: To Consume It Myself! Innate Spirit Root… Chen Ping stared at the radiant vine, his mind racing with calculations. The value of this item was simply incalculable. An Innate Spirit Root was a unique existence in this world, a treasure that stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the Rank 5 Qingyun Ancient Tree. To use such
Chapter 177: The Second Spirit Root! Chen Ping focused his senses inward. While the spirit vine voraciously siphoned his soul power, it simultaneously initiated a feedback loop. A strange, vibrant, and pure Five-Element soul force flowed back through the invading tendrils, nourishing the very area of his soul it had colonized. This symbiotic exchange lasted
Chapter 178: Nine Yin Nine Yang! With the stability of the Second Spirit Root and the Upper Dantian confirmed, Chen Ping wasted no time. He eliminated all distractions. With a thought, his figure flickered and vanished from the cave dwelling, reappearing instantly inside the Jade Pendant space. He strode directly to the isolated sector where
Chapter 179: The Wonder of the Cultivation Art! The sensation of Qi slamming against the aperture barrier was visceral—like driving a red-hot iron rod into a block of glacial ice. A searing pain erupted from within his body. Chen Ping’s brow locked tight, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. The cultivation of the
Chapter 180: Foundation Establishment Level 6 After stabilizing his new foundation, Chen Ping discovered the true value of an Earth-rank technique. It wasn’t just the raw power—it was the synergy. He called it Qi Resonance. This was an unexpected windfall. The two Dantians didn’t conflict or annihilate each other; instead, they formed a harmonic circuit
Chapter 181: The Pill Problem It is not that low-level cultivators lack the desire to ascend. It is not that they lack the heart to seek the Dao, nor is it a deficiency in firm conviction or lofty virtue… It is simply a matter of injustice. Chen Ping’s eyes flickered with a cold light. Injustice
Chapter 182: Preparations Before Departure The Eight Sects Grand Competition was imminent, and Chen Ping knew that caution was the watchword for this journey. In an arena where eight sects converged and powerhouses stood like a dense forest, shining too brightly would only invite unnecessary trouble. He needed to completely immerse himself in the role
Chapter 183: A Scene of the Immortals The Spirit Ship sliced through the sea of clouds, witnessing the rise of the sun and the setting of the moon as it flew continuously for three days and three nights. Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was heavy with silence. Bai Yue sat cross-legged with her eyes closed,
Chapter 184: Heaven and Earth Strange Insect! Chen Ping found it difficult to calm his restless heart. The scene before his eyes created a disparity with the Qingyun Sect as vast as the distance between clouds and mud. The Qingyun Sect’s mountain gate was certainly spiritually elegant, yet its layout was limited. Its buildings clung
Chapter 185: Five Treasures Gourd “Soul Devouring Insects?” A few low gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd. Any specimen recorded on the Strange Insect Ranking, regardless of its placement, was extraordinary. It was said that mature Soul Devouring Insects could devour a cultivator’s soul directly, launching formless, intangible attacks that were impossible to defend
Chapter 186: The Place of Seated Transformation The hall fell into a heavy silence. Every cultivator present was silently weighing the value of the gourd vine. Defining the worth of this withered vine and shriveled gourd was no easy task. On one hand, its vitality was severed; strictly speaking, it was trash. On the other
Chapter 187: Fishing Success! Han Feiyu seemed to have anticipated Chen Ping’s hesitation. He wasn’t discouraged; instead, a mysterious smile played on his lips as he lowered his voice. “Senior Brother Chen, do not be so quick to refuse. My sister and I have conducted extensive investigations. We are seventy to eighty percent certain that
Chapter 188: Reward: Bodhi Seed Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Having adjusted his condition to its absolute peak, Chen Ping joined the others. Led by Headmaster Li Lingfeng, they crossed the broad cloud bridge connecting the floating peaks and stepped onto the Tianling Sect’s main peak. There, the massive Martial Arts
Chapter 189: The First Foundation Establishment Battle The first battle began quickly. The cultivators holding tokens one and two ascended the stage. What slightly surprised Chen Ping was that the second combatant, clad in the dark red robes of the Lieyun Sect, was merely at the Grand Perfection stage of Qi Condensation! Years ago, the
Chapter 190: The Hem Slightly Soiled Chen Ping saw the attack coming. His expression turned “grave.” He slapped his back, sending his ancient sword box flying above his head. The lid popped open, and three standard flying swords—Middle Grade Tier 2—shot out to meet the threat. Clang clang clang! Six flying swords collided fiercely in
Chapter 191: The Name is Courage When Chen Ping returned to the Qingyun Sect’s designated area, the atmosphere was subtle, bordering on awkward. Headmaster Li Lingfeng looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, harboring a peculiarity that was difficult to decipher. He pondered for a moment before finally speaking, his tone flat and revealing little
Chapter 192: Facing the Second Layer! The first round of the elite battle concluded with mixed results for the Qingyun Sect. Of the three participating disciples, Bai Yue had won with ease, Chen Ping had won through “opportunism,” and Zhao Long, despite a valiant and fierce struggle, had ultimately fallen unconscious and conceded. The final
Chapter 193: Making the Opponent Faint from Anger The disciples of the Wangyue Sect, along with the many spectators who detested Chen Ping’s fighting style, immediately erupted into excited cheers. Facing this mountain-crushing attack, a “grave” expression finally appeared on Chen Ping’s face, as if he, too, felt the immense pressure of impending doom. He
Chapter 194: Entering the Top Eight The result of Chen Ping entering the top eight was unacceptable to many. This kind of evasive fighting method felt like a slap in the face to the cultivators present. When had anyone ever seen victory obtained solely by dragging down an opponent through the shameful art of running
Chapter 195: Sword Intent Clash Chen Ping first made his way to the plot where the Five Treasure Gourd Vine was planted. The scene before him drew a sigh of relief from his lips. The section of old vine, once covered in scorched, black lightning patterns, and the shriveled gourd attached to it had completely
Chapter 196: Bai Yue’s Crushing Defeat As Gu Yunshen’s voice faded… A nearly invisible Sword Intent materialized out of thin air, silent and traceless, rising to meet Bai Yue’s sword rainbow. This Sword Qi possessed no elemental glow, no thunderous majesty—only a purity of “Severing” honed to the extreme! Ssssh! Bai Yue’s pride and joy,
Chapter 197: Have You Ever Known Defeat? However… Contrary to every expectation… Facing this overwhelming, sky-blotting attack, Chen Ping did not choose to dodge! He took a deep breath, staring fixedly at the man before him. This guy… he could have defeated Zhao Long quickly. He could have easily knocked him off the arena. Instead,
Chapter 198: Glorious in Defeat! Rip! The majestic sword formation finally tore through the side of the Mysterious Turtle Bell, ripping apart the defensive halo that had already been thinned by the previous impacts! Three second-grade High-grade mother swords bore the brunt of the charge. Leading eighteen child swords, they viciously stabbed toward Xie Qing’s
Chapter 199: The Layout Begins As Chen Ping walked away, he waved his hand dismissively toward the crowd behind him. Praising me is fine! But mindless adulation is dangerous! And what is with this applause? Are you trying to fan the flames and ensure I get targeted by the Tianling Sect’s higher-ups? His gestures, however,
Chapter 200: The Big Fish Takes the Bait A perfect plan requires logic in every detail. The first step of the layout was to ensure that everything appeared natural and unobtrusive. Only then would the fish be tempted to take the bait. It was just like fishing. Before hooking a big fish, one had to
Chapter 201: Inviting the Gentleman into the Jar Mo Xiuyuan was an impatient man—or perhaps, he was simply someone whose head had been swollen by sudden victory. Having claimed the championship, every gesture he made now carried a hidden, prickly arrogance. He walked over to Chen Ping and sat down opposite him. Before he had
Chapter 202: Team Battle Ends After another week of recuperation, the team battles arrived as scheduled. Following days of rest and conditioning with pills, Zhao Long’s injuries had mostly healed. Although a trace of weakness still lingered on his face, his movement was no longer hindered. The fighting spirit in the young man’s eyes had
Chapter 203: Request to Leave the Sect A week later, the dust finally settled on the competition. Unsurprisingly, the Tianling Sect secured the first place in total points. Of course, their victory was largely a formality to claim the predetermined Sect Rewards. Chen Ping thought of the Bodhi Seed once more. If there were another
Chapter 204: Heading to the Treasure Site Chen Ping traveled with immense speed. After just an Incense Stick’s Time of Sword Riding, he arrived at the rendezvous point. The location was a hundred li outside the north gate of the Tianling Sect, beneath a solitary peak shaped like a reclining ox. From a distance, he
Chapter 205: Killing the Donkey Before the Mill Stops Han Feiyu stopped in his tracks, pointing at the protective barrier with a grave expression. “This barrier is the final shield protecting the core area of the Master’s dwelling. My sister and I have attempted to breach it many times, but our combined strength couldn’t shake
Chapter 206: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, The Oriole Follows? Mo Xiuyuan was the closest, so he bore the brunt of it. To flaunt his strength, he had poured nearly all his power into that strike of Yin Lightning. In his twisted logic, if his contribution was the greatest, he would feel no burden when
Chapter 207: The Truth of the Killing Beneath his body, Liu Mubai’s right hand had secretly closed around a talisman flickering with spiritual light… It was a Second-grade High-grade Golden Sword Talisman, a weapon of immense lethality. Draining the very last dregs of his spiritual power, he activated it! “Die!” Liu Mubai roared. A streak
Chapter 208: I Am the Hunter Han Feiyu’s eyes burned with a touch of madness. Chen Ping met that gaze with cold indifference. Yet, for a fleeting moment, he felt a strange kinship. This man resembled him. It wasn’t just his methods; it was his temperament, his very demeanor. However, Han Feiyu’s ambition exceeded even
Chapter 209: Core Area?! Han Feiyu’s heart plummeted into an icy abyss. He turned his head to look at his sister, Han Jingying, and a wave of infinite regret washed over him. If only he hadn’t been so greedy from the start. If only he had reported this information to the family elders immediately. At
Chapter 210: Soul Division Han Feiyu did not dare to delay. He hurriedly began his explanation. “Brother Chen, please understand. Three hundred years ago, my ancestor, Han Liren, was a renowned Violet Palace Alchemy Grandmaster in the northern border of the Anli Country. He single-handedly founded the Cloud Water Sect.” “However, in his later years,
Chapter 212: Third Grade Top Grade After a moment of deliberation, Chen Ping pointed toward the Pill Hall. Historically, his luck with alchemy rooms in secret realms had been abysmal. He hoped this pristine tomb would finally break the curse. Could my luck really be this rotten forever? At his silent command, the Han siblings
Chapter 213: A Bountiful Harvest! The trek to the Spirit Medicine Garden was a long one, winding through the labyrinthine cavern passages for the time it took an incense stick to burn. Pushing open the heavy stone doors, a complex scent immediately assaulted Chen Ping’s senses—a heavy, earthy musk of rich soil mixed with the
Chapter 214: Unlocking the Core! Chen Ping followed the Han siblings to their final stop: the technique room. Pushing open the heavy stone doors revealed rows of towering stone bookshelves. Yet, the shelves were overwhelmingly barren. Eight hundred years was an unforgiving eternity; no matter how exquisite the binding or durable the parchment, mundane materials
Chapter 215: The Incorruptible Flesh Body Chen Ping stood before the yawning black mouth of the cavern, his eyes locked onto the glowing teleportation array. He didn’t move a muscle. His powerful Divine Sense swept out, meticulously scouring the array’s platform, the jagged edges of the cave, and the entire volume of the stone chamber.
Chapter 216: No Regrets After the Move is Made Han Feiyu jolted awake, a violent shiver wracking his body. He turned to Chen Ping, his eyes bloodshot and wide. Chen Ping didn’t speak. He merely shifted his gaze toward the cold jade bed, specifically to the stiff finger of Han Liren. The black Storage Ring
Chapter 217: Old Ghost’s Body Seizure It was just like before. The shimmering barrier devoured the bead of essence blood. Violent ripples tore across the shield’s surface before it silently split down the middle, creating a rift just wide enough for one person. A blast of profound, sterile cold rolled out from the gap. Han
Chapter 218: Arts Clash There would only be one chance. If he missed this window, there wouldn’t be a second. Chen Ping’s gaze hardened into steel. As the sickly green light of the Body Seizure faded, and Han Liren’s divine soul fully anchored itself within Han Feiyu’s flesh, the invisible Restriction shielding the cold jade
Chapter 219: Full Firepower Unleashed! Chen Ping’s pupils shrank to pinpricks the moment the blazing bird materialized. A Perfection-grade Mysterious-rank Art. The disparity in power between it and his own Fire Dragon Art was staggering. Sizzle! The fiery beak sheared through the air, casually pecking clean through the skull of his leading fire dragon! The
Chapter 220: The Old Ghost Escapes As Han Liren desperately neutralized Chen Ping’s relentless Arts, a profound, suffocating frustration gnawed at him. If he possessed even a single decent Dharma Artifact, he wouldn’t be forced into such a pathetic, passive defense. He could have slaughtered this junior with a wave of his hand. It was
Chapter 221: Leaving the Cave Dwelling Han Daoren’s escape left a lingering, icy dread in Chen Ping’s gut. Even though he hadn’t revealed a sliver of personal information. Even though his true face remained hidden behind a flawless disguise. The fear remained. The abilities of a Violet Palace cultivator were simply too unfathomable—especially their divine
Chapter 221: Leaving the Cave Dwelling Han Daoren’s escape left a lingering, icy dread in Chen Ping’s gut. Even though he hadn’t revealed a sliver of personal information. Even though his true face remained hidden behind a flawless disguise. The fear remained. The abilities of a Violet Palace cultivator were simply too unfathomable—especially their divine
Chapter 222: All Can Be Planted and Live! The Dragon Tooth Peach Tree stood alone, an image of absolute desolation. If Chen Ping hadn’t secured it when he did, it would have been dead within days. In truth, even if he had left it undisturbed in that medicine garden, its time was almost up. The
Chapter 223: Returning to Green Mountain Several days later. Green Mountain. The familiar scenery washed over Chen Ping: the swirling mountain mist, the terraced, lush Spirit Fields, and the welcoming silhouette of the courtyard nestled on the mountainside. A profound, grounding warmth spread through his chest, instantly melting away the bone-deep fatigue and lethal tension
Chapter 224: Taking Stock of Gains Chen Ping had truly made a killing this time. Aside from offending an ancient Violet Palace monster, the entire operation had been flawlessly executed. The absolute key to his success? Relentlessly disguising his cultivation at the first layer of Foundation Establishment. It had allowed him to have the final
Chapter 225: Jadeite Blind Boxes The bulk of his immediate spoils came from the Storage Bags looted off Mo Xiuyuan and the other Foundation Establishment casualties. After a thorough count, Chen Ping sat before a small, literal mountain of over 105,000 Low-grade Spirit Stones. The sheer volume of wealth practically hummed with ambient spiritual light.
Chapter 226: Mystic Primordial Pill Formula Chen Ping couldn’t stop a low, bitter curse from slipping through his teeth. He was equally paralyzed by the sheer, apocalyptic scale of Old Ghost Han’s hoard and the agonizing tragedy of its complete waste. He moved like a machine, mindlessly popping the lids off the remaining jadeite boxes.
Chapter 227: Heavenly Mountain Longevity Peach! Chen Ping picked up the first of the final five boxes. It was dense. Despite being the exact same size as the hundreds of boxes that came before it, the weight resting in his palm was significantly heavier. He took a slow, steadying breath and eased the lid open.
Chapter 228: Shedding Dust Pill Formula Chen Ping stared at the blade, his heart hammering against his ribs. The sheer, oppressive weight of the sword’s aura eclipsed any Dharma Artifact he had ever encountered. It was even more terrifying than the imposing flying sword strapped to the back of Qingyun Sect’s Headmaster, Li Lingfeng—a weapon
Chapter 229: The Mysterious Seed Chen Ping snapped his head toward a specific corner of the Black Earth. There, buried quietly in the loam, lay another ancient, bizarre seed he had acquired early in his journey—one that had stubbornly refused to sprout despite the terrifying temporal acceleration of the soil. The intricate, esoteric patterns etched
Chapter 230: The Mystic Primordial Pill’s Whereabouts Stepping through the entrance of the Treasure Hunt Pavilion, Chen Ping was immediately greeted by a female cultivator draped in crimson silk. Her figure was exceptionally alluring, accentuated by a startling lack of fabric. A heart-shaped cutout at her chest brazenly displayed a generous expanse of pale skin
Chapter 231: How to Make Money? Wang Li collected his thoughts, a warm smile settling on his face. “A few days ago, while on leave, I returned to my family estate. Having some free time, I wandered into a Marketplace run by the local Li family, hoping to stumble across a hidden gem. I didn’t
Chapter 232: Spiritual Vein Promotion? It wasn’t that Chen Ping hadn’t considered other, vastly faster methods of generating capital. For instance: mass-producing Foundation Establishment Pills. Inside the Jade Pendant space, the Sunfire Grass and Amethyst Flower trees had been aggressively cultivated by the Black Earth for years. Their medicinal potency had long since breached the
Chapter 233: Yuanqi Dispels Doubts! “Decisive!” Zhao Yuanqi laughed, clapping his hands together as he produced a pristine jade slip. “Then please leave your Divine Sense imprint on this agreement, Junior Brother. The Senior Brothers handling the Formation setup will arrive sometime next month. We’ll need your cooperation when they do.” Chen Ping accepted the
Once he finalized his plan, Chen Ping moved. He was a man of pragmatic action, not hesitation. Sending his consciousness inward, he manifested within the Jade Pendant space and stepped onto the rich Black Earth. The Sunfire Grass and Amethyst Flower stalks were growing with terrifying vigor. A faint, pulsating spiritual light flowed across their
Chapter 235: Gathering Enough Spirit Stones Li Lingfeng violently choked, spraying a mouthful of premium spirit tea across his pristine robes. He coughed hysterically, his face flushing a bright, embarrassing crimson. In a single heartbeat, the untouchable, serene aura of the Qingyun Sect’s Headmaster entirely evaporated. His eyes bulged as he stared at Chen Ping,
Chapter 236: Jade Pendant Upgrade As the streak of light marking Chen Ping’s departure faded into the horizon, the smile on Li Lingfeng’s face slowly vanished, replaced by a gaze of profound complexity. He turned abruptly, striding back into the main hall. With a wave of his hand, he sent out a transmission, summoning every
Chapter 237: One Hundred and Fifty Times After some deliberation, Chen Ping selected the Cold Star Grass for his control sample, favored for its short natural growth cycle. Just as before, he partitioned three small experimental plots within the Jade Pendant’s dimension. He planted the seeds under three distinct conditions: one plot with no irrigation,
Chapter 238: Third-Rank Grand Formation A sense of urgency still gnawed at Chen Ping’s heart. The issue of the Rank 3 Spirit Spring water had, in truth, only been resolved temporarily. Between the ten pounds from the Spirit Plant Hall and the five or six pounds scraped together by the Lin family, he had a
Chapter 239: A Visitor Arrives “Junior Brother Chen, forgive the intrusion!” Zhao Yuanqi’s voice boomed with his usual boundless enthusiasm before he even landed. “Allow me to introduce Zhou Chuanshi, the Master of my Formation Hall! He heard your application for a Large Spirit Gathering Array was approved and insisted on leading the team personally
Chapter 240: Bai Zhi Seeks Help Hearing the grinding of the stone door, the visitor turned around. He appeared to be around thirty, with sharp, chiseled features. His gaze was as calm as a deep pool, yet it carried the heavy, scrutinizing weight of someone long accustomed to authority. Chen Ping was certain he had
Chapter 241: Choosing to Accompany Chen Ping stepped into the alchemy chamber and sealed the heavy stone doors. The Top-Grade third-tier Alchemy Furnace sat in the center of the room, a silent monolith. It was the absolute source of his confidence. It was also his deepest secret. To this day, he had never allowed his
Chapter 242: Sleep First? Time lost its meaning as Bai Zhi’s wails gradually subsided into ragged, intermittent sobs. Yet, her grip on Chen Ping didn’t loosen. She clung to him with terrifying strength, her fingers digging into his robes like a drowning woman clutching her last piece of driftwood. Chen Ping could feel the erratic,
Chapter 243: Bai Zhi’s Foundation Establishment Bai Zhi’s eyes snapped open. Her long eyelashes, still damp with tears, fluttered as she stared at Chen Ping in absolute disbelief. Sleep? In her mind, Chen Ping had always been a calm, self-possessed, powerful, and nearly perfect man. How could he suddenly… make such a suggestion at a
Chapter 244: Successful Foundation Establishment A violent storm of Qi erupted within the cave dwelling. The Top-Grade third-tier Spirit Gathering Array was fully activated. The dense ambient Qi liquefied into a thick spiritual mist, completely engulfing Bai Zhi’s silhouette. Chen Ping stood guard nearby, his expression grim. His Divine Sense was coiled and ready to
Chapter 245: Hidden Feelings Bai Zhi had her own calculations. The internal politics of her family were a treacherous labyrinth, and the elders already had numerous designs for her future Dao companion. Suitors coveting the Bai family’s influence swarmed them like starving carp. If she exposed her true feelings for Chen Ping now, it wouldn’t
Chapter 246: Fond of Teaching Others His Divine Sense swept outward, catching two familiar auras toiling in the Spirit Fields. It was thanks to these two providing a steady stream of auxiliary Spirit Grass that Chen Ping didn’t have to constantly commute between the Marketplace and Green Mountain. Shan Yu and Yao Min. They were
Chapter 247: The Tea Tree Matures After finishing his brutal but necessary critique of his apprentices’ alchemy, Chen Ping left Green Mountain. Using Sword Riding, he cut through the clouds and descended toward his shop in the Marketplace. Behind the counter, Wang Fa was rapidly flicking the beads of an abacus. His face was flushed
Chapter 248: The Divine Efficacy of the Tea Leaves Gripping the cold jade box, Chen Ping’s heart hammered against his ribs. Forty-nine Enlightenment Tea leaves. This was a stockpile of wealth so obscene it defied calculation. To him, these leaves were infinitely more valuable than a hundred Top-Grade Foundation Establishment Pills. He could churn out
Chapter 249: Astonishing Gains Chen Ping didn’t pause for a single second. He consumed the Enlightenment Tea leaves one after another in a relentless, mechanical rhythm. He didn’t dare stop. If he let the hyper-cognitive state fade, his momentum in dissecting the cultivation methods and Arts would shatter. Reconnecting the severed trains of thought would
Chapter 250: Sorting the Gains The true terror of cultivating the Nine Yin Nine Yang Scripture lay in locating the Yin and Yang Acupoints hidden within the human body. These nodes were obscenely elusive. They didn’t possess a physical, biological form. It sounded mystical, even nonsensical, but it was the absolute truth. To be precise,
Chapter 251: Second Foundation Establishment Outside the cave dwelling, time slipped away in silence. The trees blanketing the mountain turned a vibrant green, faded to a sickly yellow, and finally stripped themselves bare. Before long, a thick blanket of pristine white snow buried the clearing outside the heavy stone doors, while goose-feather snowflakes continued to
Chapter 252: Strength Improvement Chen Ping stabilized his newly forged cultivation base, meticulously analyzing the unprecedented sensations radiating from the two Dantians now housed within his body. His Lower Dantian—his primary core—held the Qi of his Level 6 Foundation Establishment Evergreen Art. It surged like a vast, unyielding river. In terms of sheer volume, it
Chapter 253: Spirit Field Problem? On the flight back to Green Mountain, a stray thought crossed Chen Ping’s mind. Last month, when Liu Xiaoyun had delivered the Tier 3 spiritual spring water, the disciple had casually mentioned that the members of the Spirit Plant Hall were desperate to finally meet their mysterious new Hall Master.
Chapter 254: Ancient Ferocious Beast Chen Ping left the Spirit Plant Hall with a heavy knot of suspicion tightening in his chest. He headed straight for the Elder Hall at the summit of Qingyun Peak. He needed answers. The Headmaster had to explain the crippled state of the Sect’s agriculture. The guards respectfully waved him
Chapter 255: Killing Intent Pollution It sounded like a cheap fable. A middling Sect built atop the tomb of an Ancient Ferocious Beast? Headmaster Li Lingfeng caught the undisguised skepticism on Chen Ping’s face and offered a weary, bitter smile. “I know it sounds absurd. Elder Zhao, maintain the Formation here. I will take Junior
Chapter 256: Seeing the Ancient Tree Again “Killing intent pollution?” The Ancient Green Cloud Tree’s voice paused, then turned unctuous. “Ah… you mean that. Well, it’s not completely impossible…” It spoke with deliberate slowness, affecting an air of casual curiosity. “But… kid, that ‘Cradle of Life’ you offered me before… ahem, the black soil. Do
Chapter 257: Spirit Field Planning Zhao Yuanqi muttered under his breath, his face a mask of profound skepticism. “That old monster suddenly grew a conscience? It’s notorious for refusing to lift a root without squeezing out a profit first. Expecting it to revitalize the Sect for free? This…” He clearly didn’t buy a single word
Chapter 258: Changes in Spirit Plants The gears were finally in motion. With that ancient entity’s intervention, the killing intent poisoning the Sect’s land would be thoroughly scoured away. That old ghost of a tree was undeniably a scheming, greedy bastard, but its fundamental nature was sound. Its word was iron. The fact that it
Chapter 259: One Year Later Another year slipped quietly through the cracks of time. Deep within his cave dwelling, Chen Ping slowly opened his eyes. A heavy, bone-deep exhaustion lingered in his gaze. He turned his Divine Sense inward, inspecting his Sea of Qi. Within his Dantian, the liquid True Essence cycled sluggishly. Compared to
Chapter 260: Likes Farming “Hall Master, you might not know,” Liu Xiaoyun said with a bitter smile. “It’s not that we don’t want to plant them. It’s that we literally cannot keep them alive.” He gestured helplessly at the fields. “Third-grade spirit medicines and the core herbs for Foundation Establishment Pills are impossibly delicate. They
Chapter 261: Sect Support “The first is fantastic news!” Liu Xiaoyun held up two fingers, practically shaking with excitement. “The Sect has decided to double our monthly allocation of third-grade spiritual spring water! From ten pounds to twenty pounds!” Chen Ping’s heart gave a violent leap. Twenty pounds! That was significantly more than he had
Chapter 262: Refining the Mystic Primordial Pill Leaving the vibrant, recovering Spirit Fields behind, Chen Ping set out for the Sect’s Marketplace. As he walked, his mind rapidly crunched the numbers regarding his new Spirit Spring water quota and the Spirit Stone allocations. The stable operation of his alchemy shop was the bedrock of his
Chapter 263: Wang Fa Has Not Returned? Forty furnaces opened. Twenty-five successes. Fifteen failures. Maintaining a success rate above sixty percent for refining a peak Tier 2 pill was an absurdly high standard. It signaled that Chen Ping’s comprehension as a Tier 2 Alchemist had reached its absolute zenith. He was ready to challenge the
Chapter 264: Fox Demons and Spirits Wang Fa was not the type of man to vanish without a trace. Even if a sudden crisis at home had anchored him, he would have found a way to send a Talisman or a messenger back to the Sect. To sever all communication and miss his deadline meant
Chapter 265: The Fox Demon Takes the Bait With a thought, Chen Ping forced the vast, churning tide of his mid-Foundation Establishment True Essence to recede deep into his meridians. What bled out to the surface was the carefully measured Qi fluctuation of a cultivator at the ninth layer of Qi Condensation. His facial features
Chapter 266: Seeing Wang Fa Again The fox demon wearing the merchant’s skin stared at Chen Ping for a long moment. It noticed the slight hesitation in the “disciple’s” posture and smoothly raised its own jade cup. Its eyes crinkled in a warm, practiced smile. “This is but a humble wine brewed from local spirit
Chapter 267: Demonic Words Confuse the Masses The moment Chen Ping’s eyes fell upon Wang Fa, the cold, calculated calm in his chest vanished. It was incinerated by a roaring, apocalyptic wave of killing intent. The sensation was visceral. It felt as though a pack of feral Wild Boars had broken into his meticulously tended
Chapter 268: Fox Demons Destroy a Nation? “A joke! It seems you know nothing at all. Fine, since you’re about to die, I’ll let you die an enlightened ghost!” It stroked its crimson fur with its claws, speaking slowly and deliberately. “It’s no harm telling a dead man. Just so your heart dies along with
Chapter 269: Uprooting the Weeds, Eliminating the Roots A freezing, absolute zero killing intent flooded Chen Ping’s eyes. The verdict was set. There would be no hesitation. Before the terrified, shrill howl of the crimson fox demon could even echo across the courtyard, Chen Ping acted. With a thought, the seven mother swords hovering around
Chapter 270: Snow Congealing Spirit Flower Since he had unearthed the horrifying truth, he had to act. The Sect, and the entire Cultivation world of the Anli Kingdom, needed to wake up. Chen Ping strode back to the storage shed, shattering the Restrictions binding the three captives. With a flick of his wrist, he extracted
Chapter 271: Extreme Fear! Wasting no time, Chen Ping blurred into a streak of light, shooting straight toward the Headmaster’s Hall on Qingyun Peak. Inside, Headmaster Li Lingfeng sat surrounded by Sect missives. Seeing Chen Ping storm in with a face like thunder, Li Lingfeng set aside his jade slip. “Elder Chen, you seem to
Chapter 272: Foundation Establishment Eighth Layer Chen Ping stood at the entrance of his cave dwelling. He stared at the rolling clouds over the distant mountain peaks, but the scenic view offered no comfort. A hollow, freezing weight settled in his gut. It was a bone-deep impotence, crushed under the sheer, suffocating mass of the
Chapter 273: Pure Land of Green Mountain Advancing two Foundation Establishment cores simultaneously at such terrifying speed—if word leaked out, it would send shockwaves through the entire Anli Country Cultivation world. The Whale Swallowing Technique had once again proven its monstrous utility. The only drawback was that despite constant use, Chen Ping still couldn’t brush
Chapter 274: Unexpected Gain! Yuan Jingtian had long since reached the Qi Condensation Grand Perfection realm. A few months prior, Chen Ping had asked if he was ready to attempt Foundation Establishment. Yuan Jingtian had solemnly declined, stating he would wait until Chen Dashan and his wife succeeded first. As the self-appointed steward of Green
Chapter 275: Shrinking the Earth to an Inch Moonlight cascaded like liquid silver over the tranquil forest of the Back Mountain. Chen Ping stood alone in a clearing. His eyes were half-closed, and his aura was as deep and still as an abyssal trench. He was here to test the fruits of his year-long seclusion.
Chapter 276: New Mutation In truth, if he pushed his three Profound-grade Arts to absolute Perfection, both the Fire Dragon Art and the Child-Mother Sword Art possessed the potential to spawn devastating derivative techniques rivaling low-tier divine abilities. Perfecting the Fire Dragon Art could unlock the Fire Dragon’s Breath. The summoned beast wouldn’t just be
Chapter 277: Shaking the Entire Sect! Outside the Spirit Plant Hall, the usually desolate stone square was packed. Dozens of cultivators stood shoulder-to-shoulder. They all wore the coarse, dirt-stained robes of agricultural disciples, their cultivation hovering around the mid-stages of Qi Condensation. Yet, every single face was illuminated with barely contained euphoria. They kept shooting
Chapter 278: Positive Mutation Around the Contribution Hall… Every haggling argument, every whispered exchange of intelligence, every ambient noise instantly evaporated. Inside and outside the massive hall, whether they were lowly Qi Condensation disciples or respected Foundation Establishment stewards, every cultivator froze. Their faces locked into expressions of utter disbelief, their eyes widening to comic
Chapter 279: Second Mutation Mutations were a double-edged sword, though the blade swung overwhelmingly toward the negative. Because negative mutations were far more common, historical records were flooded with bizarre, useless anomalies. Spirit Grain yields plummeting to zero while the stalks hardened into inedible iron. Spirit Grasses losing all medicinal properties and instead rotting into
Chapter 280: The Grace of a Beauty Chen Ping raised an eyebrow. He had very few contacts within the Sect, and almost no one who would initiate a visit. Liu Xiaoyun had just taken his orders and was undoubtedly buried in work at the Spirit Plant Hall. As for anyone else… He quietly extended his
Chapter 281: One Hundred Thousand Vanished into Thin Air Chen Ping rode his flying sword back to his cave dwelling. The moment he sat down on his meditation cushion, his mind was already moving to the next tactical step. Since the Duo Yuan Pill formula was secure, leaving the 100,000 Spirit Stone bounty active was
Chapter 282: Each Takes What They Need The Outer Disciples guarding the hall recognized Chen Ping instantly. They bowed deeply and stepped aside, not daring to delay him. Inside, Li Lingfeng sat behind a heavy wooden desk, surrounded by stacks of jade slips. A faint shadow of exhaustion bruised his eyes; managing a Sect was
Chapter 283: The Root of Decay Chen Ping had caught a discrepancy in Li Lingfeng’s pitch. He thought back to his own recruitment. The desperate youths who had been herded into Servant Peak alongside him had never been subjected to any sort of Spirit Root detection. He couldn’t help but ask, his tone flat but
Chapter 284: Bizarre Divine Ability Chen Ping rode his sword, the azure light slicing through the flowing clouds. The mountains and rivers below blurred into a rapidly receding painting. He pushed his True Essence to the absolute limit. Despite the breathtaking scenery, his mind was a locked vault of cold calculation. The closer he got
Chapter 285: Entering the Auction Han Jingying’s eyes burned with a suffocating, suppressed hatred. She bowed and backed out of the quiet room. Only when she was far away from the central cave did she slowly raise her head, staring at the stone doors that entombed her true, biological brother. A spike of agonizing grief
Chapter 286: Vermilion Fruit Obtained The auction house loomed ahead—a colossal, circular monolith of stone and wood. Dozens of cultivators already crowded the entrance, waiting to verify their funds. Paranoia ruled here. Nearly every attendee hid behind heavy masks or cast illusions to obscure their features and cultivation bases. Only a rare few, arrogant in
Chapter 287: Purple Sun Treasure Tree?! Chen Ping exhaled a slow, silent breath. Phase one, complete. His Divine Sense detected a few casual glances sweeping his dark corner, but the bone-chilling, phantom stare from earlier never returned. He sat motionless, a stone statue in the dim light, waiting for the auction house attendant to finalize
Chapter 288: The Evil Taint Dragon Pearl! Chen Ping locked his gaze onto the center of the auction stage. A pearl the size of an infant’s fist hovered silently above a custom-made jade pedestal. It radiated a deep, hypnotic azure light. The glow wasn’t blinding, but it carried a suffocating, physical Pressure. It crashed over
Chapter 289: Bidding for the Dragon Pearl The representatives of the major families and great Sects sitting in the VIP boxes saw right through the charade. The Yunshui Sect was rotten to the core. First, they paraded that dead Purple Sun Treasure Tree Division Propagation. Unless a true immortal descended from the heavens, no Sect
Chapter 290: Jingying’s Revelation The moment Chen Ping stepped out of the auction house, the hairs on his arms stood up. Multiple, well-hidden gazes swept over his disguised form from the shadows of the street. He sneered internally, his face remaining a mask of bored indifference as he seamlessly blended into the dense foot traffic.
Chapter 291: My Sword Is Just As Sharp! Han Jingying trembled slightly, steeling herself with immense resolve. She took a ragged breath and met Chen Ping’s gaze, her voice bone-dry. “Fellow Daoist… Chen Ping.” She paused, then pushed the words out. “I risked coming here to warn you. You’ve been targeted by Han Daoren… the
Chapter 292: Peak Showdown Chen Ping rode his flying sword, his mind dialed to absolute, razor-wire tension. His Divine Sense bled into the air, spinning outward like an invisible spiderweb, obsessively scanning every cubic inch of the atmosphere for the slightest distortion in ambient Qi. Paranoia was his only shield. The enemy stalked the shadows;
Chapter 293: The Terrifying Talisman Treasure BOOM! The Evil Fire Phoenix slammed headfirst into the mountain peak! The earth violently bucked. Boulders the size of houses were launched into the stratosphere. The entire summit was instantly vaporized, leaving behind a massive, superheated crater of black glass. Molten rock bubbled and hissed, spewing thick columns of
Chapter 294: Growing Stronger Through Battle In that frozen fraction of a second… The air surrounding the crystal awl physically warped. The density of the Sword Qi bleeding off the tiny artifact was fundamentally superior to Chen Ping’s massive white-gold blade. The blue awl accelerated, transforming into a streak of azure lightning that slammed head-on
Chapter 295: The Ultimate Secret Art The more they clashed, the more a cold dread gripped Han Daoren’s heart. Chen Ping wasn’t just suppressing him with raw power; his combat awareness was evolving in real-time. In the crucible of life-and-death combat, the boy’s execution of Arts, his timing, and his fluid control of energy were
Chapter 296: Mysterious Creature Chen Ping stood frozen in the scorched crater. His Divine Sense crashed outward like a tidal wave, brutally scouring every inch of dirt, stone, and timber for dozens of miles in every direction. He swept the perimeter again. And again. He refused to leave a single shadow unchecked. If he could
Chapter 297: A Big Bear? Chen Ping’s eyes snapped open. A frigid, sword-like glint flashed in his pupils as his gaze locked onto the deepest, darkest corner of the cavern. He had swept this entire den with his Divine Sense. It was completely empty. Where was this phantom gaze coming from? As his paranoia spiked,
Chapter 298: Unexpected Harvest “Lead the way.” The black bear practically melted with relief. It scrambled to its feet, though it kept its massive frame hunched in a grotesque, subservient slouch. Half-turning its body to ensure it never fully turned its back on Chen Ping, it gingerly navigated into the pitch-black depths of the cavern
Chapter 299: Taking Bear Big as a Disciple The Great Nine Heavens Mystic Art was undeniably a peerless foundation-building technique… But Chen Ping had scrutinized the bamboo slips from beginning to end. The manuscript contained absolutely zero techniques regarding aura concealment. This black bear had managed to stumble into the stage of Drawing Qi into
Chapter 300: Jiazi Pill Formula! Chen Ping sealed off his external senses and engaged his Inner Sight. The Nine Yin Nine Yang Scripture roared to life within his meridians, violently siphoning the pure Qi from the Spirit Stones crushed in his palms. The energy flooded his system, aggressively stitching the micro-tears left by Han Daoren’s
Chapter 301: The Sprouting Method! To think that old bastard possessed such a heaven-defying pill formula! No wonder his jadeite box contained a Heavenly Mountain Longevity Peach. Han Daoren had been preparing for this exact step all along. Shock gave way to a sinking dread. If Han Daoren could refine a fourth-grade Jiazi Pill… didn’t
Chapter 302: A Pleasant Discovery Chen Ping centered his mind, shifting his absolute focus to the ancient Storage Ring he had retrieved from the deceased cultivator’s remains. The ring was starkly archaic. Forged from a dull, dark metal, it felt chillingly cold against his skin, carrying the heavy weight of centuries. Faint, indistinct patterns were
Chapter 303: Profound Heaven Nine Transformations This discovery cemented Chen Ping’s resolve to switch his primary cultivation method. The bamboo scrolls warned that achieving the Novice stage in the Great Nine Heavens Mystic Art was excruciatingly difficult, demanding near-impossible levels of comprehension. But once the threshold was crossed, the Art’s passive enhancement to cultivation speed
Chapter 304: Extraordinary Talent Chen Ping rested the object in his palm. The swirling mist clinging to its surface seemed to dance with renewed vigor. The crystal felt cool, yet possessed a strange, jade-like warmth. Peering closely, he noticed countless microscopic points of light drifting within the grayish-white core. They flickered like a miniature, breathing
Chapter 305: Great Advancement in Strength Xiong Chumo stood up on his hind legs, straining to hold his massive, hulking frame completely upright. His rounded ears stood at attention, and his crimson eyes locked onto Chen Ping with a mix of raw terror and desperate, unblinking focus. Chen Ping met the beast’s gaze. “First, absolute
Chapter 306: Everything is Ready Except the East Wind! The Hundred-Year Vermilion Fruit seed had been sown long ago. Now, that single seed had sprouted into a vibrant sapling, its branches thick with emerald leaves that practically dripped with vitality. The trunk was already as thick as a man’s arm, radiating a dense, intoxicating aura
Chapter 307: Delightful Progress His first stop was the Spirit Plant Hall. Hall Master Liu Xiaoyun had already received word of Chen Ping’s emergence. He was waiting respectfully at the main entrance, flanked by several Manager disciples. The moment Chen Ping came into view, Liu Xiaoyun hurried forward, his face flushed with poorly concealed pride
Chapter 308: Providence Reward?! Chen Ping’s mind raced, already formulating an exit strategy. A quick greeting, a polite excuse, and a swift retreat—anything to avoid getting sucked into the inescapable vortex of Zhao Yuanqi’s monologues. The moment Zhao Yuanqi spotted him, a radiant, utterly genuine smile split his face. He closed the distance with long
Chapter 309: The Wonder of Providence Chen Ping had encountered his fair share of bizarre Fated Chances since he began his Cultivation journey, but this sounded like pure fantasy. The concept of Providence had always been treated as an ethereal, untraceable force—the silent hand of fate. How could one actively “farm” it through specific, engineered
Chapter 310: The Method of Rising Zhao Yuanqi practically dragged Chen Ping to a smooth outcrop of rock at the foot of Green Mountain, intent on delivering a comprehensive lecture on his “Providence Theory” right then and there. In the blink of an eye, Zhao had conjured a table and covered it in jade flagons
Chapter 311: Breaking the Rules?! “The two examples I just cited…” Zhao Yuanqi paused, his eyes locked onto Chen Ping’s face, assessing the impact of his words. Seeing that his argument had landed with the force of a physical blow, he delivered his closing thesis. “In both cases, groundbreaking inventions that unilaterally benefited the Cultivation
Chapter 312: Enhancing the Spirit Root!! To be perfectly honest, this experiment dictated his entire future. Chen Ping refused to be careless. Returning to his Secluded Cultivation chamber, he sealed the stone door and sat cross-legged on his meditation mat. He steadied his breathing, cooling his mind until it was a placid lake. Only then
Chapter 313: Persuading the Parents A moment later… The faint hum of a Formation activating echoed from behind the heavy stone door. The slab slowly ground open inward, revealing the gentle, lined face of his mother, Madam Lin. She wore a simple cyan cultivation robe, her hair pinned up meticulously. When her eyes fell upon
Chapter 314: The Two Elders Take the Medicine “That’s exactly why you must take them!” Chen Dashan insisted, his voice rising with conviction. “Since you’ve already proven their efficacy, you must consume the rest! Push your aptitude to the absolute limit! Only then can you truly honor such a heaven-defying Fated Chance!” Chen Ping offered
Chapter 315: Aptitude Improvement! Three days passed in absolute silence. When the appointed hour finally arrived, Chen Dashan and Madam Lin’s eyelids fluttered almost simultaneously. They slowly opened their eyes. Their initial gazes were clouded, the sluggish disorientation of a deep slumber. But the fog rapidly cleared, replaced by a startling, crystalline focus. The appearance
Chapter 316: Meeting Bai Zhi Several days later, a streak of azure sword light tore through the sky above the Qingyun Sect. Following the directions recorded in Zhao Yuanqi’s jade slip, Chen Ping navigated the overlapping mountain ranges and finally descended, touching down on a jagged, isolated cliff face deep within the Back Mountain of
Chapter 317: Frog in a Well Unlike the immaculate, orderly arrangement of the Alchemy Sector, the Talisman Sector projected an aura of intense, esoteric chaos. The air was thick with the sharp, metallic scent of spirit ink and cinnabar. Massive, reinforced long tables were cluttered with an astonishing volume of raw crafting materials: varying grades
Chapter 318: A Grave Mistake Having delivered his absolute, four-syllable assessment, Chen Ping completely withdrew his gaze from Bai Yue. He didn’t spare a single moment to notice her pristine, aristocratic features contorting into a mask of livid, iron-grey fury, or that her beautiful eyes were currently blazing with enough intense anger to melt the
Chapter 319: Whale Swallowing Technique Reaches Grand Perfection! Time flowed on like water. Another full year quietly slipped past in the absolute silence of Secluded Cultivation. On this specific day, the heavy, mountain-like tranquility surrounding Chen Ping was violently shattered. Without warning, his aura suddenly became wildly chaotic! A muffled rumble echoed from deep within
Chapter 320: The Method of Breakthrough This final year of Secluded Cultivation had yielded absolutely terrifying dividends. The harvest vastly exceeded any of his previous closed-door cultivation sessions. The Whale Swallowing Technique had successfully reached Grand Perfection, permanently elevating his cultivation speed to an astonishing level. The Red Lotus Alchemy Art had reached the initiate
Chapter 321: Going to See Bai Zhi Having made up his mind, Chen Ping ended his meditation. He stood, methodically straightening his robes, before his body transformed into a high-speed streak of azure sword light. He flew from Green Mountain, heading straight for the highest peak of the Qingyun Sect—the Sect Master’s Hall. The primary
Chapter 322: Reforging the Foundation! “Chen Ping, you came here today. Was it to see Senior Brother Zhao? Or…” Bai Zhi pushed a cup of tea toward Chen Ping, asking softly, a trace of barely noticeable expectation in her eyes. Chen Ping picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea was warm and
Chapter 323: The Bai Family Grand Competition! Nine consecutive Forging cycles. Every single cycle permanently increasing the Violet Palace breakthrough success rate by five percent. If a cultivator successfully reached the nine-revolution limit, they would secure a massive forty-five percent bonus to their chances of success! And that didn’t even factor in the immense, compounding
Chapter 324: Dragon Pearl Changes The moment the mountain of Spirit Stones materialized, Bai Yuan’s impenetrable, glacial facade finally cracked. A massive wave of raw, unadulterated shock washed over his face. He had never imagined that Chen Ping could instantly produce one hundred thousand Spirit Stones. The sheer volume of that wealth eclipsed the entire
Chapter 325: Bidding for the Jade Dew Three months passed in the blink of an eye. Seated in his cave abode, Chen Ping slowly concluded his cultivation session. The dense Qi swirling around him gradually dissipated, absorbed back into his body. His eyes snapped open, their sharp glint perfectly concealed behind a mask of calm.
Chapter 326: All Cultivated to Perfection With the primary goal—securing the Purple Origin Jade Dew—flawlessly accomplished… It was time to begin the second phase of his preparation. The secondary objective: diligently practicing his combat arts to maximize his lethality for the impending Grand Competition. Thanks to the immense enlightenment provided by the Enlightenment Spirit Tea
Chapter 327: The First Round Battle “What’s wrong? You don’t want to leave? Is there something else you need to say, or do you want to stay and chat with me?” Chen Ping noticed her hesitation and proactively asked. His tone was relaxed, easing the oppressive atmosphere in the cave abode… Bai Zhi took a
Chapter 328: Repeated Victories Bai Xiaosong took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress his nervousness. He summoned a high-quality azure flying sword, which was at the second-tier high-grade level. Simultaneously, his hands formed Hand Seals, casting several condensed water spears that attacked Chen Ping. Judging by the casting speed, he had likely mastered this
Chapter 329: Drawing Attention Bai Jun summoned a square, earthen-yellow seal—a second-tier Top Grade Dharma Artifact. It expanded the moment it touched the air, swelling to the size of a millstone. Runes swam across its surface as it plummeted toward Chen Ping, carrying the crushing, suffocating weight of a falling mountain. Simultaneously, Bai Jun’s hands
显示可视化演示 The text you provided for Chapter 330 is still heavily polluted with inappropriate sci-fi, IT, and gaming terminology. It completely breaks the immersion of a traditional Xianxia/Cultivation novel. Here is a breakdown of the problematic “Cyber-Cultivation” vocabulary in Chapter 330: 1. Software/IT/Tech Terminology: “logistical objective” / “parameters” (逻辑目标 / 参数) “operational bandwidth” (操作带宽) “offensive
Chapter 331: Wanmu Huayu! In an instant, the silver flying sword in his grasp released a clear, resonant cry, the blade trembling as it emitted a piercing hum… Immediately, forty-eight flying swords surged from the sword case upon Chen Ping’s back… Forty-nine streaks of razor-sharp cyan sword light instantly unfurled. Though their domain was compact,
Chapter 332: Bai Yue Visits Chen Ping returned to his temporary cave dwelling. The interior was brutally spartan—a single stone bed, a woven meditation cushion, and the heavy, damp scent of raw earth. Bai Zhi had arranged this bleak setup; any hint of luxury might draw unwanted eyes and jeopardize his operation. He dropped onto
Chapter 333: Complete Denial Chen Ping choked down the sudden spike of adrenaline. He forced a mask of thick confusion over his features, carefully lacing it with a calculated dose of trepidation. Bowing his head, he stammered, “Eldest Miss… what do you mean? This disciple… I have always been stationed at the remote mines. I
Chapter 334: Battle Against Bai Yuan Bai Yue stared blankly at Chen Ping. The utter, flawless “confusion” and “certainty” in his eyes made her doubt her own sanity. Was her years-long search truly just an illusion? His absolute denial washed over her like a bucket of crushed ice, seeping into her marrow. The sensation was
Chapter 335: Neither Yielding an Inch In a heartbeat, a condensed, almost tangible silver sword aura materialized out of thin air. It carried an apocalyptic sharpness that tore through the void, aimed straight at the roaring inferno. Riiip! With the sickening sound of tearing silk, the monstrous Fire Dragon Art met the silver aura and
Chapter 336: Voluntarily Admitting Defeat?! “Excellent!” Bai Yuan was not alarmed but overjoyed, letting out a thunderous shout! At the critical juncture when the giant sword was about to cleave him in two, his left hand had unknowingly grasped another ancient longsword, radiating a bone-piercing chill! This was actually another Top-Grade, Second-Tier flying sword! With
Chapter 337: Earth Grade Sword Art The colossal, dark cyan Seven-Origin Demon Slashing Sword hovered in mid-air, thrumming with apocalyptic power. Chen Ping stood frozen, staring at Bai Yuan, who had casually stepped out of bounds as if he had just finished a light stroll. This… is a surrender? At the exact moment their ultimate
Chapter 338: A Bumper Harvest Chen Ping slowly opened his eyes, a sharp gleam of enlightenment cutting through his gaze. “I see… compressing True Qi isn’t about brute-force pressure. It requires guiding the Qi into a hyper-condensed spiral, shedding the impurities while preserving the absolute essence. The final, critical step is using soul power as
Chapter 339: Bai Yuan’s Shock Chen Ping’s mind raced, swiftly calculating his next move. Outwardly, he arranged his features into a mask of overwhelming gratitude, carefully tempered by a hint of youthful trepidation. Taking half a step back, he bowed deeply. When he spoke, his voice rang with the earnest ambition expected of a young
Chapter 340: The Secret of the Secret Method Bai Yuan’s breathing hitched. Hailed as a once-in-a-century genius within the Bai family, it had still taken him nearly a hundred years to forge his way to Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection. Over thirty years old? It shattered his entire paradigm of cultivation. It was a complete fantasy.
Chapter 341: Significant Improvement Nine recastings. An unexpected harvest! Although difficult, although seemingly impossible, this instead ignited Chen Ping’s strong interest and fighting spirit. He had the Jade Pendant space, had a continuous supply of Pills, had the Whale Swallowing Technique to greatly increase cultivation speed… The recasting problem was not an insurmountable obstacle for
Chapter 342: Shan Yu Missing? Chen Ping wasn’t certain if other cultivators who practiced the Innate True Qi Breakthrough Method experienced such a terrifying spike in raw power. But for him, the results were undeniable. His combat endurance and explosive output had undergone a qualitative evolution. His overall lethality had skyrocketed. Furthermore, the structural compression
Chapter 343: The Dragon Elephant is in Chaos! Chen Ping had no desire to reprimand Yao Min any further; the deed was done, and assigning blame would serve no purpose. Though he had not spent a great deal of time with his disciple Shan Yu, the youth possessed an honest, simple, and diligent Dao Heart.
Chapter 344: The Hope of Being Alive! The silhouette of Huangshu County gradually sharpened amidst the biting snow of the nocturnal winds. Housing over a hundred thousand mortals, this mortal city was a vital stronghold under the aegis of the Qingyun Sect. Illuminated by the pale gleam of accumulated snow, the mottled, ancient city walls
Chapter 345: Shan Yu’s Situation Operating purely on instinct, Chen Ping unfurled his Divine Sense. His perception—operating at a density that brushed the absolute limits of the Foundation Establishment realm and bordered on the Violet Palace—silently cascaded over the walls of Huangshu County, saturating the entire city grid. The feedback hit him like a physical
Chapter 346: A Chance to Survive?! The demonic cultivator had captured Shan Yu and was currently executing a vile corpse-refining array… He intended to forge Shan Yu’s mortal shell into a formidable corpse puppet, while simultaneously extracting his living soul to nourish the dark soul banner, all to elevate the grade of his Dharma Artifact!
Chapter 347: Saving Shan Yu Chen Ping’s voice possessed the physical density of dry ice. The crushing spiritual pressure he exerted was so absolute that the Demonic Cultivator’s skin began to spontaneously fissure, beads of blood weeping from his pores. Chen Ping harbored zero mercy for heretics who weaponized the living for Cultivation. His only
Chapter 348: Another Talisman Treasure! Whoosh! From the darkness outside the cavern, a sharp, ear-piercing, and venomous shriek suddenly tore through the air! Simultaneously, an oppressive Foundation Establishment spiritual pressure swept into the subterranean space like a violent gale! “Who dares act so brazenly! How dare you harm my disciple!” Before the enraged roar even
Chapter 349: Full Force Assault! A ruthless glint flashed through his eyes; the lingering hesitation in his Dao Heart vanished as he fully unleashed his cultivation! “Primordial Unity Qi Body!” Chen Ping roared in his mind. The true essence steadily circulating within his meridians violently shifted, surging through a hidden, esoteric pathway! The pupil of
Chapter 350: The Corpse King Emerges from the Coffin Deep within the cavern, inside a grotto plastered with blood-colored talisman scripts. The Qi Condensation evil cultivator scrambled on his hands and knees, throwing himself before the enormous black stone coffin. The heavy lid was not entirely sealed, leaving a narrow crack. Pitch-black necrotic qi, undulating
Chapter 351: Out of Control! The female corpse king stood imperious and unyielding… towering over the Qi Condensation evil cultivator. She was draped in a tattered, ancient palace gown, its threadbare fabric still radiating the faded majesty of a bygone era. Through the ruined silk, glimpses of her necrotic, bluish-gray skin were visible—unnervingly flawless, untouched
Chapter 352: The Hanba Emerges! Chen Ping advanced gingerly, his Divine Sense pulled taut as razor wire, scanning the suffocating gloom for an ambush. The Yin-cold energy pooling in the belly of the cavern grew impossibly dense. The stagnant air tasted of raw copper and old blood, underscored by a nameless, decaying Pressure that made
Chapter 353: Battle Against the Hanba! Chen Ping involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his throat feeling as if it were packed with dry sand. To speak the truth, the very instant his mind exhumed the mythological origins of the Hanba from the depths of ancient texts, a profound, suffocating terror had seized his Dao
Chapter 354: Growing Stronger Through Battle! Boom! Boom! Boom! Violent explosions of raw sword Qi detonated across the Hanba’s body! This time, the primordial entity could not simply ignore the heavenly devastation. The sheer, crushing impact generated by the collapsing sword auras slammed into her form, forcing the dead goddess to stagger backward several paces.
Chapter 355: The Limit Escape The Hanba slowly rose to her feet. She raised a pale hand, casually swiping a bead of dark blood from the corner of her mouth, before lowering her gaze to inspect the fresh lacerations across her body. This time, the expression on her flawless, decaying face was no longer mild
Chapter 356: The Jade Pendant’s Ability! Inside the Jade Pendant space. Chen Ping’s figure materialized in the dead center of the familiar Black Earth. The very instant he appeared, the adrenaline holding his broken body together evaporated. He collapsed heavily onto the soil, violently vomiting several mouthfuls of coagulated, pitch-black blood. The agonizing pain radiating
Chapter 357: Subduing the Hanba Within the Jade Pendant space. The scenery suddenly transformed. Chen Ping and the Hanba appeared together in the air above the familiar expanse of Black Earth. The two were still maintaining their previous posture—the Hanba’s fangs deeply embedded in Chen Ping’s shoulder, and Chen Ping’s right hand tightly gripping the
Chapter 358: Hanba Acquired Chen Ping stared at the Hanba suspended in the void above the Black Earth. He watched her golden pupils slowly shift from violent chaos to an eerie, empty clarity. Despite the profound transformation, he did not allow himself to relax for a single microsecond. It was true that the unfathomable, cosmic
Chapter 359: Clearing the Monster Hordes “Hmm…” The Hanba let out a short, muffled groan of pain. Her body trembled slightly, and the arms wrapped tightly around Chen Ping’s torso instinctively constricted. She tilted her head up. A faint mist gathered in her pale golden eyes. She stared at Chen Ping with a mixture of
Chapter 360: Damaged Dao Heart Standing before the entrance of the final subterranean lair—now thoroughly purified by the blistering heat of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire—Chen Ping cast his Divine Sense across the entirety of Huangshu County. The scan confirmed zero residual demonic signatures of any operational significance. In a single night, the blood of
Chapter 361: Space Upgrade “Ping’er, what is the matter?” Seeing the heavy gravity in his son’s expression, Chen Dashan asked. Chen Ping delivered a clipped, sanitized account of Yun Ge’s origins and her current state to the two elders. He ruthlessly excised any mention of the Jade Pendant space, claiming instead to have weaponized an
Chapter 362: Foundation Establishment Preparations Two years of secluded cultivation evaporated in the blink of an eye. This meditation session was the longest and most grueling Chen Ping had ever endured. It was also the most brutally efficient. First was the Innate True Qi Breakthrough Method. As his core secret art for forging an unshakable
Chapter 363: The Two Elders Establish Their Foundation With Foundation Establishment imminent, tension tightened the features of Chen Dashan and Madam Lin. They knew the unforgiving nature of this threshold; countless cultivators shattered their daos against this very wall, their cultivation stagnant until their bones turned to dust. Even with the Top-Grade Foundation Establishment Pill
Chapter 364: Shan Yu’s Unusual State Time bled away in a suffocating, dead silence… In the blink of an eye, seven days had evaporated. Chen Ping sat rooted before the stone doors of his parents’ Secluded Cultivation cavern, immovable as a weathered monolith. His spine was forged iron. Though his eyes were half-lidded in feigned
Chapter 365: Reforging Confidence The seemingly casual question struck like a poisoned needle, perfectly piercing the most vulnerable, raw nerve in Shan Yu’s heart. He jerked his head up. The final, dying ember of light in his eyes was violently extinguished, replaced by a suffocating despair and bitter self-mockery. He had fundamentally misread Chen Ping’s
Chapter 366: The Foundation Establishment Storm Amidst Chen Ping and Shan Yu’s profound exchange, a sudden mutation erupted within the cave dwelling that had been sealed tight for half a month! A wave of True Essence fluctuations, distinctly different from anything prior, bled outward. It wasn’t a chaotic thrashing, but possessed a bizarre, escalating rhythm…
Chapter 367: Finally Achieving Foundation Establishment Finally, as the pale moon ascended to the zenith, bleeding its cold luminescence across the jagged peaks… The violent fluctuations of True Essence that had raged for hours, stretching the nerves of everyone present to the breaking point, began to shift. First came the chaotic surges… Then, the violent
Chapter 368: The Entire Sect Offers Congratulations The news of Chen Ping’s parents simultaneously ascending to Foundation Establishment sprouted wings, sweeping through the Qingyun Sect with terrifying speed and igniting a massive uproar. After all, a husband and wife conquering this threshold together was an anomaly in itself, let alone doing so at an age
Chapter 369: Persuading the Tea Leaves The following day, a relentless tide of visitors flooded the slopes of Green Mountain. Fellow disciples, Hall Managers seeking favor, and representatives from the vassal families of the Qingyun Sect arrived in succession to offer their congratulations. For a time, the peak was a cauldron of activity, teeming with
Chapter 370: Slight Regret With his parents finally accepting the gift, the heavy stone pressing against Chen Ping’s chest vanished, leaving behind a sliver of peace. He retrieved two jade slips pulsing with a faint spiritual light, presenting them to the two elders. “This is the second gift. It is a cultivation method named the
Chapter 371: Bestowing the Foundation Establishment Pill The hearts of men are no longer as pure as the ancients… For the human heart is a treacherous abyss, never to be lightly fathomed! He spoke, his tone an unruffled calm. “Manager Yuan, still your heart. Over these years, you have safeguarded my parents, managing the trivial
Chapter 372: Jingtian’s Foundation Yuan Jingtian gaped, his voice stolen by the moment. The sheer impact of this windfall hit him like a tidal wave, drowning his thoughts in a sea of white and robbing him of all reason. He collapsed with a heavy thud, prostrating himself once more. This time, the gesture was born
Chapter 373: The Cost of Expansion Following Yuan Jingtian’s successful Foundation Establishment… Chen Ping sat cross-legged upon the jade throne within his cave abode, silently circulating his Qi… His philosophy had always been absolute on this matter. A rising power could never afford to lay its true strength bare upon the chessboard. Yuan Jingtian’s breakthrough
Chapter 374: A Bestowal of Immortal Fate? Chen Ping’s fingers tightened against the mahogany armrest as he weighed his options. After a long, heavy silence, he finally broke the stillness. “This matter… there is no need to rush for a quick resolution.” He looked toward Liu Xiaoyun, who was watching him with rapt, unwavering attention.
Chapter 375: The Foundation Establishment Immortal Opportunity Chen Ping narrowed his eyes… He listened to Liu Xiaoyun’s every word, scrutinizing the microscopic shifts in his facial expressions… From the initial shock, to ravenous desire, to grim resolve, and finally settling into helplessness and self-mockery. Liu Xiaoyun’s reactions were devoid of pretense; they were born from
Chapter 376: Xiaoyun’s Foundation Establishment “Enough. Rise.” Chen Ping’s tone softened by a fraction. “Remember the oath you swore today. Remember the fire in your chest at this very moment.” He gripped Liu Xiaoyun’s shoulder, his grip heavy and absolute. “Keep this Top-Grade Foundation Establishment Pill safe. Upon your return, petition the Sect immediately for
Chapter 377: The Open and Hidden Pieces Liu Xiaoyun listened with rapt attention, nodding sharply as he carved Chen Ping’s directives into his mind. Yet, a shadow of confusion lingered in his eyes. He hesitated, the silence stretching before he finally voiced his doubt. “Hall Master, this subordinate is dull-witted. The Spirit Plant Hall currently
Chapter 378: The Gourd is About to Ripen! With a thought, Chen Ping’s Divine Sense bled outward in absolute silence, passing effortlessly through the solid rock of his cave dwelling to sweep across the world beyond. Nourished ceaselessly by the mysterious Jade Pendant against his chest, and fueled by the backlash of his breakthrough in
Chapter 379: Duo Yuan Pill Success! Chen Ping leaned close, his eyes narrowing in cold scrutiny… He could feel the gourd vine greedily devouring the ambient Qi, its draw noticeably more violent than before. Though the Qi within this pocket dimension was a thin, starved mist. For the vine to siphon it so aggressively meant
Chapter 380: Insufficient Comprehension? Looking at the hundreds of jade bottles meticulously aligned before him, each sealed with a blood-inked label detailing its payload and grade, Chen Ping exhaled a long, heavy breath. He cast a minor cleansing hex to strip the grease and sweat from his face. The grueling, unrelenting alchemy marathon had drained
Chapter 381: Astonishing Talent Finally, there was Yun Ge. Yun Ge was, without a doubt, the most gifted True Spirit atop Green Mountain… Even with her foundational corpse-qi drained hollow, she remained the undisputed first in talent! Chen Ping arrived at the isolated meditation chamber where Yun Ge cultivated. She sat cross-legged upon a woven
Chapter 382: The Sixty-Year Disciple Recruitment Deputy Hall Master Liu Xiaoyun had caught wind of his return. He stood waiting at the threshold of the main hall. The moment Chen Ping’s shadow fell over the steps, he hurried forward and bowed deeply. “Hall Master.” Chen Ping waved a hand dismissively. He strode straight to the
Chapter 383: Yielding to No One Chen Ping returned to his Green Mountain cave dwelling. He had been sitting in meditative breath-regulation for less than half a day. A message flying sword, pulsing with a cyan halo, pierced through the outer Restrictions and hovered precisely one chi from his face. He opened his eyes, plucked
Chapter 384: Passing the Buck The great hall devolved into a chaotic marketplace, the air thick with the suffocating pressure of a cutthroat bidding war… Every predator in the room knew the stakes: dragging a Heavenly Spirit Root or a mutant variant back to their respective halls wasn’t just a merit… It was a blood-forged
Chapter 385: Firmly Supporting the Headmaster “Headmaster, the Spirit Plant Hall is willing to bear the burden of testing every remote settlement.” His voice was subdued, yet it detonated like heavenly thunder within the grand hall, leaving eardrums ringing in its wake. Every gaze in the room snapped toward Chen Ping. Their eyes were painted
Chapter 386: A Mysterious Move As the crowd dispersed, the gazes cast upon Chen Ping remained a tangled web of complexities… Some harbored genuine reverence for his undertaking. Others scoffed in the shadows, marking him a fool. The rest were merely spectators, waiting for the Spirit Plant Hall to stumble so they could feast on
Chapter 387: Anomalies and Strange Tales? Chen Ping was utterly certain that the sprawling county towns and grand cities had long been compromised, rotting from within as the demon race entrenched their blood-soaked strongholds. After all, he had personally carved a bloody path through a major county town to excise its demonic infestation. The depth
Chapter 388: Gains from Slaying Demons! Furthermore, the results of the Spirit Root examinations were utterly bleak… One could even call them suffocatingly grim! Across the initial fifty villages, over 50,000 eligible Mortals had been tested—youths under the age of twenty… In the end, only a single individual possessing a Spirit Root was unearthed in
Chapter 389: Various Gains Within a single day, Chen Ping led his core team, relying on the speed of their tower ship and efficient intelligence transmission, to travel to over fifty villages plagued by “abnormalities”… He struck with thunderous force, eliminating every low-tier Demon Beast they discovered. His efficiency was extremely high, his movements like
Chapter 390: Taking in a Disciple It was a wretched settlement of barely a hundred hearths, buried deep within a jagged mountain basin—Kaogui Village. Its isolation was absolute, connected to the outside world by a single, treacherous mountain path carved from unforgiving stone. The child possessed no formal name; the villagers simply called him Ergou,
Chapter 391: The Sect’s Reward “In the end, we startled the snake in the grass… The commotion was simply too vast to be entirely concealed.” Chen Ping stood at the prow of the flying ship, gazing at the endless mountain ranges below that appeared exceptionally silent and profound in the twilight. His eyes were fathomless
Chapter 392: Nine-Curve Ginseng Tree After seeing Li Lingfeng off… Chen Ping stood at the entrance of his cave abode, gazing at the two novice personal disciples standing before him… Eight-year-old Chen Huo remained thin, but after months of recuperation with spirit medicine and nurturing Qi, a healthy flush finally colored his cheeks… The child’s
Chapter 393: Five Years Later Next was the Bodhi Tree. The oldest among them had steadily surpassed two millennia in age; its massive trunk required two grown men to encircle… Its layered foliage seemed carved from pure emerald, with an aura of profound wisdom naturally circulating between the leaves. Merely drawing near was enough to
Chapter 394: Significant Progress With no mundane matters demanding his attention… For these two months, his mind remained completely devoid of mortal distractions. He devoted his absolute focus to guiding, compressing, and nurturing the Pre-natal True Essence within his Upper Dantian. Thus, his efficiency was terrifyingly high… By endlessly circulating the Foundation Establishment chapter of
Chapter 395: Dragon Race Divine Ability! The Red Lotus Alchemy Art he had cultivated so diligently! He had finally driven it to the realm of Perfection. This was a truly delightful harvest! After all, this secret art provided him with the most profound overarching enhancements! Whether it was the amplification of his Arts, the refinement
Chapter 396: Spirit Medicines Gathered (Soul Nourishing Pill) Leaving the Dragon Pearl in its original spot to freely absorb the purple light clusters from the Black Earth… Chen Ping turned his gaze toward the three main medicinal ingredients required to refine the Soul Nourishing Pill. The first of them—the very first Soul Nourishing Tree he
Chapter 397: Individual Progress He had fully grasped the recent transformations in his own martial prowess and the spirit plants within his dimensional space. Chen Ping reigned in his wandering thoughts and rose to his feet, preparing to inspect the cultivation progress of his Qing Mountain sect members. Under the optimal conditions of an abundant
Chapter 398: Instantly Killing the Zombie “You have done well.” Chen Ping handed the jade slip back, his tone offering encouragement. “Cultivate diligently, and strive to reach Qi Condensation Grand Perfection as soon as possible. When the time comes, I shall prepare a Foundation Establishment Fated Chance for you.” Wang Fa’s advanced age would naturally
Chapter 399: First Sermon Yao Min had been entirely absorbed in her battle. Seeing her formidable adversary abruptly Reduced to Ash, she was momentarily stunned. But as the newcomer’s figure became clear, a smile of profound delight blossomed upon her face… She hastily stowed her Dharma Artifact, stepped forward briskly, and bowed deeply in a
Chapter 400: Development Bottleneck After several years of development, the Spirit Plant Hall had expanded into a formidable entity. The total expanse of Spirit Fields currently under its jurisdiction had reached a staggering two thousand one hundred and ninety acres. Among these, one hundred acres had undergone special refinement, dedicated entirely to the cultivation of
Chapter 401: Refining the Soul Nourishing Pill Elevating the grade of the Spirit Veins was a foundational enhancement. It would not only bestow blessings upon all the Spirit Fields, increasing their yield and raising the grade of the spirit items within. In the long term, the benefits were immeasurable, and it would immediately ignite the
Chapter 402: Greatly Increased Divine Sense This was a rather astonishing Success Rate. Such a Success Rate was enough to make many veteran third-tier Alchemists hang their heads in shame. This was also thanks to his formidable Divine Sense and precise control over the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, as well as the top-tier materials provided
Chapter 403: Treating Shan Yu Chen Ping’s mind stirred slightly, sending a gentle yet unquestionable voice transmission across the verdant mountains, ringing clearly in Shan Yu’s ears. A moment later, Shan Yu’s figure appeared outside Chen Ping’s cave abode. He stood before the tightly shut stone doors and took a deep breath, attempting to soothe
Chapter 404: A Wholesale of Fated Chances Chen Ping found Shan Yu’s impassioned display somewhat amusing, yet he completely understood his disciple’s current state of mind. He made no move to stop him. Instead, he waited quietly for Shan Yu to finish his kowtows, allowing him to vent the sheer excitement and gratitude churning within
Chapter 405: Four Achieve Foundation Establishment The days passed one by one… To the massive Qingyun Sect situated behind Green Mountain, the days remained entirely indistinguishable from the past. The sun rose and set, disciples came and went, and missions were routinely issued; everything proceeded in perfect, unrippled order… However, for the humble Green Mountain,
Chapter 406: Great Desolate Divine Body? Chen Ping couldn’t help but feel somewhat puzzled. Logically speaking, Shan Yu’s foundation was the most solid among the five, and his temperament had been tempered, making him far more resilient. Even without a Top-Grade Foundation Establishment Pill, he possessed at least a ten percent chance of successfully breaking
Chapter 407: Dragon Tooth Pill Success! This name… He seemed to have glimpsed fragmentary records of it on a severely damaged, ancient jade slip, though he knew very little about its specific properties. However, judging solely from its name and the phenomenon Shan Yu triggered upon Awakening, it was clearly no ordinary constitution. He pondered
Chapter 408: Advancing the Breakthrough All the groundwork had been laid… Chen Ping knew it was time to begin refining the crucial Pill he had plotted for so long, the one that would determine if he could smoothly break through to the Violet Palace realm—the Dust Shedding Pill! This was his ultimate plan. He decided
Chapter 409: Dust Shedding Pill Success! Chen Ping stared at the small pile of black ash at the bottom of the Alchemy Furnace, his face entirely devoid of discouragement or frustration. Alchemy was inherently like this. Even an Alchemist Grandmaster could not guarantee absolute success every time, especially when refining unfamiliar high-tier Pills. He had
Chapter 410: Choosing a Day for the Breakthrough Chen Ping couldn’t help but feel deeply moved. Li Lingfeng’s treatment of him was truly beyond reproach! A Violet Palace Pill worth hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones, gifted just like that! This level of support far exceeded anything ordinary. He carefully stowed the pill bottle away,
Chapter 411: What is the Violet Palace?! Chen Ping slowly withdrew his Divine Sense from the jade slip, his eyes shining with profound realization. The previous Inner Demon Trial and the barrier of converting True Essence into Pre-natal True Essence relied primarily on a cultivator’s mental fortitude and the solidity of their foundation. The assistance
Chapter 412: The Inner Demon Tribulation Chen Ping lowered his head, his gaze falling upon a pair of scrawny, grime-covered hands and feet. He was clad in rough, tattered linen. An intense wave of weakness and gnawing hunger emanated from his stomach, a stark reminder of this body’s condition… Severe malnutrition. He had been transformed
Chapter 413: Inner Demon Shattered! Right at that moment… A streak of cyan light plummeted from the heavens, alighting gracefully beside the massive, lifeless corpse of the firebird. As the radiance faded, it revealed a young cultivator clad in a cyan Daoist robe, his features cold and unyielding. Without sparing a single glance at the
Chapter 414: Rivaling the Violet Palace Chen Ping’s heart suddenly seized, his soul violently trembling. This… this was not his own thought! The voice was icy and slimy, dripping with an eerie malevolence that did not belong to the mortal realm! “That is right… your thoughts are entirely correct…” The whisper seemed able to peer
Chapter 415: Enhancing the Violet Palace “I miscalculated… the auxiliary pills I prepared might still be insufficient.” Chen Ping frowned slightly. According to the standard preparations for a Foundation Establishment cultivator breaking through to the Violet Palace, the Violet Palace Pills, Dust Shedding Pills, and Purple Origin Spirit Dew he had readied were more than
Chapter 416: Astonishing Gains! Chen Ping clearly felt a throbbing, distending pain emanating from his lower Dantian… The rotation of the Violet Palace vortex had grown sluggish; it had finally reached its limit… Not only that, but a faint, stabbing pain prickled through his Meridians! He knew this was the absolute limit to which his
Chapter 417: Endless Illusions Chen Ping had become a pale young scholar dressed in tattered Confucian robes… Carrying a worn book box on his back, he trudged along a desolate mountain path. He was a scholar heading to the capital for the imperial examinations. His elderly mother and wife had exhausted everything they owned to
Chapter 418: What’s the Point? Chen Ping let out a cold sneer. This illusion was unimaginably cruel; it forced him to endure such a protracted, despairing lifetime that it almost ground away his original heart. The instant his consciousness recovered, the power belonging to a Violet Palace cultivator surged back into this withered husk. His
Chapter 419: The Divine Ability is Complete! “What was the meaning of this lifetime? From a prince forced into rebellion, to a Retired Emperor shattering the throne’s shackles, and finally a withered elder fruitlessly seeking immortality… it seemed he had remained trapped within the obsession of ‘seeking but never obtaining,’ helplessly marching toward a bitter
Chapter 420: Dragon Pearl Fantasy! Chen Ping opened his eyes… The swirling golden light in his eyes receded like an ebbing tide, eventually vanishing entirely into the depths of his pupils, leaving behind only pristine clarity. He had successfully comprehended the “He Hua Zi Zai” divine ability, yet his mind did not relax; instead, his
Chapter 421: The Python Becomes a Ran The distant aura was suffocating, thick with the metallic stench of blood and primal killing intent… Peering through the gloom, a towering mountain lord—a tiger that had awakened its spiritual intelligence and embarked on the path of Cultivation—prowled the shallows. The torrential demonic power surging beneath its striped
Chapter 422: Facing the Tribulation Head-On Chen Ping’s thoughts churned with icy calculation… Seizing the fleeting window of his lingering soul power! He exerted his absolute authority, forging core edicts into searing soul imprints: Conceal your presence. Remain eternally vigilant. Evade the strong. Sheathe your fangs. He hammered these mandates deep into the absolute bedrock
Chapter 423: Only Two Left! The first bolt of heavenly tribulation struck without warning, a blinding pillar of lightning as thick as a child’s arm… Blazing with a stark, searing white light and a deafening roar, the thunderbolt viciously smote the exact center of the beast’s arched spine. In an instant, dark scales shattered like
Chapter 424: The Magical Power of Transforming into a Flood Dragon! In its fragile infancy, long before it could challenge the reigning overlords of the territory… Guided by the searing paranoia of its soul imprint, the serpent slithered into the hidden meditation cave centuries in advance, securing the dead master’s Dharma Artifacts. This time, it
Chapter 425: Golden Dragon Bone Thus, its terrifying reputation was cemented in blood! Through their shadow networks, the minor sects and Cultivation families scattered across the mountain range received chilling intelligence: a brutally savage flood dragon had claimed the waters. A beast possessing an absurdly tyrannical physique, capable of crossing realms to slaughter a mid-stage
Chapter 426: Second-Order Divine Ability! When the little water snake devoured the final wisp of golden light within the secret realm, thoroughly refining its essence… Its flood dragon physique underwent an earth-shattering, primordial metamorphosis! The thick, deep cyan scales sloughed away, raining down like a shed carapace… In their place grew scales of a finer,
Chapter 427: Jade Pendant Bestows Chance Within his Lower Dantian, the Violet Palace—already an existence of peerless, amethyst quality—began to warp. As the suffocatingly pure, primordial purple light from the Jade Pendant flooded in, its hues condensed, deepening into an abyssal void. It ultimately stabilized into a paradoxical shade of pure, absolute black, yet from
Chapter 428: Violet Palace Phenomenon The spectacle of the seven-colored auspicious clouds was staggering enough, but the true cosmic terror had yet to unveil itself. At the absolute zenith of the cloud sea, bathed in the bleeding gold of the sun, a colossal, serpentine shadow began to violently churn and writhe. The phantom was terrifyingly
Chapter 429: Three Veins Having returned to Green Mountain, Li Lingfeng, representing the Sect, presented Chen Ping with the benefits and choices afforded to a newly ascended Violet Palace cultivator. “Junior Brother Chen, according to Sect tradition, every newly ascended Violet Palace Elder is allocated a fixed asset under their management. The profits are split
Chapter 430: Great Leap in Divine Soul Chen Ping stood alone upon the desolate expanse of the Back Mountain. His gaze pierced the horizon, though his true focus was turned entirely inward, anchored upon the cores of his Divine Soul. Following the flawless fusion of the twin Divine Soul cores within his vessel, the sheer
