Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 346: Chapter 172: Meteor Chasing the Moon, Soul-Seizing Phantom Arts_3

"Come, come, have a drink, and then pack your mood. Join the army for training and preparations. Going from the secular world to the mundane is all part of cultivation. Everyone must not slack off."

Sima Rou chimed in from the side.

Some things she said were more effective than if Chen Ping had said them.

It was more likely to motivate all the disciples of the Primordial Sect to give their best.

And it wouldn’t cause any resistance.

The dishes went through all the five flavors, and the wine had gone through three rounds.

Everyone was enjoying themselves, and the mood was even higher.

Chen Ping didn’t put on the airs typical of those in high positions these days, persuaded a few drinks, and cracked a few jokes, making everyone feel even more comfortable. Their gazes at him became even more amiable.

Especially those junior disciples, even those sitting several tables away, looked at him with deep respect, harboring a mindset willing to die for a confidant.

"General, please try the new Qinghe Golden Carp..."

A petite and delicate female disciple approached with a plate of Golden Carp, her face full of smiles, yet there was a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

"Xiaoyun, why is it you? Is Cuihu Residence short-handed?"

Seeing that the person serving the dish was actually an outer disciple from her Primordial Martial Hall, Han Xiaoru couldn’t help but be taken aback.

"Well, all of us senior and junior brothers are worried about Ninth Senior Brother, no, worried that the General would forget about us, and we also wish to charge into battle and kill the enemy..."

Xiaoyun said hesitantly, no one noticed the faint flicker in her eyes, her steps quietly moving closer to Chen Ping, seeming timid, with her head slightly lowered.

The appearance of the Golden Carp was outstanding, and its aroma was rich. As soon as it was placed on the table, someone’s mouth watered, taking a deep breath of its fragrance, feeling a surge of joy and wishing to immediately taste it.

However, since Chen Ping hadn’t begun to eat, no one moved.

Chen Ping shook his head: "This matter is not urgent. Only when you all reach the late stage of the Iron Body Realm can the cultivation technique be passed down according to circumstances."

He fixed his gaze on Xiaoyun for a moment, suddenly laughed, and said, "I’m curious to know who you encountered earlier that managed to meddle with you mentally."

Chen Ping’s smile turned slightly cold as he picked up his chopsticks, gently prodding the plate holding the fish. The fish, along with its broth and meat, spilled over the table, immediately releasing a thick, white smoke, and the table showed black corrosive marks.

The smoke diffused, and everyone at the table felt a slight dizziness in their heads.

"Poison?"

Han Xiaoru suddenly stood up, looking incredulously at Xiaoyun, her right hand already touching the hilt of her sword.

She could never have imagined that the usually honest and innocuous outer disciple would dare to do such a thing?

"Heh, Grand General Chen, powerful enough to suppress the Pei and Cui Families, defeat all the Beizhou experts, and seize Xingqing Prefecture, truly worthy of your reputation. Clearly, I underestimated you. If this attempt fails, I’ll try again next time. I hope General Chen always has such luck."

Xiaoyun’s eyes turned cold, speaking in a sinister tone, while her bones and muscles simultaneously emitted cracking sounds. A dagger shot out from her sleeve, fast as lightning.

With this stab, it seemed to activate all her strength and cultivation, extremely swift, while her body’s muscles and bones snapped, blood boiling, as if harming herself before others.

Clearly, an outer disciple who hadn’t even reached the mid-stage of the Iron Body Realm, suddenly unleashed the power and speed of the late stage of the Silver Body Realm.

Chen Ping remained seated, unmoving.

The dagger only made contact with his robe before being stopped by a thick golden light.

Trapped in the Glazed Blood Gang, unable to advance an inch.

At the same time, Xiaoyun also froze.

Only feeling a tremendous power restraining her entire body, calming her boiling blood.

Her eyes sharp, she struggled desperately, glaring at Chen Ping as if he were a mortal enemy.

The last bit of potential in her body slowly gathered, about to explode, transforming into blood water.

Chen Ping’s eyes turned colder, extending two fingers, dazzling brilliance on his fingertips.

He tapped once on Xiaoyun’s forehead.

The Dao Seed blasted into her sea of consciousness.

A faint scream was heard in the distance.

At the same time, Xiaoyun gradually collapsed.

"Can’t blame her. This was a soul control, a spiritual attack."

Chen Ping left these words behind, his figure flickering, transforming into a phantom, leaping through the window into the air.

His eyes scanned around like cold electricity, looking in all directions.

His spiritual power spread like ripples in all directions, various details flashing through his mind one by one...

"Found you, daring to play such tricks in Xingqing Prefecture, truly seeking death."

At this moment, his heart surged with murderous intent.

It wasn’t due to any hatred towards the assassination attempt on his life.

Along the way, he’d killed many people, enemies more numerous than cattle, and after taking control of Xingqing Prefecture — a key city — he was certainly a thorn in many people’s sides.

In their desperation, it wasn’t surprising that they would take any extreme actions.

Chen Ping’s anger was directed at this assassin’s methods.

If it had been an open and honest duel, or a legitimate attempt to kill, win or lose, there wouldn’t be anyone to blame.

However, this assailant not only resorted to poison but failed with one trick, then resorted to another toxic plan, using mental control on a female disciple of the Primordial Martial Hall to unleash her infinite potential, causing her to self-destruct and harm others.

Regardless of whether the assassination succeeded or not, Xiaoyun’s life was forfeit.

Even if rescued, her spirit would be destroyed, her physical body and bones shattered, life essence exhausted.

A newcomer not even reaching the mid-stage of the Iron Body Realm, no matter how good the medicine, couldn’t heal such injuries.

From this point of view, the other party’s malicious intent and ruthless actions are evident.

Casually involving innocent people without a hint of mercy is truly deserving of death.

"How can his spiritual power be so strong, breaking my Hidden Communication Grand Technique from a distance, and even injuring me?"

At this moment, Qiuguan’s face was contorted, spitting a mouthful of black blood, hurriedly wearing a golden mask over his face. His form resembling a crane piercing through clouds, he broke through the rooftop, shooting up into the sky.

At the highest point, realizing his momentum was ebbing and he was about to fall, he stepped with his left foot on his right, his right foot on his left, his body jolted, increasing his speed by threefold, drawing a long arc, heading directly towards the northern city wall.

With clothes billowing, he looked like a meteor scrolling across the sky, incredibly fast, like a star streaking through the night sky.

Sunx Yun, Sima Rou, Han Xiaoru, and the others had just rushed out of Cuihu Residence when they saw two figures, one after the other, already so faint they were reduced to two black dots.

Blinking again, when they looked, the sky was clear and the clouds calm, no trace of them.

"It’s the Hidden Communication Grand Technique and Meteor Chasing the Moon Body Technique, is it a master from the Moon Gate or Beizhou Barbarians?"

Sima Rou furrowed her brows tightly, not really concerned about Chen Ping.

The news of the battle below Primordial Mountain hadn’t spread yet.

Therefore, outsiders didn’t know that her treasured disciple had already broken through to the Grandmaster level, and not just an ordinary Grandmaster. Even Jiang Wuji, who had roamed the Jianghu for years, unmatched, was personally slain by him.

With such skills, who could successfully ambush him?

And who could escape his pursuit?

She was merely puzzled, having heard that the Youx Mountain Moon Sect was barely surviving, never having surfaced for years, hiding deep in the mountains. Yet inexplicably, their sect sent out masters to engage in worldly conflicts.

Could it be that they too were restless?

"It’s a Golden-Faced Assassin from the Wind and Cloud Pavilion. I saw the mask.

Somebody, immediately lock down the city’s access points, thoroughly check the martial artists entering the city in the past three days, especially those associated with firms, warehouses, and relocating prominent families." Han Wushang also stepped out, his face as grim as water, giving orders.

He knew that the Wind and Cloud Pavilion assassin organization was quite peculiar.

Other assassin organizations feared being discovered, so they would always operate secretly before any action.

The Wind and Cloud Pavilion was different. For every important operation, not only was there advance intelligence, but they also had comprehensive logistics, their actions being team operations, orderly and organized.

Moreover, they weren’t afraid of facing consequences later.

This was the confidence of a big organization.

Whether successful or failed, in any case, no one dared to trouble them afterward.

No matter how powerful, they merely hoped that after three attempts the opponent wouldn’t be too determined, or would finish sooner and leave, and not fixate on them.

This was like a hornet’s nest.

Best not to provoke.

But Han Wushang wasn’t afraid. He wanted to provoke them.

The Primordial Sect, having been suppressed for so many years, wanted to voice its presence today.

To let the world know, their sect still existed.

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