Chapter 130: Chapter 106: Ling Mountain Prefecture, White-robed General_2

So much so that he couldn’t find the opportunity to shoot a second arrow.

To verify his suspicions.

Chen Ping maneuvered the Swallow Returning Butterfly Dance Technique, searching again in the area where the Heaven-Questioning Sword’s gray-robed man appeared, but found nothing.

The surroundings were silent, as if no one had ever been there.

The information of Tribulation Points +30 and Fortune +6 flashed before his eyes.

Chen Ping sat down on the spot and instructed.

"Let’s rest for a bit, and set off overnight..."

Of course, he wasn’t planning to rest. In this recent battle, he only shot one arrow, which wasn’t even a warm-up.

However, at this moment, his Tribulation Points had reached 32, and his Fortune had also reached 30.

The "Trace Origin and Steal Fortune" talent in his mind had already been activated.

What was there to hesitate?

Listening to Little Can Can was never wrong.

This thing seemed to judge information from a higher-dimensional perspective.

It could accurately capture what he needed most and knew how to make him stronger in the shortest path possible.

His vision blurred slightly.

Chen Ping burned 20 points of Fortune to activate the talent...

Perhaps because Yuchi Yu’s realm had reached the Eight Meridians Perfection stage, the consumption was slightly higher.

Or maybe because the value of the Wind-Chasing Divine Arrow was quite high, with subsequent impacts.

Chen Ping didn’t delve into which reason it was.

He embodied Yuchi Yu, whose early life was filled with wandering, subjected to the Government’s oppression and the big family’s humiliation... Depending on a bow and a knife, he fled across the lands, residing often in the mountains and forests.

Fortuitous encounters never explain themselves.

Finally, one day, Yuchi Yu found a broken booklet on the skeleton in a cave, with some patterns and words.

For some reason, he intuitively felt it was a treasure, constantly fixating on it during his spare time.

Even though he couldn’t recognize a single large character.

Thoughts by day, dreams by night.

That night, he dreamed of himself practicing archery, training bit by bit according to the booklet’s diagrams, until his strength greatly improved and his cultivation became profound.

It was only then that he discovered the booklet had long turned into dust.

What followed wasn’t worth mentioning...

Yuchi Yu changed his rustic name to something more high-end and dignified, gathered a group of bandits, and occupied Yingchou Creek of Tuoyun Mountain, consequently becoming famous.

Later, he was attacked by the Government, secretly capitulated...

Yuchi Yu’s life became a silhouette.

All these flashed across Chen Ping’s mind.

When he opened his eyes, he found the moon was in the sky...

"How long was I sitting?"

"Less than an incense stick, Seventh Brother, are you feeling better?"

Hua Lian’er squatted beside him, her large eyes moist like a lamb in the dark night, soft yet resilient.

She held a short sword in her hand, picked up during their journey.

At the time, Chen Ping thought she wanted to learn swordsmanship, but after asking, he found she had no such intention, so he left it at that.

Now, holding it, she did look rather competent.

’Is this keeping watch?’

Chen Ping found it amusing.

If it ever came to you having to take action, there’s no need for words; it’d be better if we went directly to have tea with King Yama.

"My body’s been fine for a while, just recuperating a bit."

Chen Ping secretly added the 32 Tribulation Points to the Primordial Technique and Iron Body Realm, and unsurprisingly, his chest slightly throbbed, reopening the Central Palace Blood Acupoint.

Thus, the Three Bright Acupoints were all activated.

A flicker of red flashed across his face; he felt his physical strength surged again and, sensing it mildly, estimated that his strength approached nearly twenty thousand pounds.

I’ve completely transformed into a "humanoid ferocious beast," yet it’s surprisingly unnoticeable on the outside.

Even opponents encountered lately didn’t provide an opportunity to demonstrate his divine power.

It was either crushing them easily or skillfully calculating moves or techniques compared.

This gave Chen Ping a sense of wasted talent.

He wondered, what’s with this body’s bloodline? How can it keep ascending endlessly, when will it end?

Nevertheless, it’s ultimately a fortunate event.

Although lacking follow-up Breathing Techniques and Silver Body cultivation techniques is somewhat regretful... however, that’s not unattainable.

Thinking about how Han Xiaoru would be extremely shocked to know he had swiftly perfected the Primordial Iron Body, he felt a vague sense of pride.

He wouldn’t boast again to Hua Lian’er either; she was already accustomed to all sorts of impossible feats he performed, thinking it’s uninteresting to tell him.

After resting a little while, adapting somewhat to the sudden surge in power and his stronger, more tenacious body, Chen Ping squatted down, picked up Hua Lian’er on his back, and said with a grin, "We can’t stay here any longer, let’s hit the road under the cover of night. If a few more waves attack, even if we’re fine, it’d drive us insane."

"Mm."

Hua Lian’er obediently sheathed the short sword and climbed onto his back, smiling brightly.

"Xiaoyue, your Dantian Qi Mechanism is already full, a great achievement in Qi Cultivation, have you decided what martial arts to practice next?"

The night was tranquil, sensing Hua Lian’er on his back begin to succumb to sleep, Chen Ping asked.

Strangely enough, when Hua Lian’er was awake, her sense of crisis was exceptionally sharp, detecting enemies from afar.

But once asleep, her response dulled, often realizing when the enemy was nearly upon them.

This is the reason why, throughout the journey, Hua Lian’er often seemed so drowsy.

As initially, she always held on without sleeping, and her physique was nowhere near as robust as Chen Ping’s, she couldn’t endure.