Chapter 149: Chapter 113: Azure Dragon Seal, Fairy Qingzhu

Chen Ping sank the small boat, then thought about how the Brocade Guards he killed on the mountain were mostly shot to death by arrows.

The only one wounded by the Clear Wind Shadowless Sword was the Innate Expert Black Soul, whose body naturally wouldn’t leave any traces, having been turned into ash by Fairy Fubo’s qin sound.

The reason he treated Situ Lin’s wound a bit and then hid the traces was not because Chen Ping was worried that the sword-inflicted wounds would expose his identity. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

After all, the Clear Wind Shadowless Sword can’t really be considered a Unique Martial Arts technique.

There aren’t many who know it, but if one looks hard enough, ten or eight can still be found.

Mainly, he didn’t want others to guess the level of his swordsmanship.

Strangely enough, after the Clear Wind Shadowless Sword reached Perfection, the wounds it inflicted no longer appeared like sword cuts but more like a strange wound where muscles and bones automatically split apart, barely discernible.

According to Chen Ping’s judgment, it’s because the sword is so fast that the muscles and bones don’t even react before being cut.

Once the sword tip leaves, they remain the same.

A keen-eyed person could easily guess the speed his swordsmanship had achieved.

Fewer people knowing could be considered a temporary trump card.

Chen Ping decided to continue using this sword technique, not overly worried about exposing his identity.

Because he found that after the Shadowless Sword reached Perfection, his way of wielding it and his swordsmanship moves had all changed.

Aside from those deeply familiar with the True Meaning of Clear Wind from the Qingwei Sect, no one else would likely see through that his sword technique was actually derived from the Clear Wind Shadowless Sword.

Now when he unsheathes his sword, there are not only no forms, but it won’t be shadowless or formless.

Instead, it’s open and upright, primitive and natural, easily seen by others.

But by the time they see clearly, they are already struck by the sword, which is another matter entirely.

Trying to discern from the sword technique that he is Tian Qi would likely be difficult.

’As for the Sunset Arrow Technique, it’s been used a bit too often, so unless necessary, it’s better to refrain from using it in the future.’

Chen Ping glanced at the sky; the moon had already risen. He turned and disappeared into the forest without looking back.

Rushing along, he intentionally made some noise, letting people know he had gone far.

Yet no one noticed a small Little Cyan Bird quietly flying in the original forest, not leaving. Occasionally, it would gently flap its wings and soar into the sky.

Its small eyes were wide open, scanning the forest where a great battle had once taken place.

After a full two hours, Chen Ping looked through the eyes of the Cyan Bird and, seeing no figures hiding anymore, finally relaxed.

He called out to Little Cyan in his mind; after a while, the bird fluttered down onto his shoulder, tilting its head and eyeing him askew, chirping as if mocking him for being overly cautious.

"Better safe than sorry. The events here, if they can remain hidden a bit longer, then they should," Chen Ping chuckled. "Stop chirping; I’ll roast meat for you later."

He had seen how this Cyan Bird looked when it grew larger, ferocious beyond measure.

It had caught a talking Huang Pizi with one claw and swallowed it whole.

It’s probably not a herbivore.

But was it because it used an outburst skill and became weak, or can it randomly change size?

"Little Cyan, can you become big again?"

"Chirp chirp," the bird lifted its head, seeming annoyed, and couldn’t resist pecking at Chen Ping’s ear twice, causing some pain.

"Alright, then I won’t ask you. Seems you can’t become big," Chen Ping felt a bit disappointed.

Then, he was pecked twice more.

Thus, he understood.

"It has to do with me, huh. Alright, following me, you’ll eat well and drink well, getting back in shape sooner."

He felt a sliver of resonance between his mind and the bird, as if he too felt a bit fatigued.

Chen Ping vaguely guessed that the strength of this Little Cyan Bird was probably related to the intensity of his Spiritual Power.

Of course, there’s also the possibility that Little Cyan Bird is still in its infancy, growing.

Without memories from his previous life, Fairy Fubo came and left in a hurry, not telling him much.

As a result, regarding past matters, Chen Ping could only guess and guess.

He didn’t even know his own origins, let alone any experiences he might have had.

Clearly, this little bird should be familiar to his predecessor, but he can’t remember, causing a somewhat unpleasant feeling.

At this moment, he evidently couldn’t find anyone to ask, and could only take one step at a time, believing that someday everything would become clear.

"It’s not like I know nothing; at least, through this battle, I realized the abnormal growth of my physical strength is due to [True Dragon Blood].

So the question arises, what exactly is [True Dragon Blood]? Is it a bloodline or some treasure?

Is it integrated into my body, or hidden in some unseen place?"

Thinking about what Cao Lie said at that time, Chen Ping confirmed some things and had many more questions.

Regardless, this [True Dragon Blood] is certainly of great importance, so significant that even the Emperor of Great Li sent his imperial guard to personally pursue it, related to the fate of the Great Li World...

If his identity were exposed, letting others know the True Dragon Blood is with him, as Situ Lin said, even fleeing to the ends of the earth wouldn’t be safe.

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As daylight broke, Chen Ping caught two wild rabbits; he ate one and fed the other to the little bird.