Chen Ping's Sword-Chapter 64: Final Words

Chen Ping ignored Han Xiaoru’s words.

In his mind, he knew that her injuries were quite severe at the moment. Her Qi and Blood were temporarily scattered, making it normal for her to be unable to resist this Soul Searching and Soul Catching Technique.

This Demonic Sound Skill, without even mentioning its name, had an effect: first, it incited emotional turmoil within a person. Secondly, it caused the Qi and Blood within a person to run chaotically.

Once Han Xiaoru lost consciousness, the strong Qi and Blood throughout her body would lose the control of willpower, running wild, leading to the inevitable worsening of her injuries.

It could even result in blood blockage, causing permanent damage to her organs.

Keeping her senses intact, although uncomfortable, there was at least a glimmer of subconscious control over her body, preventing a situation as disastrous as a dam bursting.

Forcibly controlling the endless delusions and illusions in his heart, quelling the scorching blood that boiled within.

Chen Ping placed a sliver of his thoughts onto the "Spring and Autumn Silkworm" in his mind. Instantly, he felt his mind clear, as calm as still water. When he heard that hissing sound again, he was completely unaffected.

The heat in his senses vanished entirely. The strange conditions of his body and mind seemed to be influenced by some unknown force, no longer affected in the slightest by the external world.

’So, this little worm can be used in this way as well.’

Chen Ping was overjoyed.

It made sense. The Spring and Autumn Silkworm didn’t appear to be some inanimate object. It had accompanied him into this world, and who knew what changes had occurred along the way.

Or perhaps, the worm’s intrinsic level was very high, and after experiencing some unique encounters, transformed into something akin to a "Lifebound Spirit Insect". Although not fully awakened, it could passively exert some power.

While it might not be able to interfere with the outside world, it could firmly protect this mental space of his own.

Feeling assured.

Chen Ping immediately decided to ignore it.

No matter what cultivation technique it was, sustaining it ultimately required expenditure of energy and stamina, and might even waste Inner Force.

He was betting that the opponent’s Sound Skill wouldn’t persist in locking down this area.

Nor would it sustain continuously.

He simply kept his hand firmly over Han Xiaoru’s mouth, preventing her from accidentally making too much noise that could be heard by those outside.

And also to prevent Han Xiaoru from causing further injury to herself by moving too much.

He sat in the cave like a Bodhisattva, waiting for that continuous sound, like a snake’s hiss or the buzz of insects, to finally stop.

A full tea time passed.

The sound finally ceased.

Chen Ping let out a long breath, sensing no further activity in the forest outside, yet he did not hurry to go outside and investigate.

It was best to stay put for now.

Under the moonlight, when he looked at Han Xiaoru again, he found the girl’s face had turned pale.

It was clear that, after sustaining severe injuries, defending against the attack of the Sound Skill had exhausted too much of her Heart and Spirit, leaving her extremely wearied.

"Listen to me, you’re walking the path of Qi Blood Martial Arts. I don’t know what method you used to train your tendons and organs to such a formidable state... However, force is ultimately just force, not yet power. Hoping to escape from the hands of that [Clear Wind Shadowless Sword] is still quite slim."

Han Xiaoru’s body, soft as a puddle of mud, was leaning weakly by Chen Ping’s ear, whispering feebly, "I’ll teach you a Condensing Force Technique, merging Bone Force, Tendon Power, the strength of the five organs, and flesh into a single force, a technique of attack and defense with Yin Yang Unity."

While she spoke, she didn’t care if Chen Ping was responding, her eyes half-closed, she recited a scripture intermittently: "...Heaven and Earth, Firm and Soft together... The four intertwined, known as a key. Two four, three five one, the essence of Heaven and Earth... Number two eight, aligning with heavenly symbols, converge in the cauldron..."

After reciting for a while, she recited it again.

"Did you remember it?"

"Yes, I’ve remembered it... I’m saying, you should rest well, Heaven does not seal off all paths. Maybe before dawn, your family might come to take us away."

Chen Ping felt that the scripture contained deep meaning, but didn’t quite understand it.

It wasn’t appropriate to say that at the moment, it would be too disappointing.

Han Xiaoru seemed to be leaving instructions as if leaving a last will, even someone as steely-willed as Chen Ping felt a slight hint of sadness.

"As long as you remember it, there’s no need to ponder the True Intent within. Just recite it in your heart. Recite it a hundred times, the meaning will naturally appear. Coordinate with your breathing, carefully feeling my breathing rhythm..."

As Han Xiaoru brought her mouth and nose close to Chen Ping’s ear, sometimes breathing long, sometimes deeply, sometimes breathing mixed with light and heavy changes...

Listening, Chen Ping tried reciting the scripture in his mind, aligning it with breathing.

Strangely enough, he truly felt changes occurring within his body.

A warmth enveloped his body, as if he had returned to his past life when he was just starting school... Reluctant to get out of bed, wrapped in a cozy nest on a Sunday morning.

The warmth was like lying on clouds.

His mind drifted into a daze.

With the variation in breathing rhythm, at that moment, it was as if he forgot where his body was...

He couldn’t sense his muscles, tendons, or organs and blood; only a sphere of glowing, unidentified energy.

"Alas, if only there was more time, perhaps ten days to half a month, maybe you could understand the profound mysteries, increasing your combat power by threefold, giving you a better chance of escaping from that [Clear Wind Shadowless Sword]."

Seeing Chen Ping enter a calm state after hearing the cultivation technique, Han Xiaoru’s gaze held a faint regret.

Just as she said this, she noticed that black streaks had appeared on Chen Ping’s skin, seemingly at some unknown moment.

"What, you’ve actually entered entry-level, with black patterns appearing, indicating Iron Body entry... You don’t seem to have particularly high Innate Talent, did I misjudge, or perhaps your Enlightenment is very strong?"

Han Xiaoru’s voice grew smaller, her breath halting intermittently, yet one could still hear the extreme shock and delight in her voice.

’I don’t know what secrets lie within this body. Even though the Spring and Autumn Silkworm hasn’t displayed itself, its power seems to unnaturally increase, easily grasping Qi and Blood Techniques, as if it was innately supposed to.’

Chen Ping mused silently.

Seeing the black patterns that surfaced on his arm skin, he felt somewhat at peace.

Evidently, the cultivation technique taught by Han Xiaoru must be a secret of the Primordial Martial Arts Hall.

Or it could be the mastery of the Primordial Sword Sect, one of the Four Daoist Sects.

On the attribute panel of the [Spring and Autumn Silkworm], a line of writing quietly appeared.

"Primordial Technique: Entry."

Just like that, so simple.

"If only father had met you earlier, there wouldn’t have been anything for the third junior brother. Back then, he entered within a month, and had his Iron Body initially formed within three months, making father as happy as a child."

Han Xiaoru shook her head.

She didn’t know whether she was lamenting for Chen Ping, or for her own father.

Currently, Chen Ping had reached entry-level, but forming real combat power wasn’t something that could be achieved overnight.

Still, it just slightly increased the chances.

I’ve done my best.

Han Xiaoru raised her head to look at the sparse branches at the cave entrance letting through the moonlight.

A faint melancholy arose in her heart.

The moon had reached the mid-sky. It was likely deep in the night.

The signal arrow firework likely wasn’t seen by her family...

She wondered if father and mother were already asleep at this time? Had they noticed she hadn’t returned home, would they come out to find her?

After watching for a while, Han Xiaoru came back to her senses.

She felt even more spiritless.

Without the good medicine for Replenishing Essence and Qi, she might not last till sunrise tomorrow.

Knowing her own body, she realized how ruthless the [Clear Wind Shadowless Sword]’s attack was, with its toxic and sinister Sword Qi, it even understood the Blood-Cutting Acupoint Technique.

Her Primordial Technique cultivation wasn’t shallow, yet she still couldn’t withstand it.