Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 221: Aftermath, Blood Rain, Tremendous Impact, Return, Barbecue, Mortal and Divine!

Chapter 221: Chapter 221: Aftermath, Blood Rain, Tremendous Impact, Return, Barbecue, Mortal and Divine!

After all, from the beginning to the end, Lin Ping’an has given the impression of not being an easy person to deal with.

Not just anyone can communicate with him.

Even at Great Xia Academy, only a few prodigies like Su Die and Liu Yanran can strike up a conversation with him.

Others don’t even have the courage to approach.

The difference in strength is too vast, and they simply can’t withstand the immense pressure.

Moreover, it’s not that no one has tried before, but they retreated instantly under a single glance before even getting close.

Of course, in fact, their guess was correct; Lin Ping’an is indeed not easy to deal with.

For those with weak abilities, he can see through their boring thoughts in an instant and naturally has no interest in wasting time with them.

But to put it specifically, it hasn’t reached the point of killing them.

So, ignoring them is the best choice.

As for those rumors, Lin Ping’an never pays attention to them, as everything within thousands of miles is in his mind and heart.

Every time, their opinions would result in corresponding increments or decrements in his mental ledger.

When a certain threshold is reached, it alerts him, letting him decide whether to eliminate them directly.

Just like an invisible test paper, every minute and every second, those harboring malicious thoughts get closer to death silently.

This is a set limit, a small psychological constraint set by himself.

Although all in Lin Ping’an’s thoughts, it makes him seem a bit more human.

Ever since he released the Earth Level Technique, Lin Ping’an has become a transcendent presence within Great Xia Academy.

A High Tier Civilization Master with a status comparable to a Grandmaster, yet also a student who hadn’t been enrolled for long.

Such disparate factors led the academy’s high-level decision to let him develop freely, or rather, not impose any restrictions, just let him be!

Such an unprecedented, never-before-seen figure of celestial pride, they didn’t know how to cultivate, so could only let him grow naturally.

Persuasion, guidance, education... all useless.

Based on their experience, they couldn’t apply it to Lin Ping’an.

Moreover, in terms of status, he even surpasses them.

Half an hour later.

An elite squad appeared at the school gate, immediately drawing much attention and discussion among the students.

"Look! That’s... that’s Chairman Su, Senior Sister Liu... and Senior Song... they are members of the winning team of the previous Celestial Pride Competition, they seem to have just returned from a hunt... amazing, I want to be like them..."

"Oh my god! What a terrifying presence! At least Middle Tier and above..."

"Breakthrough... Breakthrough... I need to break through too... the seniors are all so strong, I can’t fall behind..."

"As expected of the prodigies of Great Xia Academy, truly formidable!"

"..."

To this, Su Die and others were used to it, walking inside with unchanged expressions.

Such scenes have occurred more than once recently, and there’s nothing surprising about it.

Besides, it wasn’t the first time; it’s just not as exaggerated as it is now.

A moment later, the group of people parted ways.

Su Die and Liu Yanran left together, and on their way back, the two women suddenly smelled an aroma.

Turning their gaze, they quickly found the source.

Villa No. 1.

At this moment, Su Die thought for a moment and softly murmured.

"Eh? Is it Junior Lin? Having a barbecue?"

"I remember after participating in the Celestial Pride Competition, he stayed in the villa and seldom went out."

"Perfect, let’s go check on him!"

"Come on, Yanran, let’s go together! Let’s crash his meal!"

Hearing this, Liu Yanran curled her lips.

Ha-ha!

How funny!

Sima Zhao’s intentions, everyone knows, do you just want to eat barbecue?

I think you’re craving people instead!

Earlier you didn’t go because you felt underpowered, now having broken through Fifth Grade, you just want to make your presence felt.

Truly fitting of you, Xiaodie’Er, all your little tricks used up in these occasions.

While silently griping, Liu Yanran didn’t speak and merely nodded in agreement, entering observe-and-jest mode.

In fact, somewhat worried inside, unsure why, felt a vague ominous premonition.

And just then, a somewhat annoying voice suddenly appeared.

"Heh heh heh... Chairman Su... are you going to crash Talent Lin’s meal? Count me in... count me in..."

When the two women turned their heads, they saw it was Song Changkong, who somehow had come back.

At this moment, he was standing not far away, face full of a cheeky grin, making one feel an intense urge to throw a few punches.

Hardened!

Hardened!

The fists are hardened!

Su Die’s gaze became a tad dangerous, her fists silently clenched.

A little distance away, Liu Yanran’s lips curled with a mischievous smile, her eyes hinting a concealed slyness.

"Ahem... Xiaodie’Er... there are people around!"

"???"

Turning her head, Su Die was startled to find Xiong Xiaoxiao, Hao Yong, and Qin Yu, who had just left, suddenly appeared again, faces filled with flattering smiles.

"Chairman Su, we’d like to tag along!"

"Yeah, yeah! Just curious about Talent Lin’s current strength!"

"Yes! Seriously tempted to challenge him!"

"..."

Seeing this, Su Die’s face darkened, she snorted coldly.

"Alright, then let’s go together!"

Hearing this, a round of cheers erupted.

"Yay! Hooray!"

"Let’s crash the meal together!"

"Crash the meal! Crash the meal! Crash the meal!"

"Awesome..."

No choice, compared to others, aside Su Die, these few also didn’t dare search alone.

Besides, understanding Su Die’s minor intentions towards Lin Ping’an, these teammates knew it well.

This time, crashing the meal was one reason, eating melons was another major reason.

However, just taking two steps, Su Die seemed to recall something, paused, turned to one paparazzi king, threateningly warning.

"No random shooting, and no blabbering, otherwise, I’ll beat you eight times a day even if you hide deep within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races."

Hearing this, Song Changkong earnestly pledged.

"Rest assured! Definitely won’t! I swear on my integrity and honor!"

Not far away, a few who knew burst into grins, nearly laughing their heads off.

Ahahaha...

Paparazzi King of Death Song Changkong with integrity and honor?

What devil’s joke?

It’s laughing someone to death!

On the other side, Su Die stared for three seconds, before resuming her journey.

It’s unclear if she believed or was ready to hunt down Song Changkong, hitting him eight times a day.

At the same time.

Beside the outdoor grill of the villa, Lin Ping’an’s brows slightly moved, having already known what happened over there.

No way around it, usually he wouldn’t focus, but since they mentioned him.

Mentioning his name triggers a response.

At this point, Lin Ping’an had reached such a degree, if outside the Spiritual Domain range, it’d be slightly blurred.

But within range, godlike, whenever thought of him, gets sensed.

If the strength gap is too large, a chasm appears, as it does now.

Like human versus god, seemingly same race, in reality, life levels worlds apart.

Currently, much of Lin Ping’an’s humanity remains, yet under timeless erosion, how much will still exist is unknown.