The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 455: Spiritual Restriction, Rumors
Inside the Wufu Tower, cups and plates were cluttered, making the place extremely noisy.

Chen Ping'an smiled faintly, and while toasting each other, he observed the situation of the beauty beside him.

With his spiritual power comparable to that of a top master, he did not risk revealing his tracks when observed from a close distance.

After observing for a while, he felt something was not right. Although the aura of the woman beside him was obscure and her realm was unknown, after carefully sensing it, it did not seem like the posture of a master, but rather she seemed to be relying on external objects.

Chen Pingan was secretly concerned.

There were quite a few representatives of various forces participating in the dinner, and each of them had to add a few words of congratulations when they toasted. Therefore, it wasn't long before Chen Pingan was surrounded by people.

Wu Shangli stood in a corner of the hall, looking at the scene in front of him, sighing in his heart. As the representative of the Wu family in the important town of Beicang, he was not conspicuous among the crowd.

Although his Wu family was powerful, they were only in one county. In Dihuo County, he was the focus of everyone's attention wherever he went. But at today's dinner, he was almost a nobody.

Wu Shangli held up his cup, but could not squeeze into the crowd, so he could only stand to one side helplessly. Things are different now. He could have paid a visit to apologize. But now Chen Pingan is in a high position, in charge of the land, and there are so many people crowding around to please him. He can't just toast whenever he wants.

Wu Shangli stood aside in a daze, but Chen Pingan saw him, raised his glass from a distance and gestured to him.

"Sir." Wu Shangli was flattered for a moment. He raised his glass repeatedly, bent down and drank it all in one gulp.

Chen Ping'an's actions attracted everyone's attention. Looking at Wu Shangli not far away, some well-informed people thought of the things that had been circulated in the early years.

In the early years, when Mang Dao Chen Pingan was in charge of Wufeng Mountain City, he had a feud with the Wu family of Dihuo. Fortunately, the Wu family of Dihuo responded in time and made the right choice, and finally turned hostility into friendship.

Unexpectedly, there was no acquaintance without fighting. Wu Shangli was lucky enough to be remembered by the garrison commander.

Even Xue Kunsheng inadvertently glanced at Wu Shangli a few more times.

Wu Shangli felt a lot of mixed emotions as he felt all the eyes on him.

The dinner ended amid the noise of the crowd.

"Farewell, my lord." Everyone saw them off respectfully. In their sight, Chen Ping'an and the Crimson Beauty climbed onto the carriage together.

Some people looked at each other, with different thoughts in their minds.

Tonight is destined to be sleepless!
The house where Chen Ping'an lived was not far from Wufu Tower. In less than half a minute, he returned to the house.

"Sir." Although it was late at night, the Northern Swordsman Guan Dongxiang had not gone to bed. He looked at the delicate beauty beside Chen Pingan and did not ask much, but just bowed and greeted her.

"Yes." Chen Pingan nodded slightly without saying much. He pulled the beauty beside him and, under the guidance of his subordinates, they soon entered the room.

After returning to the room, Chen Pingan was not anxious, but poured tea on the small table beside him and sipped it. Chen Pingan did not speak, and the woman in front of him did not speak either, just sitting on the bed.

A single man and a single woman, staying in the same room, is extremely ambiguous.

Li Xiangjun is the most outstanding prostitute in Yuanyang Pavilion.

Chen Ping'an's mind flashed back to Xue Kunsheng's introduction of the woman in front of him.

The Northern Cang Rebellion, Yuanyang Pavilion, Tianluo Sect
Various thoughts flashed through Chen Pingan's mind, and he wanted to connect them together.

Chen Pingan took a sip of tea, looked at Li Xiangjun in front of him, chuckled and said, "Xiangjun, Xiangjun, it's a good name as the person is named."

"Thank you for the praise, sir. But I am a weak and weak girl, and do not deserve such praise." Li Xiangjun's voice was very pleasant, and it sounded faintly in the room at this time, with a special flavor.

"No lies are spoken in this town. Miss Xiangjun, there is no need to be modest." From deep within Chen Ping'an's brows, his spirituality continued to probe out, sensing Li Xiangjun's true situation.

After investigating along the way, the possibility that Li Xiangjun is a master is extremely small, but Chen Pingan is still a little worried.

If he were a master, he would have to adopt a different plan.

Chen Pingan exchanged a few words with Li Xiangjun, but in this situation, it seemed so ambiguous. No matter how normal the words were, they always sounded a bit strange.

During the conversation, Chen Pingan had already stood up and sat beside Li Xiangjun. The beauty beside him was warm and fragrant.

"Xiangjun, the night is getting late, and this town is a little tired."

Hearing Chen Ping's almost explicit words, Li Xiangjun's eyes were like water, and she wanted to say something but hesitated. Chen Ping didn't waste any words and directly hugged Li Xiangjun by the waist.

"Ah" Li Xiangjun cried out, seeming very embarrassed.

It was not until Chen Pingan placed her on the bed that she trembled and closed her eyes, saying in a tender voice: "Please have mercy, sir."

Looking at the pretentious look of the woman in front of him, Chen Pingan sneered in his heart, but did not point it out.

"The hibiscus tent is warm, and a moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold. This town naturally pities it."

After that, Chen Pingan reached out and began to take off Li Xiangjun's clothes. When his hands touched her body, the beauty just trembled slightly, but did not stop.

Above Chen Ping'an's eyebrow spiritual platform, spirituality flickered wildly, and a gleam of brilliance appeared in his eyes.

It was also at this moment that he completely confirmed Li Xiangjun's martial arts level.

Xuanguang Realm! Not yet a Grandmaster!

At this moment, Chen Pingan no longer had any worries in his heart. He pointed his finger and hit the center of Li Xiangjun's eyebrows, and the other party fell into coma instantly.

With his martial arts level, at such a close distance, he could point a finger at the opponent's forehead. Even if Li Xiangjun had great ability, she would definitely not be able to withstand this finger.

Chen Ping'an's plan was simple. He would take this opportunity to find out why the other party approached him. He would find out everything without attracting the other party's attention.

hum~ hum~ hum~
Chen Pingan pointed a finger at Li Xiangjun's forehead and did not leave. With a flash of spiritual light, a large amount of spirituality spread out and probed towards Li Xiangjun.

With Chen Ping'an's spiritual power at the master level, as long as he can enter the other person's body, he will definitely gain something.

After a few breaths, the spiritual light dimmed and Chen Pingan retracted his finger from his forehead.

"Spiritual restriction!" Chen Ping'an's face was slightly shocked.

There was a layer of restriction between Li Xiangjun's eyebrows, which was emitting a faint purple light, making her look a little weird. It was because of the existence of this layer of restriction that the other party's aura was so obscure that Chen Pingan almost failed to detect it.

Spiritual restrictions are placed on the body!

This is a realm that only the top grandmasters are qualified to touch!
There is actually a great master behind this Li Xiangjun! ?
The spirituality is very mysterious. It is extremely difficult to outline the changes and form a restriction to be placed on others. Even the Grand Master has only mastered a little bit.

Chen Ping'an's eyes were deep and his expression was uncertain.

The water in Beicang is much deeper than he had imagined.

On the surface, the strongest fighter in the Northern Cang town is Yan Sheng from the Shadowless Blade Sect, a master on the Dragon and Tiger List who is comparable to a Grandmaster.

According to his previous expectations, no matter how deep the water in Beicang is, at most it can only hold the water of a few masters.

With his current strength, he can totally control the situation.

He never expected that a dinner party he had just attended would involve a great master.

Moreover, he is not just an ordinary grandmaster, but a top grandmaster who has mastered spiritual restrictions.

An existence of this level is the most top-notch, most powerful person even in the territory of Canglong Province!
Looking at Li Xiangjun who was in a coma in front of him, a layer of haze covered the depths of Chen Pingan's heart.

"What is the Tianluo Sect planning? If it is really a Grandmaster, then I..." A trace of worry flashed in Chen Ping'an's eyes. If the Tianluo Sect really sent a Grandmaster-level expert, then their target is definitely not just Bei Cang. I'm afraid it's the entire Long'an Trade Route!

"It's a pity that the information we have now is not enough, otherwise we can report it in time and follow the clues to eradicate the conspiracy of Tianluo Sect in one fell swoop." Chen Pingan said to himself.

For a moment, he did not dare to act rashly. No one knew where else the Tianluo Cult had planted its people in this important town of Beicang, besides the Yuanyang Pavilion.

Even in the Bei Cang Pacification Division, there might be people from the Tianluo Sect. If he reacted rashly and didn't handle things carefully enough, he would alert the enemy.

Now, thanks to the information gap, he discovered the layout of the Tianluo Sect in advance. If he could use it, he might be able to take the initiative.

"Prepare for both! On the one hand, secretly push forward the feedback, and on the other hand, secretly investigate. In order to prevent the secrets from being leaked, neither can be entrusted to others, and you have to do it yourself."

To be honest, Chen Pingan really didn't want to get involved in such things. But he was in Beicang, so he had to get involved. And as the chief officer of Beicang, he didn't even have the chance to turn a blind eye.

"Improve your strength as quickly as possible. At the very least, you must push the Ten Thousand Demons Body Forging Technique to perfection. By then, with the help of the three horizontal training magic skills, you may be able to save your life in front of the top grandmasters."

Chen Pingan developed a strong sense of crisis.

I hope he is overthinking it! All this is just an unintentional plot of the Tianluo Sect.

Although there was a glimmer of hope, Chen Pingan had already prepared for the worst. He glanced at Li Xiangjun under him and lifted the veil on her face.

She has picturesque eyebrows, long eyelashes, a delicate nose, rosy lips, fair skin, and a dot of cinnabar between her eyebrows, which makes this first-class beauty even more beautiful and eye-catching.

Although the other person's face was beautiful, Chen Pingan was unmoved. He quickly took off Li Xiangjun's clothes and carefully checked her from inside to outside, from top to bottom.

After an inspection, it was found that Li Xiangjun's body was as smooth as jade and she had no valuables on her.

Come to think of it, since the other party wanted to get close to him, there wouldn't be such obvious flaws.

Li Xiangjun's skin was as white as cream, and she lay defenselessly on the bed.

"No loopholes can be left."

Chen Pingan looked around the scene and then pointed his finger.

"Moan." Li Xiangjun's eyelashes trembled slightly and she woke up slowly.

She opened her eyes, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, as if she were from another world.

"This is..." A very brief moment of confusion appeared on Li Xiangjun's face.

Clothes were scattered in a pile beside the bed.

Colorful feathered clothes, long gauze skirt, light pink bellyband, white silk stockings, and exquisite embroidered shoes.
Soon she recalled some scenes.

"last night."

She slowly propped herself up with one hand, revealing an amazing curve. Her figure was graceful, her curves were undulating, and her legs were slender. Her hair was messy and looked extremely messy. Some of her hair was close to her skin, and there was a hint of moisture in it.

Li Xiangjun's expression suddenly became ugly. When she moved just now, she felt a faint pain in her lower abdomen. If she hadn't practiced martial arts and had a strong endurance, she probably wouldn't be able to hold on now.

Although her memory of last night was not very clear, there was no doubt that she had a hard battle last night.

Looking at the faint bruises and scratches on her body, she could already imagine how fierce the battle had been.

Li Xiangjun looked around, but there was no sign of Chen Pingan in the empty room. Her brows were furrowed, and a look of anger appeared on her face.

Once I slipped, the fake play became real and I lost my innocence! ?

Damn!

At this moment, anger, regret, humiliation and other emotions intertwined in Li Xiangjun's heart, and finally turned into a cold murderous intent.

According to her original idea, she used the method of charm to deceive the world and create false imagination. With her martial arts realm and unique secret skills, it was not too difficult to do this when Chen Pingan was not prepared.

Although some hue will be sacrificed, the pure color will undoubtedly be preserved.

But who could have thought that Chen Ping'an was so unethical that he not only launched a sneak attack on her, but also actually killed her!
As a woman of the Holy Church, she did not attach much importance to a woman's purity. But no matter how little she valued it, this was also the color of her purity.

Now that she was taken away by Chen Pingan, only she knew the anger in her heart.

But at this point, there is no other way!

The only good thing in this misfortune is that she can stay with Chen Pingan naturally. Both Chen Pingan's movements and Bei Cang's intelligence are of great benefit to the layout of the Holy Church.

"Your Highness." Li Xiangjun looked sad and disappointed. "Everything I did was for the glory of the Holy Church. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

In just one day, a romantic story about Chen Pingan spread throughout Beicang.

Li Xiangjun, a prostitute favored by Yuanyang Pavilion and a strong contender for the next generation of courtesan, was taken into the room of the reckless Chen Ping'an.

Although this news has not been officially confirmed, it has become more and more popular as it spreads.

"I heard that Li Xiangjun, a prostitute in Yuanyang Pavilion, was extremely talented and beautiful, and her dancing was stunning. Lord Chen immediately took a liking to her and brought her back to his mansion. She did not return home all night!"

"real or fake?"

"How could this be false? It's spread everywhere!"

"Li Xiangjun is both talented and beautiful, and she is also a courtesan. She should be the cash cow of Yuanyang Pavilion. How can Yuanyang Pavilion agree to her being taken away by Lord Chen like this!?"

"Could it be possible that Yuanyang Pavilion dares not agree?"

"Is not it?"

"What a joke! Lord Chen is such a powerful person! The Yuanyang Pavilion must be tired of living to dare to disagree!"

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The romantic affairs of big men always attract the curiosity and exploration of ordinary people. In this important town of Beicang, whether in the quiet and elegant pavilion or in the small courtyard of the wine shop, basically everyone mentioned this matter. When everyone talked, their words were excited, their emotions were high, and they were in high spirits. It was as if it was not the town guard who took Li Xiangjun into the room, but themselves.

Just as the rumors were spreading, Chen Pingan also received a gift from Yuanyang Pavilion.

PS: I really put a lot of effort into this chapter, no kidding. I'd like to take this opportunity to share my true feelings with you. To be honest, I have a lot of plots in my head, not only in Beicang, in the state capital, in the northern border, but also in the subsequent inspections, envoys, weddings and other series of big scenes. But even if the plot is well thought out, how to write it out is a big problem. Once the rhythm is wrong, it really affects the viewing experience. If you write too fast, it will become a running account. If you write too slowly, it will become a bland article. If you want to have both, your writing skills are not enough.

In fact, after writing the book for such a long time, I have gained a lot of insights. In the beginning of the book, the protagonist's status is relatively low, and his sense of needs and expectations does not need too much foreshadowing. It exists naturally, and everyone can also empathize with it.

But later, when the status rises, the resources are sufficient, and the horizons are broadened, the demands become various. At this time, most authors will face a problem, that is, the demands need to be laid. But this will face a big problem, that is, how to grasp the degree of laying and how to release the rhythm. Even if these two points are done well, there will still be a problem, that is, the situation of inconsistent demands and expectations. The superposition of many factors increases the difficulty exponentially, which is also the core reason why many books collapse in the middle and late stages.

No author wants to have a book fall apart while writing. But this is a very realistic problem, and most authors cannot overcome it. In order to solve these problems, I have thought of many ways, made many attempts, and spent a lot of time and effort, but judging from the results, I seem to have failed.

It's a pity that I couldn't do it. But I will continue to write the following plots as usual. Everyone's demands and thinking logic are different, so it's difficult to satisfy everyone. If you feel uncomfortable watching it, just say it. As long as I can enjoy it a little bit in the process of watching it, it's my honor. Haha, I said a lot. No matter what everyone comments, whether it's praise or criticism, I am very grateful. Because being able to see these words itself means support.

Thank you all again, by the lake.

Writing novels is my dream and I will not give up. No matter how big the difficulties are, as long as I keep going, I will be able to overcome them one day.

I am on the road, an elementary school student on the road of online writing. I am always on the road.

(End of this chapter)