Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

Chapter 189: The price for seeing my things is your life.

Chen Ping walked towards the two of them step by step.

Their steps were slow, and each step on the mud carried a heavy, oppressive feeling.

"I originally wanted to show you something."

His voice was flat, as if he were chatting casually.

"But I just thought about it in the dark. If you see everything clearly, you'll take it back and pass it on to others, which would break the rules."

He paused for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"I'm a rather selfish person. If people look at my stuff and don't pay for it, I feel really bad."

He looked into their eyes.

"So I've changed my mind about this deal."

The man in the black mask gritted his teeth and roared, "You little brat, so young, yet so vicious!"

His voice came from behind the mask, filled with suppressed anger. He was a veteran of countless battles and knew that there was no chance of an amicable outcome today.

"Just because I glanced at your background, you want to fight to the death?"

Chen Ping did not stop walking.

His gaze swept over the two of them.

As they observed the water's flow, the fluctuations in their qi and blood were clearly imprinted in their minds.

Black mask, one refinement.

A six-foot-tall man, undergoing two training sessions.

Killed.

Chen Ping activated his Divine Speed.

With a single step, he transformed into a black afterimage, arriving in an instant within seven steps.

Black Mask's eyelids twitched.

That speed! So fast!

The next moment, Chen Ping raised his black horse-slaying saber high, golden-red energy exploding along the blade as it slashed down with a whooshing sound.

The man in black mask stumbled and tried to retreat, shouting as he did so.

"Yu Wu! Come save me!"

Upon hearing this, the six-foot-tall man beside him drew his long sword and moved to stop him.

Just then.

Qin Ya pointed.

Dozens of light blue spears appeared out of thin air around the six-foot-tall man, their tips aimed at every vital point on his body, freezing him in place.

Qin Ya finally spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but every word was clearly audible to both of them.

"Don't move yet. Wait until he finishes killing those people, then you can be his whetstone."

He glanced at the six-foot-tall man. "Now that you've seen the truth, you'll have to pay the price."

The six-foot-tall man clenched his fists, veins bulging, and roared at Qin Ya, "Is a mere glance enough to cost you your life?!"

Qin Ya did not answer him; her gaze had already shifted to Chen Ping.

Upon witnessing this scene, Black Mask felt utterly hopeless.

A six-foot-tall man was trapped, and no one came to his aid.

He stopped retreating, a resolute glint in his eyes behind the mask, and roared, "Fine! Since you insist on using me as a whetstone, then I'll risk my life today to break this blade!"

He reached back and swiped at his lower back.

With a "clang," two unusual daggers were pulled out of the hidden bag.

The dagger was short, about the width of a palm, with an eerie scarlet hue on its blade, and a faint scent of blood lingered around it.

Precious artifact.

Moreover, it's a treasure that takes a sinister approach.

The man in the black mask ducked low, sliding along the ground to narrowly avoid Chen Ping's downward slash. The wind from the saber swept past his head, shaving off a few strands of hair.

Instead of creating distance, he moved closer.

The two daggers, like two venomous snakes, stabbed at Chen Ping's throat, armpits, ribs, and knees from various tricky angles.

Close-quarters combat.

He knew very well that Chen Ping's knife was too big and too heavy, and he couldn't use it effectively in close combat; this was his only way to survive.

Chen Ping looked at the black-masked man locked in close combat, but remained calm.

He gripped the saber upside down, hilt facing forward, blade close to his forearm, and with a flick of his wrist, used the hilt and the back of the blade to deflect the thrusting dagger.

He held the 600-pound broadsword upside down in his hand, as if he were holding a short stick.

The black-masked dagger stabbed again and again, only to be parried each time. With each impact, his hand would go numb from the shock.

That horse-slaying sword was too heavy; even when using the back of the blade to parry, the force transmitted felt like being hit by a mountain.

But he gritted his teeth and dared not back down.

Retreat means death. He gritted his teeth, thrusting the dagger faster and faster, crimson energy flashing on the blade, each strike carrying a bloody corrosive power.

Chen Ping parried more than a dozen cuts and figured out his tactics.

Warm-up complete.

enough.

He took a heavy half-step forward with his left foot.

The hard mud was instantly trampled into a deep pit.

Beneath her pure white, jade-like skin.

The golden skin's texture, resembling a spiderweb, instantly shone with a dazzling light.

With a twist of the body, the power is transmitted from one vertebra to the other, flowing from the soles of the feet through the waist and hips, over the shoulders, and into the fists.

The way the dragon exerts its power.

Golden-red qi enveloped his fist as he unleashed a punch.

Dragon Python Force. The fist whistled, and the air in front of the fist was compressed into a layer of visible white mist. The moment the white mist exploded, it made a muffled bang, as if something had shattered in the air.

As the man in black mask faced the punch, alarm bells rang in his mind.

This punch came down like a mountain falling from the sky, blocking all his escape routes.

Left, right, above, below, all were filled with the force of fists.

There's no escaping it.

The black-masked man reversed the two magical daggers in his hands, crossing them to block the punch.

Crimson energy surged on the dagger, attempting to block the attack.

The fist slammed into the dagger.

哢.

Both daggers broke at the same time.

The broken blade flew out and embedded itself in the trunk of a nearby tree.

The fist didn't stop. It pierced through the broken blade, through the remnants of crimson qi, and slammed into the black-masked man's chest.

The protective aura was like a thin sheet of paper in front of this punch, and was instantly pierced.

A fist slammed into his chest.

boom.

A dull thud.

The black-masked man's chest caved in, and the sound of his ribs cracking echoed through the room, like crushing a handful of dry firewood.

His body flew backward, but did not fly out.

Chen Ping's fist was still stuck in his chest cavity.

Five fingers touched his spine inside his body.

Clench your fist.

A sudden jerk.

"Sizzle—!" Accompanied by a chilling sound of flesh tearing apart.

A spine was forcibly pulled out of the body, along with flesh and bone fragments, and flung into the air, leaving a trail of blood droplets.

The black-masked man's body collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud. The mask slipped off his face, revealing a distorted face with a wide-open mouth and bulging eyes, lifeless.

Blood soaked the soil beneath their feet.

Chen Ping casually tossed the spine in his hand onto the ground and shook the blood off his hands.

He turned his head and looked at the six-foot-tall man.

"It's your turn."

Yu Wu looked at the black-masked corpse, at the exposed spine, and at Chen Ping's still-dripping fingertips.

His pupils contracted violently.

Why did he agree to the Xue family's offer in the first place? Come and help them investigate this kid's background. The Xue family has so many people offering him sacrifices, why did he rush to agree?

sorry.

But looking into Chen Ping's cold eyes, he knew there was no room for communication. Seeing Chen Ping decisively deal with the black-masked man, Qin Ya nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand, removing the water-colored spear from Yu Wu's body.

Yu Wu drew a long knife from his waist, gripped it tightly, and the leather on the hilt was soaked with sweat.

He looked at Chen Ping, who was holding the black horse-slaying sword upside down.

There is no other option but war.

Chen Ping took steps forward.

After he and Qin Ya pretended to leave, under the cover of the mountain and water in the pot, they thoroughly searched the area within a five-mile radius, finding only the two of them lying in ambush outside.

Since we have no backup plan, we should go all out to avoid any unforeseen complications.

As Chen Ping walked step by step, the golden lines under his skin became brighter and brighter, the gold and fire colors intertwined on the blade, and his aura grew stronger and stronger, like water in a pot boiling, from warm to boiling, each step hotter than the last.

Yu Wu tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand.

With each step building up momentum, given the terrifying strength of this kid who could shatter protective qi with his bare hands, if he were to fully build up his power, he wouldn't be able to withstand that strike.

Can't wait.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. With a flick of his coat, his six-foot-tall figure shot out like an arrow, arriving before Chen Ping in the blink of an eye. "You little brat, prepare to die!"

He raised his longsword high, channeling all his inner energy into the blade, and with the full power of his second-level cultivation, he brought it down in a downward strike.

Chen Ping didn't even raise his head.

A dragon roared.

Four golden-red dragon claws instantly filled Yu Wu's entire field of vision.

The powerful energy transforms into a dragon!

The spirit of Wu was greatly disturbed.

He suddenly changed the direction of his long sword and slashed at the dragon's claw.

clang!

The clang of metal rang out, sparks flew, and one of the dragon's claws was severed by his blade, turning into a golden-red mist that dissipated.

But his blade had a deep nick.

As Wu landed on the ground, before he could even see what was in front of him, a cold wind swept over his back. Another dragon pounced from behind him, its claws striking the protective aura on his back. With a hiss, four claw marks tore four cracks in the aura's surface, and sharp, golden-red energy drilled into the cracks.

Yu Wu grunted, and his protective aura suddenly thickened, blocking the crack, but the protective aura on his back had already thinned by a layer.

He was thrown back by the residual force of the blow and crashed into a tree in the distance.

Yu Wu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth in a disheveled state and struggled to his feet.

He gazed at the boy in black in the distance.

Twelve golden-red dragons coiled around his body, their heads raised, mouths wide open, and dark red fire patterns flowing on their golden scales.

Chen Ping stood quietly in the center, surrounded by dragons.

He dragged his horse-slaying sword on the ground, looking like a god of war.

The chill in Yu Wu's heart grew deeper and deeper.

It was just a creature made of qi that could shatter his protective qi with a single claw.

The information was incorrect.

This kid's strength far exceeded his expectations. But he had nowhere left to retreat.

Yu Wu roared, holding his long sword horizontally in front of him, his internal energy surging to its limit.

His approach differed from that of the man in the black mask; his internal energy cultivation followed a thick and dense path, and his second-stage cultivation made his internal energy significantly thicker than Chen Ping's.

Since we can't win in close combat, we'll just have to fight by exhausting each other's internal energy.

He raised his sword, tip pointing to the sky, and his inner energy surged from his dantian, spraying out along the blade and transforming into dozens of energy blades in the air, pouring down on Chen Ping like a torrential rain.

Faced with this overwhelming torrential rain of blade-like energy.

Chen Ping stood still.

They didn't even move an inch.

"kill."

He uttered a single word coldly.

Twelve golden-red dragons rushed forward, waving their claws and sweeping their tails, smashing, grabbing, and biting the qi blades one by one.

Each time the dragon shattered a blade of qi, a tiny crack appeared on its body, and its qi was leaking away. But Chen Ping's qi was replenishing itself, his embryonic breathing was circulating, and his pores were absorbing the qi of heaven and earth. The rate of loss was far slower than the rate of replenishment.

Yu Wu went mad, unleashing wave after wave of qi blades, dozens, even hundreds, shooting out densely, cutting down the surrounding trees to pieces.

But Chen Ping's Jiaolong formation remained completely still.

Every blade of qi that shot towards them was shattered by the dragon.

Occasionally, a few attacks managed to break through the dragon's defenses, but Chen Ping cleaved them in two with his sword.

At the same time, Chen Ping drew his sword and strode toward Yu Wu.

Not in a hurry, not slowly.

The dragons guarded him on both sides, while constantly harassing Wu from the side.

While shooting out his qi-infused blades, Yu Wu also had to be distracted by dealing with the dragon's claws and entanglements, leaving him unable to attend to both.

A dragon pounced from the left, its claws reaching for his ribs.

He swung his sword and slashed it open, creating another notch in the blade.

Another dragon opened its mouth wide from the right, spewing a ball of flame onto the protective aura on his right arm. The flame clung to the aura, burning but not penetrating it, though the aura continued to thin under the persistent heat. The tail of a third dragon swept across his left leg; his aura blocked most of the force, but it still sent him staggering two steps.

Yu Wu gritted his teeth and desperately tried to maintain his protective aura, but the dragon's attacks came wave after wave, shaving off layers here and burning patches there, and his aura was thinning at a visible speed.

Finally, the area on my back that had already been torn open gave way first.

The protective aura broke open.

A dragon's claw pierced through the opening, tearing his clothes and flesh with four claw marks, ripping from his shoulder blade to his waist, leaving blood and flesh ripped out.

When blood and qi flow through the wound, they are obstructed by the residual metal-type qi, resulting in extremely slow healing.

The scorching heat of the fire-elemental energy burned out of the wound, and the smell of burnt black wafted out.

Chen Ping finally walked up to him.

The true meaning of the tide is revealed.

Countless black vortexes appeared on the surface of the horse-slaying sword.

He slashed out with a single stroke.

Yu Wu raised his sword to parry. The instant the two swords clashed, a large piece of the remaining qi on his sword was torn off by the vortex and swallowed into the abyss.

His arm jerked, his foot slipped, and he took two steps back.

Chen Ping struck again.

When Wu blocked again, another layer of his protective energy was torn away.

The third cut.

The fourth cut.

Each strike devoured his inner energy, forcing him to take a step back with each blow. The dragon constantly harassed him from the side, diverting his attention and making his blocking movements increasingly slow and labored.

The number of wounds on his body is increasing.

The wounds from the four dragon claws on his back were still burning, the bloodstains on his left leg were still oozing blood, and his right arm had been bitten by the dragon, the muscles were rolled up, and the bone was exposed.

The protective aura is getting thinner and thinner.

The movements became increasingly sluggish.

Yu Wu's eyes shifted from anger to fear, and from fear to despair. He mustered all his strength to unleash his final strike.

Chen Ping did not use the True Meaning of Tide Abyss, nor the Horse-Slaying Saber, nor even raise his hand.

Twelve golden-red dragons rushed forward.

Yu Wu's remaining protective aura shattered instantly under the simultaneous attack of the twelve dragons, like a thin layer of ice being pierced by a single foot.

The dragon's claws tore through flesh and blood, its mouth bit into limbs, and its tail swept across bones.

The twelve dragon mouths simultaneously spewed out flames, and countless fireballs landed on the body that was no longer protected by protective energy.

Yu Wu's screams echoed through the woods for a few breaths.

Then it broke.

Chen Ping retrieved the dragons, and the twelve golden-red dragons turned into mist and returned to his body.

He looked down at Yu Wu's body on the ground.

It's no longer recognizable as human.

Chen Ping crouched down and searched the two corpses. He found some loose silver and an unmarked black token on the black-masked man's body.

He found a letter on Wu's person. The envelope was unsigned. He glanced at the contents, memorized them, and stuffed them into his pocket.

He stood up and looked around.

There were many more signs of battle than when they killed the two Yuan Gang martial artists in the woods.

The dragon's claw marks, charred burn marks, remnants of shattered qi blades, cracks and pits on the ground—the area within a radius of several dozen feet was a scene of utter devastation.

But it's okay.

These two are undercover agents; what they discovered will never be known to anyone else.

As for the traces on the ground, once the landscape in the pot is absorbed, these traces disappear along with the landscape.

Chen Ping turned around and walked towards Qin Ya.

The scroll was closed.

The floodwaters receded, and the forest returned to its original state.

It was spotless, not even a single fallen leaf remained. The four corpses had vanished, along with all traces of the battle, swallowed up by the scroll.

Qin Ya sat on his horse, watching Chen Ping walk out, his gaze sweeping over him.

"The offerings from the Xue and Xiao families."

His tone was indifferent, as if he were talking about something insignificant.

"I recognize these two people."

He looked at Chen Ping.

"What price do you want them to pay when we get back?"

Chen Ping mounted his horse and thought for a moment.

"It won't cause any major damage. It will probably only affect some industries."

Qin Ya nodded without saying anything more.

Chen Ping took the letter out of his pocket and handed it over.

Qin Ya took the letter, unfolded it, glanced at it, his brow twitched slightly, then folded it neatly and stuffed it back into Chen Ping's hand. "Keep it."

He turned his horse around.

The two rode side by side towards Tianyan City.