Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

Chapter 201: Fu Ci's Gun Intent and Determination

night.

Xuanzi No. 6.

Chen Ping sat cross-legged on the futon with his eyes closed.

In my mind, the scenes from today's match flashed by one after another.

Wang Yanqiu's Wind and Cloud Spear, Xue Fengsheng's slight shoulder drop and waist rotation in those spear thrusts, the heavy style of the black iron spear of the Xiao family's collateral branch, and the exquisite variations that occasionally flashed during the duel between those who had reached the peak of the Transformation Realm.

He reviewed everything he had memorized, from each move to each sword strike, categorized it according to martial arts style, and imprinted it deep into his mind.

After finishing, he opened his eyes and examined his current state.

[Dragon Python True Qi - Level 3, Current Progress: 782/1000]

We're still a little over two hundred short.

Chen Ping circulated the Dragon Python True Qi, and the Qi surged from his dantian, condensing around his body.

Twelve golden-red dragons appeared.

He began to sketch.

Scales, one by one, are attached. Muscles, layer upon layer, are filled in.

The skeleton, 360 vertebrae, more than 600 ribs, skull, horn bones, claw bones, all embedded one by one.

high speed.

Faster than yesterday.

He knew the location of every scale, every muscle, and every bone of the dragon by heart.

The process of solidification and outlining no longer requires thought; it's like an old craftsman who can forge a knife with his eyes closed.

But the dragon tendon is still a little lacking.

Each time the dragon tendon was drawn, the last bit of connecting power was just a breath short, like a rope stretched to its limit but unable to reach the other end.

Chen Ping was not in a hurry.

He dispersed the twelve dragons, re-condensed them, and drew them again.

Dissipate, condense, outline.

again and again.

On the panel, the proficiency of the Dragon Python True Qi was gradually increasing.

783, 784, 785.

He practiced for most of an hour, then stopped and finished his practice.

At this rate, in about ten days, the third layer will be fully pushed open, and we can move on to the fourth layer.

As your proficiency increases, you'll naturally learn what you need to know.

The moment the dragon tendon is repaired marks the second refinement.

Chen Ping's gaze fell on another skill on the panel.

[Eating - Complete, Current Progress: Complete 487/500]

Thirteen o'clock.

Just these thirteen points are needed for a complete transformation through eating.

He could already sense that the tipping point was right around the corner.

Every time you eat, every time your body absorbs and transforms food, you're pushing towards that critical point.

After a few more meals and a few more rounds of digestion, it should be time.

Chen Ping leaned against the wall, silently calculating in his mind.

In a few more days, the refinement and total amount of his Qi will be enough to support him in his attempt to break through to the second level of the Yuan Gang realm.

At that time, the second refinement will be completed, and the physical body will undergo a transformation.

If he undergoes a transformation before and after eating, with the two physical transformations overlapping, his physical strength will inevitably reach a new level.

There is even a possibility that another physical mutation may occur.

What comes after Golden Haze?

He doesn't know, but he can look forward to it.

With the addition of the Dragon Python True Qi that is about to break through to the fourth level, the bones and tendons of all twelve dragons are fully restored, and the combat power of the Qi-created artifact doubles.

Once on the battlefield, the chances of survival increase even further.

Chen Ping closed his eyes and continued his cultivation.

Outside the window, moonlight shone through the paper windowpane, casting a square patch of white light on the ground.

Tomorrow is the last day of the competition.

......

Day three.

early morning.

Only sixteen people remained in the waiting area.

Sixteen stone benches were placed in the front row, eight on each side.

The rest of the stone benches were all empty, neatly arranged at the back, with no one sitting down.

Chen Ping sat on the left and looked around.

Aside from Wang Yanqiu, who had already been eliminated by him, there were eleven Yuan Gang left.

Today's match was entirely the home turf of the Yuan Gang martial artists.

This is something everyone knows.

Therefore, among the remaining eleven Yuan Gang martial artists, whoever draws one of the five opponents who have reached the peak of Hua Jin will easily advance to the top eight.

The burly instructor stood beside the arena, with only sixteen bamboo sticks left in the divination tube.

He reached into the tube and began to draw lots.

In the first match, Lu Xi faced off against a scion of a prestigious family who had reached the peak of the Transformation Realm.

Lu Xishang drew his short sword and, in a few clean and decisive moves, forced his opponent to admit defeat.

In the second match, Zhou Ji faced off against a poor scholar who had reached the peak of the Transformation Realm.

Zhou Ji swung his axe down, and his opponent, who had withstood about ten moves, was knocked out of the ring by the axe.

In the third round, Zhang Tingwan easily advanced.

In the fourth round, Zhai Jing easily advanced.

In the fifth match, Zhao Shuyan faced an opponent who was also at the peak of the Transformation Realm. Zhao Shuyan's victory was not easy; it took him more than ten moves to win.

After five rounds, all five players who had reached the Transformation Realm were eliminated.

The remaining three matches were all between Yuan Gang and Yuan Gang.

The burly instructor reached into the tube and pulled out two sticks.

Unfold.

"Wang Zhaoyao, facing off against Xiao Hanyi."

On the right side of the waiting area, Xiao Hanyi stood up.

He glanced at Xiao Shan beside him, who nodded slightly but said nothing.

The two stepped onto the ring and stood on opposite sides.

Xiao Hanyi looked at Wang Zhaoyao opposite her and remained silent for two breaths.

Then he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"I surrender."

The audience erupted in uproar.

The discussions among tens of thousands of people were like a boiling pot, a constant buzzing sound.

"What happened? They gave up before the fight even started?"

"That's a Yuan Gang! Yuan Gang against Yuan Gang, you're just admitting defeat without even fighting?"

"What do you know? The Xiao family and the Xue family are in cahoots. Protect Wang Zhaoyao's stamina."

In the VIP area, the sect elders and veterans of the martial arts world remained calm; they had seen this kind of thing many times before.

In the waiting area, Chen Ping glanced at Xiao Hanyi, then at Wang Zhaoyao.

Wang Zhaoyao's expression remained unchanged. He turned around, stepped off the stage, returned to his seat, and closed his eyes.

Not a single trace of his inner energy was consumed.

Physical strength is fully preserved.

......

The burly instructor continued the lottery.

"Fu Ci, facing off against Xiao Shan."

Fu Ci and Xiao Shan stood up at the same time.

The two stepped onto the ring.

Xiao Shan took out a heavy sword from the hidden bag. The blade was thick and black, and it felt heavy in his hand.

He looked at Fu Ci, who was dressed in black and holding a long, dark spear, and spoke.

"Brother Fu, you can't be considered from a poor family; you come from a martial arts family, after all."

He held the knife tip downwards, speaking casually.

"Why spend all your time hanging out with peasants like Chen Ping?"

Fu Ci did not respond.

With a flick of his spear, the tip touched the ground. He gripped the spear with both hands, lowered his body slightly, left foot forward and right foot back, the spear shaft pointing diagonally forward, the tip slightly upturned.

Starting stance.

In the audience, several sharp-eyed people sat up straight at the same time.

Liu Huayun of Qiyun Sect was taken aback and blurted out, "This hand gesture?"

His eyes widened.

"Isn't this Qin Ya's famous 'Breaking Army Spear Technique' from the northern battlefield?"

The veterans of the martial arts world who were familiar with Qin Ya in the VIP seats all turned to look at Qin Ya, who was sitting upright to the side, with questions in their eyes.

Qin Ya held the teacup, took a sip, his expression calm, and said nothing.

On the stage.

Xiao Shan's pupils contracted slightly as he watched Fu Ci's starting stance.

With just the initial stance, he sensed an extremely sharp aura emanating from the tip of the spear opposite him, like a sword that had not yet been drawn from its sheath, capable of cutting even through the sheath.

He composed himself, his expression darkening as he stared intently at Fu Ci opposite him.

The two stared at each other for a few moments.

Fu Ci moved.

With a swift movement, he transformed into a black arrow, moving at incredible speed.

A flash of cold light appeared first, followed by the spear thrusting out like a dragon.

With a single thrust, the qi transformed into clouds, accompanying Fu Ci and becoming a flowing cloud behind him.

The qi clings to the spear, protruding straight out, flat and fierce.

Facing the shot, Xiao Shan swung his heavy sword, shifted his body to the side, gripped the sword with both hands, and slashed fiercely.

The qi on his blade transformed into a streak of light, slashing towards Fu Ci.

Fu Ci's spear thrust continued unabated. With a shake of his hands, he cleaved the blade's energy horizontally with his spear, shattering it.

Both of them followed a forceful and aggressive approach.

When they clash, it becomes a contest of whose martial arts are more refined and whose killing power is stronger.

Fu Ci, wielding a long weapon and possessing the "Breaking Army Spear Technique" personally taught by Qin Ya, unleashed a spear like a dragon, striking, thrusting, blocking, and seizing, steadily suppressing Xiao Shan with each move.

As the fighting progressed, Xiaoshan gradually found itself on the defensive.

But he did not panic. He calmly used his heavy sword to continuously block Fu Ci's attacks and occasionally looked for opportunities to counterattack.

The fierce clash of their inner energy created cracks in the arena floor.

The more they hit, the more focused they became; the more they hit, the heavier they became.

Suddenly, Xiao Shan noticed that Fu Ci's arm holding the gun went slightly limp.

His eyes gleamed.

it's time.

The next moment, an extremely powerful aura erupted from his body.

The protective aura surrounding the heavy sword in his hand suddenly thickened, and its texture changed, transforming from sharp to heavy, like a mountain pressing down.

The true meaning of Chongyue.

A heavy, profound, and mountain-like aura rose from his body, pressing down in all directions.

The aura on the heavy sword became incredibly heavy. With a single slash, it pressed down on Fu Ci's aura, instantly crushing all the aura that came into contact with it.

in the audience.

On the Xiao family's side, a middle-aged man with a cold and stern face grinned, looking at Xiao Shan with satisfaction.

In the VIP area, several veteran martial arts practitioners stroked their chins and whispered, "This true meaning is of high quality. It contains a hint of 'heavy' energy. Once it is unleashed, the qi within several feet around the person will become extremely heavy."

Another person nodded: "If Fu Ci wants to break through Xiao Shan's protective qi with his own qi, it will be difficult. If this drags on, the Xiao family kid will eventually wear him down with his superior total qi."

On the stage.

The surrounding energy around Xiaoshan was incredibly heavy.

With each thrust of Fu Ci's spear, the qi on the spear was crushed, peeled off, and dissipated the moment it touched that heavy domain.

Fu Ci's own strength and the sharpness of his spear were simply not enough to penetrate Xiao Shan's protective aura.

After confirming this, Xiao Shan changed his fighting style within a few breaths.

He completely ignored Fu Ci's attack, stepped forward, and instantly pulled Fu Ci into close range.

The roles of offense and defense are reversed.

Fu Ci was now dragged into Xiao Shan's attack rhythm.

Xiao Shan chopped and slashed as he spoke.

"Show me your marksmanship, and then you'll admit defeat."

He looked at Fu Ci.

"Without true intention, you are no match for me."

Fu Ci said nothing.

The protective energy continuously adhered to the spear, and was then crushed.

Xiao Shan repeatedly cleaved through the protective aura around her, leaving several cuts in her clothes.

In the waiting area.

Xue Fengsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Ping's performance these days has been so strong that it's been suffocating them.

Now that Fu Ci, Chen Ping's strongest ally, is being suppressed by Xiao Shan and is about to be defeated, the aristocratic families can finally turn the tide.

Zhang Tingwan clenched his fists, looking at the ring with some worry. He would occasionally turn his head to look at Chen Ping, hoping to hear something from Chen Ping that would put his mind at ease.

But Chen Ping remained silent, only staring at the arena.

The two exchanged dozens more moves.

Chen Ping suddenly spoke.

"it's over."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tingwan and Zhou Ji all sighed deeply, their faces filled with bitterness.

Also.

How long have they been in the Yuan Gang realm? Mastering even one Yuan Gang technique is already considered superior; expecting them to grasp its true essence is asking too much.

It is normal that Fu Ci lost to Xiao Shan in terms of true meaning.

but.

Just as Zhang Tingwan and the others were feeling dejected.

Congratulations, Brother Chen!

This statement carries an inexplicable sense of flattery.

but.

It did not originate from Zhang Tingwan or Zhou Ji.

It was Wang Zhaoyao.

He looked at the arena, sighed softly, and turned to Chen Ping, saying these five words.

Xue Fengsheng was still immersed in the joy of victory.

He was completely stunned.

The smile on his face froze instantly.

"Brother Wang, what...what do you mean by that?"

He blurted it out instinctively.

Everyone in the waiting area was shocked and turned to look at the ring.

In the audience, Qin Ya looked at Fu Ci, who was being suppressed, and a smile appeared on his lips.

On the stage.

Xiao Shan felt his touch was off the more he played.

Originally, his Chongyue True Intent could completely crush Fu Ci's Qi, but now, every time he crushes it, a trace remains.

A trace.

An extremely fine and thin thread.

But they just won't break up.

Like a needle, bent under the weight of a massive boulder, but not broken.

Xiao Shan frowned and slashed again.

This time, the lingering aura of that powerful energy not only didn't dissipate, but actually grew stronger.

His heart sank.

On the other side, Fu Ci lowered his head, the long spear in his hand trembling slightly from the pressure, his whole body covered in wounds, and his vital energy was more than half depleted.

But his breathing became increasingly steady.

He was told from a young age that being too rigid is easy to break.

Use all sorts of things to smooth out his rough edges, temper his sharpness, teach him to be tactful, teach him to be patient, and teach him to bow his head.

He did as instructed.

The Nanling Mountains

When he came back, everyone said he had changed.

They became calm and composed.

He felt that the trip to Nanling had honed his skills.

He felt that the "difficulty" of Nanling washed away his arrogance.

But he knew very well that wasn't the case.

He experienced the most during his time in Nanling.

They fled for several months.

He watched as his fellow disciples died one by one before his eyes.

I've seen demons eat human flesh.

I've seen my fellow disciples have their internal organs removed and turned into puppets.

He was powerless to resist.

This feeling of helplessness was like a fire, keeping him awake night after night.

But he was powerless to do anything, because he had to run again tomorrow.

When will they run to, and where will they run to?

he does not know.

Until he met Chen Ping.

He then suppressed his powerlessness, his pride, and all his sharpness and ferocity.

He could never forget the ordeal that occurred in Nanling.

He wanted to wipe out the demonic sect and go to the battlefield.

Therefore, he must enter the inner courtyard!

All sharpness and ambition are suppressed in the heart.

All for the sake of that one moment, to thrust this spear at the Demonic Sect.

Qin Ya figured it out.

So I taught him the Breaking Army Spear Technique.

The essence of the Po Jun Spear Technique lies in accumulating power.

Store, store, store.

He poured all his will, all his sharpness, and all his resentment into the gun.

then.

One shot, and ten thousand soldiers fall.

Fu Ci raised his head.

His eyes have changed.

Suddenly, an extremely sharp light burst forth from those usually calm and reserved eyes, like a sword that had been sheathed for too long finally being drawn.

Faint golden light appeared on the gun, flowing from the handle to the tip, as if the shadows of thousands of troops were surging from the handle to the tip, all converging on that one inch of sharpness.

The intent of the Broken Army Spear.

An extremely sharp and fierce aura suddenly erupted from his body, tearing a hole in the heavy, mountain-like qi around him in an instant.

Alarm bells rang in Xiao Shan's mind.

He wanted to quit.

But Fu Ci stared at him, slowly raising the spear in his hand, the tip pointing at his throat.

The indomitable spirit poured forth from the tip of the spear; it was not qi, nor strength, but will, conviction, and the release of five months of pent-up emotions.

One shot, and ten thousand soldiers fall.

This sentiment weighed heavily on Xiao Shan's mind.

He was afraid.

He suddenly shouted.

"I give up!"

Fu Ci's spear was halfway through its thrust.

The tip of the spear stopped three inches in front of Xiao Shan's throat.

But the intent to fire the gun was not completely contained.

The overflowing sharpness swept over Xiao Shan, causing his protective aura to shatter abruptly. Cracks appeared on his clothes, leaving shallow bloodstains.

Fu Ci sheathed his gun.

He looked at Xiao Shan, whose face was deathly pale, and spoke in a calm voice.

"My gun is for killing the demonic sect and slaying sorcerers."

He turned around and walked towards the edge of the ring.

"Do not kill fellow disciples."

......

Fu Ci walked off the stage with his gun and returned to the waiting area.

The waiting area became quiet.

On the other side of the poor families, Zhang Tingwan, Zhou Ji, Zhai Jing, and Zhao Shuyan all showed shock, followed by uncontrollable joy.

On the other side of the aristocratic families, disbelief was written on every face.

Xiaoshan lost.

Xiao Shan, who possessed true wisdom, lost to an opponent who had just achieved enlightenment on the spot during the match.

Chen Ping looked at Fu Ci as he walked over and spoke softly.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Fu Ci sat down beside him, placed the spear on his knees, and remained silent for a moment.

"I want to go to the battlefield and kill the demons."

His voice was flat, but every word was like a nail.

"No one can stop me."

Chen Ping didn't reply, but nodded.

Across from him, Wang Zhaoyao remained silent for a moment.

He reached out and picked up the teacup beside him, raising it towards Fu Ci.

See you on the battlefield.

Three words, neither too light nor too heavy.

Fu Ci glanced at him, then picked up his teacup and raised it.

The two men, separated by the aisle, each took a sip and put down their glasses.

They didn't say much.

Xue Fengsheng, who was standing next to him, watched this scene and his lips twitched, as if he was about to say something.

Beside the arena, the burly instructor's voice had already rang out.

"Chen Ping vs. Xue Feng, winner."

Xue Fengsheng closed his mouth.

He looked down at the teacup he was holding; the tea was still warm.

He placed the teacup on the stone bench and stood up.

Chen Ping also stood up.

The two walked towards the arena at the same time.

One on the left, one on the right, one in front, one behind—their footsteps were exceptionally clear in the quiet waiting area.