Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

After mastering the "Han Hai Sword Technique," Chen Ping did not rush to keep the appointment.

There are 75 days left until the six-month deadline.

He decided to dedicate the rest of his time to mastering the "Stone Collapse Technique".

For the next two months, he practiced "Crushing Stone Force" more than a dozen times every day without fail.

With the addition of the Blood Qi Dispersant, the blood and qi in his body became even more abundant.

Day 180, early morning.

The early spring wind was still biting.

Chen Ping, shirtless, finished practicing the "Crushing Stone Force" for the third time that day in the courtyard.

"Twelfth move, Rock Shattering and Jade Splitting!"

He took a sudden step forward, his right foot sinking deep into the mud, his waist and abdomen working together as one, and he unleashed a powerful straight punch.

The force of the punch tore through the air, producing a loud bang.

He retracted his fist and stood still.

The small print jumps precisely on time in front of the retina.

[Stone Crushing Force, Proficiency +1]

[Current Progress: Completed 0/1500]

The moment the handwriting froze, another thunderbolt struck Chen Ping's mind.

As a massive amount of martial arts experience related to "Crushing Stone Force" was poured into him, the surging blood and qi in his body underwent a qualitative change.

A brand new and domineering power arose out of thin air from the depths of his bones and blood when he circulated the power path of "Crushing Stone Force", flowing straight from his arm to his fist.

After experiencing this new power, Chen Ping walked to a dead tree about the size of a bowl by the courtyard wall.

His eyes turned cold, his right arm suddenly retracted, and then he unleashed a powerful punch.

"Bang!"

The moment the fist struck the tree trunk, there was no dull thud, but rather a crisp crack.

Chen Ping clearly felt that the newborn power surged out from his fist and suddenly exploded on the surface of the tree trunk.

Wood chips flew everywhere!

A dead tree, as thick as a bowl, had a hole blasted open in the middle.

Immediately afterwards, the tree trunk made a sickening cracking sound, collapsed with a crash, and kicked up a cloud of dust.

Chen Ping withdrew his fist and looked at his intact knuckles.

"This power only appears when using the 'Stone Collapse Force'." Chen Ping understood. "Could this be the so-called 'internal force'? Although the conditions for its use are limited and it can only be considered a prototype, it can still become my trump card now."

In a fight between people of the same level, he would be almost invincible, unless someone else could master a martial art at the Body Refining Realm like him.

Chen Ping dragged the broken tree to the corner of the wall and piled it up. He went back into the house, washed his face with cold water, changed into a clean coarse cloth shirt, wrapped the broadsword in gray cloth, and carried it on his back.

The six-month period has come to an end; it's time to keep the appointment.

……

Leave the courtyard.

The streets are even more dilapidated than they were two months ago.

Everywhere you look, you see emaciated refugees; the docks are desolate, and the air is thick with the smell of decay.

Half an hour later, Chen Ping arrived at the gate of Li Yuan's residence and knocked on the copper ring.

The side door opened, and a servant in a vest poked his head out, looked Chen Ping up and down a few times, and said disdainfully, "What are you doing here?"

"Chen Ping, the Red Flower Stick, is here to keep his appointment with Steward Li."

The servant was stunned for a moment, then a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

He had made a bet a few days ago, betting ten taels of silver that this peasant would never learn swordsmanship.

Today marks exactly six months. This kid came here probably because he knows he can't deliver, so he's begging the manager to make an exception for him.

The servant, with his nose in the air, waved his hand impatiently: "Going to an appointment? I think you're here to plead for me. Steward Li isn't in the manor and doesn't have time for you. Get out of here."

Chen Ping's eyes remained unwavering as he calmly asked, "Please tell me, where is Steward Li now?"

"Why should I tell you? Who do you think you are?" The servant sneered, his anger rising. He stepped forward, his right hand suddenly reaching out to grab Chen Ping's shoulder, intending to push him down the steps.

His hand was only halfway out.

Chen Ping's right hand silently pressed down on the hilt of the knife behind his back.

The swordplay of the "Vast Ocean Sword Technique" descended with a thunderous roar.

The moment the servant met Chen Ping's gaze, he felt the surrounding air suddenly freeze.

An invisible sense of oppression descended upon me like a raging sea.

The servant's breath caught in his throat, and his outstretched arm froze in mid-air, too afraid to move.

In his eyes, Chen Ping was no longer a person, but a ferocious beast.

Chen Ping slowly stepped forward, taking half a step.

"thump!"

The servants' defenses completely collapsed. Their legs gave way, and they slumped onto the stone steps, their faces ashen, their teeth chattering: "The...the manager is in Shanyang City...at Chunfeng Tower..."

Chen Ping loosened the hilt of his sword, and the sword's momentum instantly vanished.

He glanced down at the servants, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Only after Chen Ping had walked far away did the servant gasp for breath, his back soaked with cold sweat.

……

That afternoon, in Shanyang City.

Chen Ping traveled north along the official road and arrived at the city.

Although the city was prosperous, it also had many refugees fleeing famine.

He asked a roadside tea stall for directions to Qingchunfeng Tower and headed straight for the east of the city.

As they passed the entrance to a narrow, secluded alley, a sudden change occurred.

"Bang!"

A figure flew out from the depths of the alley like a tattered sack, crashing heavily onto the paving stones two steps in front of Chen Ping.

The man was covered in blood, his face was swollen, and he lay motionless on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a furious roar came from deep within the alley.

"Where did this stray dog ​​come from? Get out of my way!"

A burly man with a face full of scars rushed out of the dark alley.

Seeing Chen Ping blocking the alley entrance, the burly man had no intention of slowing down. His right arm muscles bulged, and he threw a punch straight at Chen Ping's face.

That burly man was at the peak of the Flesh Refining Realm, with extremely vigorous blood and energy.

Chen Ping's eyes turned cold.

With feet firmly planted, the upper body slightly tilts to avoid the straight punch, while the internal energy and blood surge along the route of "Crushing Stone Force" and the right fist fiercely meets the punch.

"Bang!"

The moment the fist made contact with the strong man's right arm, the initial force surged out and exploded on the surface of the strong man's arm!

"Snap—!"

A chilling sound of bones cracking rang out.

The burly man's thick right arm was shattered from shoulder to wrist, the bones completely broken, hanging down in a bloody mess.

The scream had barely risen in the burly man's throat when Chen Ping's right leg, like a steel whip, slammed into the man's chest.

"boom!"

The burly man, weighing over 300 pounds, was kicked backward and flew into the alleyway, crashing heavily into the blue brick wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood and slid to the ground like mud.

Chen Ping remained silent and strode into the dimly lit alley.

"You...do you know who I am! I am..." The burly man struggled to back away, clutching his severed arm, his eyes filled with fear.

Chen Ping had no interest in listening to his nonsense.

Press down on the package behind you with your left hand and gently lift it with your thumb.

"Zheng—"

The broadsword was drawn, and a flash of silver light streaked through the alley.

The burly man's voice abruptly stopped, the blood line on his neck suddenly widened, blood gushed out, and his massive body crashed to the ground.

The head rolled to the side, its eyes wide open.

Chen Ping flicked his wrist, shaking off the blood droplets on the blade, and sheathed the sword.

He crouched down and rummaged through the man's clothes, finding five taels of silver and a palm-sized black wooden plaque.

Wipe away the bloodstains; two words are engraved on it: White Gang.

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The White Gang? How did the White Gang from Xiahe County end up in Shanyang City?"

After carefully putting away the silver and the token, Chen Ping walked out of the alley.

He looked down at the unfortunate guy who had been kicked out and was now in a deep coma.

The man's blue robe was covered in cuts, and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

But when his gaze swept across his face, Chen Ping's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Yang Sen? How could it be him?"