Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

Chen Ping stood up.

Lu Bo, sitting next to him, subconsciously reached out to stop him, opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed his words.

Chen Ping strode to the center of the hall and stopped opposite the white-robed man with the red flower stick.

The two were less than ten steps apart.

The talking in the hall gradually stopped, and people from all the tables turned their attention to this place.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of the man's mouth.

He turned slightly to the side, lowering his voice to a whisper, just loud enough for the two of them to hear: "You were the one escorting the boat on the Huai River with Yang Sen last time, weren't you? Your Qingyi Society's mortuary is really well hidden, with a full thirty-six heads. I'll beat you to a pulp later and send your head over for a flag-offering ceremony."

Chen Ping frowned slightly.

"Did you do what happened with Yang Sen?"

The man grinned sinisterly, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "That's right, mere meat refining. I was originally planning to have my servants slowly torture it, but you just happened to save it. What a coincidence."

Chen Ping stared into his eyes and saw the murderous intent within them.

The man clasped his hands in a dismissive gesture, about to loudly introduce himself: "My surname is Zhou, and my given name is..."

"No need," Chen Ping interrupted him coldly, his voice calm. "Your intention to kill me is enough."

The moment he finished speaking, Chen Ping casually clasped his hands in a fist salute and took a half step back with his right foot.

boom!

At this moment, his blood and qi surged violently, bursting out from his dantian and burning throughout his entire body.

A chilling murderous intent emanated from him.

"Since I embarked on the path of martial arts, every move I make has been to kill."

Chen Ping's icy voice still echoed in the hall, but he had already moved.

tread!tread!tread!

Three extremely soft yet crisp stomping sounds rang out in a line, and Chen Ping's body instantly leaned forward.

纵！

He exhaled a breath of stale air, and with a push off the ground from his fully tempered foot bones, the force traveled from his arches to his waist and hips. His waist and hips twisted violently like a winch, and his whole body shot out like an arrow.

The flame of the red candle flickered in place.

In the next instant, Chen Ping appeared in front of that person like a ghost.

The other person's sinister smile hadn't even faded before his eyelids twitched halfway.

Hu Qian suddenly turned his head and exchanged a glance with Huang Ya, who was standing next to him.

"One leap, seven steps..." Hu Qian's voice was extremely low, his folding fan clenched in his hand as he paused. "In just half a month, this kid has already mastered the Cloud Piercing Leap?!"

Yellow Teeth didn't even bother to reply; his eyes were fixed on the scene, and the silver token in his hand remained suspended in mid-air, forgotten to be put down.

Xie Xiao's hand on the table suddenly tightened, his knuckles cracking.

Beside him, Shi Haobo's smile froze.

Lu Chengye stopped smacking his lips and unconsciously leaned forward, pressing his entire upper body against the edge of the table.

Among the red-flowered sticks behind the White Gang, one of them swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, unable to utter a single word.

In the very center of the hall.

The man only had time to see Chen Ping's expressionless face suddenly magnified in front of him.

Before he could even finish frowning, Chen Ping's powerful, cannon-like punch had already landed squarely on his chest without any fancy moves.

boom!

A dull thud of flesh colliding rang out.

Chen Ping's fist slammed solidly into the opponent's instinctively raised arms.

A powerful force, like that of a bull, pierced through his arm, and the man felt a tingling numbness in his arm bone.

Before he could even grit his teeth and fight back, a second, extremely powerful force exploded from the depths of Chen Ping's fist!

Like a pebble thrown into water, ripples spread outwards from deep within the bones.

The combined power of the "Stone-Crushing Force" and the nascent form of "Strength" intertwined, surging forth like a tidal wave.

That man's strong body was actually blasted five steps away!

The thick leather soles of the boots carved two glaring white marks into the hard bluestone floor.

Snap!

The man's back slammed into a chair, the chair legs making a screeching sound on the floor.

He barely managed to steady himself and painfully shook his arm.

Feeling the numbness seeping from his very bones, his eyes changed when he looked up again.

How could this kid's seemingly casual punch have caused my fully tempered arm to feel like this?

Before he could catch his breath, Chen Ping's body swayed again.

Their footsteps clashed, and in the blink of an eye, they were right in front of him again, like a persistent, lingering ailment.

The twelve forms of the Crushing Stone Force were delivered one after another.

Chen Ping's punches were devoid of any fancy moves or feints; they were solid, direct, and powerful.

The Great Completion of Stone-Crushing Force brought him not only power, but also a wealth of boxing experience.

Chen Ping is now like a veteran who has fought on the battlefield for more than ten years. Every punch is timed to the point where he can unleash his full power, striking head-on with absolute force!

Simple and efficient.

The first punch landed on the opponent's raised arms.

A muffled thud.

The second punch landed on the same spot again.

Another dull, grating thud.

The third punch! The fourth punch! The fifth punch!

The tingling and numbness in the man's arms accumulated and thickened.

Just as he was about to mobilize his internal energy to protect himself, Chen Ping delivered a powerful and heavy punch that instantly shattered his defenses.

He could only retreat in a sorry state, trying to use the retreat to create distance and catch his breath to gather his energy.

But Chen Ping's figure swayed as he retreated, always remaining at that distance, neither getting any closer nor any further.

Hu Qian squinted, slowly unfolding the folding fan in his hand, covering half of his face, but the subtle strangeness in the corner of his eye could not be suppressed.

Lu Chengye leaned back in his chair, turned to the Red Flower Stick of the Great River Gang beside him, and whispered, "Have you ever seen this fist technique before?"

The man shook his head, his voice very low: "Never seen it before... but judging from the style, it looks like military boxing."

The White Gang table fell completely silent.

One of the men, with his elbow propped on the table and chin resting on his hand, watched the two men's footsteps move with increasing intensity. He frowned and muttered, "Can't shake them off, their footwork..."

No one answered him.

In the arena, after enduring more than a dozen heavy blows from Chen Ping, the eyes of the White Gang man turned completely red.

He knew that if Chen Ping continued to beat him like this, he might have his arms and chest shattered by those punches, and be crippled! He would die a miserable death!

"Ah! Die!"

He suddenly released his defense, his blood and qi surging wildly within his body. His bones cracked, and all the blood and qi he had been holding in his dantian for half a day was now poured into his right fist, which he blasted towards Chen Ping's chest.

The fist whistled through the air, accompanied by a muffled explosion.

However, Chen Ping's eyes remained as cold as ice.

He twisted his body with incredible flexibility, narrowly avoiding the punch.

In the instant he turned to the side, his waist twisted out suddenly like a fully drawn bowstring.

His right arm transformed into an iron whip and swept out horizontally.

Horizontal block and smashing punch!

Chen Ping's fist was like a battering sledgehammer, aimed directly at the opponent's wide-open temple!

Click.

A very clear cracking sound, the sound of a skull slightly cracking.

The man felt the world spin before his eyes, his ears ring, his legs went weak, he staggered, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"That's enough!"

Shi Haobo finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, let out a loud shout, and strode forward to save the person.

However, at the very moment he uttered those words, Chen Ping had already pressed himself completely into the other person's arms.

Stick close to the mountain and lean your elbow!

An elbow strikes like a knife.

Chen Ping's right elbow suddenly shot up from below.

Using the explosive force from the twisting of the waist and hips, it struck the man's chin squarely!

Snap!

The sound of bone cracking was even clearer than the previous one, reaching the ears of everyone present.

The mandible was shattered.

Bleeding from all seven orifices.

The man's strong body collapsed like a lump of mud; his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

His head slammed heavily against the hard bluestone floor with a dull thud, and then he lay still like a dead dog.

From the moment Chen Ping took his first step to the moment the man collapsed, bleeding from all seven orifices.

The whole thing happened in just a minute.

The entire spacious hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The few red-flowered sticks of the White Gang were all stunned for a moment.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, still bleeding, the shock in their eyes quickly faded, replaced by an undisguised malice that was fixed on Chen Ping.

Shi Haobo's face was ashen, his chest heaving violently.

He clenched his fists tightly, the thick veins bulging from the back of his hands, and stared intently at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping stood beside the warm corpse, his chest rising and falling slightly. He turned around, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Shi Haobo, and said calmly:

"I'm sorry, but in a martial arts duel, there are no eyes in the fists and feet. I was outmatched and died on the field. It's not my fault, Manager Shi. Please accept my condolences."

"You're asking for it—!"

Shi Haobo let out a low growl and took another step forward.

Xie Xiao suddenly raised his hand and pressed down on his arm.

Shi Haobo trembled and finally stopped in his tracks.

But those eyes remained fixed on Chen Ping, unblinking.

Xie Xiao slowly stood up.

Xie Xiao slowly stood up, his gaze shifting from the two white marks on the floor to Chen Ping's face. He spoke coldly, his voice not loud, but everyone in the hall heard him clearly:

"The Blue Dress Society has given us a tremendous surprise today."

He paused, his gaze sweeping from Chen Ping's feet, inch by inch, over his bloodstained fists, and finally landing on his face.

"The Great Completion Fist Technique, mastering movement techniques, and to produce something like this at the Bone Refining Realm." Xie Xiao's lips twitched stiffly, not at all like a smile. "It seems that given time, your gang will have another Li Yuan."

The hall became even quieter; even breathing could be heard clearly.

Hu Qian slowly unfolded the folding fan again, clapped it lightly in his palm twice, and smiled smugly: "Manager Xie is too kind. This young man is wild and doesn't know his own strength. He's not going to amount to anything. I'm sorry you had to see him like this."

Chen Ping ignored the barrage of words from these old foxes.

He turned and went back to the table of the Qingyi Society, sat down steadily in the chair, picked up the teacup and took a sip; the tea was still warm.

Yellow Teeth immediately leaned closer, his brows furrowed, his voice low and accusatory: "You had already crippled him just now. You could have spared him and angered the White Gang in public."

Chen Ping put down his teacup and replied coldly in a voice only the two of them could hear: "He just told me that our mortuary was ransacked by them. Yang Sen probably sensed something was wrong and was discovered while secretly investigating. He originally wanted to hand Yang Sen over to his servants to torture, but I happened to pass by and saved him."

Yellow Teeth's eyes suddenly darkened, and his voice instantly dropped several decibels, revealing a chilling edge: "No wonder... the intelligence sent from the mortuary lately has all been trivial and insignificant. I've had a feeling something was wrong for a while now."

He paused, pressing his fingers firmly on the edge of the table, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Perfect timing, we've also discovered a few White Gang spies in Qingkou Town, let's sweep them up too!"

Inside the hall, several servants from the Bai family had already quietly entered and swiftly dragged the gruesome corpse out.

On the smooth bluestone floor, only two glaring white marks carved out by the soles of boots and a pool of dark red blood that had not yet dried remained.