Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

Luo Yi weighed the money pouch in his hand and put it in his pocket before looking up and giving Chen Ping a smile.

"Brother Chen, sorry to keep you waiting." He gestured with his chin toward the man beside him, his tone relaxed. "Let me tell you something. This guy is Red Flower Stick from the White Gang. He's here specifically to buy your life."

The White Gang's Red Flower Stick turned his head to stare at Chen Ping, his hand already on the hilt of his knife.

"By the way, here's a piece of news for you." Luo Yi turned to look at the White Gang member with the red flower stick, his tone slightly mocking, "This guy in front of you just survived an attack by three Blood Refinement Realm cultivators last night, and even killed one of them in the process."

The white-robed gangster's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly turned his head: "Why didn't you give me this information?!"

"That's a different price." Luo Yi shrugged indifferently, then looked at Chen Ping again. "I don't like fighting and killing. I only like making money off the living. Brother Chen, your life is valuable, but your information is even more valuable."

After saying that, he turned around, strode towards the side of the official road, and disappeared without a trace.

The white-robed gangster with red flowers turned around, his face already pale, and cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Damn Luo Yi!" he cursed through gritted teeth, his hand trembling as he drew the knife. "I'll get him sooner or later..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Chen Ping made a move.

Soaring through the clouds.

tread!tread!tread!

The first three steps were extremely short and close together. The fourth step saw his feet gripping the ground tightly, creating a shallow, cracked pit in the bluestone road.

The White Gang's Red Flower Stick watched helplessly as the figure blurred before his eyes. Before he could react, he instinctively took a half step back, shouted, and held his knife tightly in front of him.

In that instant, a broad, dark blue light appeared in his retina.

A terrifying storm struck.

The anger on his face froze, replaced by fear.

clang!

The crisp sound of metal breaking.

The attack continued unabated, slashing through people and their weapons in quick succession.

puff.

A spray of blood shot into the sky like a waterfall.

The white gang member with the red flower stick didn't even have time to scream before he was cleaved in two from the left side of his neck to the right side of his waist by this knife!

The upper half of the body crashed onto the earthen slope due to inertia.

His lower body remained upright on the official road for half a breath before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

The foul-smelling entrails and blood instantly covered the ground.

The two pieces of the man's knife landed on the ground, about half a step apart.

Chen Ping stood still, sheathed his knife, and carefully wiped the blade with a burlap sack.

The official road was deserted, and there was no sound in the surrounding fields.

He glanced down at the corpse on the ground, bent down, and rummaged through the other person's clothes.

There were a few coins of silver and a small porcelain bottle. I shook it in my hand, and there was only one pill inside.

The bottle opening was sealed with beeswax. Chen Ping held it up to the setting sun and could vaguely see a round pill, about the size of a longan, with fine lines on its surface, lying inside.

do not know.

Chen Ping tucked the porcelain bottle into his pocket and took all the loose silver.

Heading north on the official road, Luo Yi's figure had long since vanished without a trace.

He stood there for a moment.

Luo Yi.

The name sank into my heart, buried in a corner.

This is the only person so far to have escaped from the clutches of the head.

Chen Ping withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards Qingkou Town.

His steps were steady, neither too fast nor too slow.

......

As night fell and only a few lights remained on the streets, he pushed open the courtyard gate.

Old Liu lay on a recliner in the yard, looking up at the stars, his straw hat resting on his stomach, a pipe in his hand, unlit, just sitting there.

Hearing the door open, he slightly raised his eyelids and tapped his pipe lightly against the edge of the stone table twice.

"I'm back."

"Hmm." Chen Ping sat down opposite him, picked up another empty bowl on the table, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp. "The matter of Li Wenxiu's place of origin has been resolved."

Old Liu's eyelids slowly narrowed, and he swirled the pipe in his mouth: "Who helped?"

"The Bai family."

Old Liu grunted in response and didn't say anything more. He put the pipe in his mouth and held it there.

The leaves in the yard rustled twice in the wind, then stopped.

Chen Ping didn't speak immediately. He ran his fingers along the rim of the rough porcelain bowl before slowly saying, "I might have to go to Tianyan Prefecture."

Liu Laoguo did not speak.

"Do you want to...?"

"I'm not going."

Old Liu interrupted him very decisively.

The sound wasn't loud. He pulled the pipe out of his mouth, tapped it casually on the back of the chair, slowly stood up, and patted the dust off his trousers.

"The old man is too lazy to move." He didn't look at Chen Ping, turned around and walked towards the kitchen. "Are you hungry? I'll heat up some food."

Chen Ping watched his somewhat hunched back disappear into the dim kitchen and didn't try to persuade him any further.

The sound of pots and pans clattering came from the kitchen, unhurried and gentle.

After dinner, darkness fell, leaving only a bluish-gray twilight in the courtyard.

Chen Ping stood shirtless in the middle of the courtyard.

Sink your Qi to your Dantian. Shift your center of gravity downwards.

He practiced the Crushing Stone Force from the first move to the twelfth move, then withdrew his fist. Sweat streamed down his back, leaving a dark stain on the cloth strip around his waist.

Then, I practiced standing meditation with weights on, suppressing the heaviness and sending my blood and energy to the extremities little by little.

I don't know how long I stood there, but a line of small text flashed across my retina.

[Skill: Transport (Mastery)]

[Current Progress: Completed 1/1000]

[Effects: The dragon spine runs through the body, power penetrates the entire body, the four extremities unite as one, enduring prolonged battles without weakening, muscles and bones disintegrate, and force is neutralized.]

Chen Ping stared at those words for a moment.

The force penetrated the entire body.

He unloaded the weight, took a deep breath, and stood in the stance again. He slowly clenched his right fist, letting his blood and energy sink down and rise from the soles of his feet.

Throw a punch.

In that instant, Chen Ping clearly felt that a certain blockage in his body had been cleared.

With a push from the ground and power generated from the waist and hips, in that instant, the blood and energy in the body surged from the spine to the fist, without disjointedness or dispersion. The entire energy path seemed to have been smoothed out by someone's hand, becoming fluid and coherent.

In the past, when he threw a punch, his blood and qi would always rush around in his body, and very little of it would actually reach his fist. Each time he threw a punch, his own strength accounted for the majority of the power, while the boost from his blood and qi was minimal.

The purpose of tendon training is to train this; how much blood and energy can reach the fist in that instant when a punch is thrown.

This punch is different now. It feels like the skin, flesh, tendons, and bones have been bitten. The blood and qi surge more evenly and completely. The strength that builds up at that moment, and the blood and qi that surge to the fist, are more than 20% greater than before.

And it's not just about exerting force.

When the residual force of his punch rebounded, he felt as if his skin, muscles, and bones were a giant, elastic net, naturally filtering and discharging the rebound force layer by layer into the ground.

This is the self-releasing of muscles and bones, where force dissipates.

The ability to release force has become instinctive; he no longer needs to actively release force.

We'll have to see how much can be removed.

Chen Ping withdrew his fist, stood still again, and threw three more punches.

Each punch was smoother than the last.

I made a mental estimate.

In the Tendon Refining Realm, the Great Tendon, when perfected according to the Tendon Stretching Manual, is six inches and two centimeters.

Now, in addition to the 20% bonus from transporting the Great Perfection, there's also the benefit of this.

Once he has perfected his tendon training, he will be able to mobilize nearly 80% of his body's qi and blood the moment he throws a punch.

He raised his right fist and slowly clenched it in the air, his knuckles making a soft click.

The oil lamp in the kitchen was still on, and Old Liu was puffing on his pipe inside. Smoke drifted out through the half-open window and dispersed in the night breeze.

Chen Ping lowered his fist and stood still again.

There's still time, let's practice one more time.