Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

At dawn, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

Chen Ping sat at the stone table in the courtyard, opened the wooden box, took out a Qi and Blood Pill, and glanced at it in his palm.

The pills are perfectly round, have a pleasant fragrance, and have faint fine lines on their surface.

He put the pill in his mouth and bit it open.

A rich flow of qi and blood rushed down from the mouth, down the esophagus into the stomach, and then transformed into a warm current that surged along the meridians to the extremities.

Chen Ping closed his eyes and guided the heat flow into his dantian little by little, compressing and condensing it.

After finishing one, I paused for a moment before eating the second.

After finishing the third one, he took out the Blood Ganoderma, put the stem and leaves into his mouth and slowly chewed them. The earthy smell spread on the tip of his tongue, followed by a long, thick surge of qi and blood, deeper and more stable than the Qi and Blood Pill.

Chen Ping sat upright, circulated his internal energy, and gathered all the qi and blood, guiding it towards the direction of blood refining.

After an incense stick had burned, he opened his eyes.

Just a hair's breadth away.

He was just a hair's breadth away from opening the door. His blood and qi had been pushed to their limit, but the door just wouldn't budge. It was like a wall, thick, solid, and completely immovable.

He hesitated for a moment, then suppressed the thought, stood up, walked out of the courtyard, stopped in front of the house next door, and knocked on the door.

A moment later, the wooden door opened.

Li Yuan stood at the door, wearing a gray cloth short shirt and her hair was not tied up properly. When she saw that it was Chen Ping, she glanced at him and paused for a moment at his dantian.

Then I understood.

"Come in."

The two walked into the courtyard. Li Yuan flexed his wrists and turned his head: "I'll still only use my Refining Realm strength. You go all out and let that last bit of blood and energy overflow during the battle."

Chen Ping clasped his hands in a fist salute and bowed his head, saying, "Thank you, Master."

He straightened up and paused: "I made some progress in my footwork last night. Please take a look, Master."

Li Yuan nodded, stood in the courtyard, and casually gestured for him to make his move.

Chen Ping raised his head.

Sharp eyes.

The next instant, his figure vanished from the spot.

Li Yuan's previously casual expression suddenly twitched.

A sudden gust of wind erupted behind him, and relying entirely on his instincts as a martial arts master, he turned to his right.

But we were still a step too late.

Chen Ping's powerful punch, carrying ninety percent of his vital energy, slammed out from behind his head like a cannonball!

The punches were both fast and steady.

Li Yuan flipped his wrist and stretched out his palm to take the hit head-on.

Just as their fists and palms were about to collide, Li Yuan's heart sank.

That punch was wrong!

He quickly took a half step back, circulating his qi and blood to cover his palm, and clashed head-on with Chen Ping's heavy punch.

Snapped!

Li Yuan felt a stinging pain in her palm.

Li Yuan frowned slightly, and a sharp pain suddenly shot through his palm.

Having reached the Transformation Realm for many years, even without using his strength and deliberately suppressing his power at the Refining Realm, the strength of his physical body is far beyond that of ordinary Refining Realm martial artists.

In this Qingkou Town, Chen Ping is the first person who, despite his filthy nature, could punch him so hard that his palm would go numb and sting!

As his thoughts raced, his hands didn't stop moving; he struck out with his palm, the force of the blow creating a gust of wind.

However, just as the palm strike was about to hit Chen Ping...

Chen Ping's figure vanished mysteriously once again without warning.

Li Yuan turned around decisively.

Chen Ping's heavy punch came down from behind again.

The two began to exchange moves. With the help of his divine speed, Chen Ping's figure appeared in different locations each time, in front, behind, left, and right, without any pattern. At first, Li Yuan could only deal with him hastily, and his palms were always on the defensive.

But the foundation of a master of internal energy transformation is simply too profound.

After exchanging only ten or so moves, Li Yuan's eyes returned to their usual calm and still state.

He figured it out.

Chen Ping paused for a breath between each step. Although this breath was short, it was enough for a master of internal energy. Li Yuan gradually began to strike earlier, and each time he was able to set up a defense before Chen Ping landed.

But this suppression only lasted for three rounds.

Chen Ping's footwork changed again without warning!

The landing points became increasingly tricky, and the transitions between steps became increasingly unpredictable. Sometimes, even though the previous step landed on the left, the next step would circle around to a very close spot directly in front of him, so close that Li Yuan had almost no chance to react.

The more Li Yuan fought, the more alarmed he became, but his eyes held an undisguised satisfaction.

The next moment, Chen Ping suddenly appeared very close to him, so close that there was only half a step between them. He threw a heavy punch, his fist covered with thick blood and qi, and his attack was extremely fierce.

At this distance, Li Yuan's palm could not be opened at all.

It's now!

The moment the fist shattered the air, the gate deep within the dantian was smashed to pieces!

All the blood in the body compresses at this moment.

The blood in his body began to compress and condense, like a surging river suddenly narrowing its channel. The force did not decrease, but instead became more concentrated and deeper, and every drop of blood and qi became several times thicker than before.

Blood Refining Realm, broken.

But just as the punch was about to hit Li Yuan, it suddenly seemed to have struck a quagmire. The force was trapped inside and peeled away and dissolved layer by layer by some kind of force, eventually disappearing completely without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, Li Yuan's palm seemed to gently brush against Chen Ping's chest.

Gentle, yet irresistible.

Chen Ping's body was pushed forward by a force, staggering back several steps, his heels leaving two shallow marks on the ground before he managed to regain his footing.

The courtyard was quiet for a moment.

Chen Ping raised his head, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed his head: "Thank you for your kindness, Master."

Li Yuan withdrew her hand, looked at him, and asked, "What's with your movement technique? Have you perhaps practiced some other movement technique?"

"I made a breakthrough in Cloud Piercing last night."

Li Yuan chuckled: "Even if Huang Ya Chuan Yun is not at the highest level, he can still achieve great success."

He walked over, reached out and patted Chen Ping's shoulder, his voice calm: "No need to explain, you have your own destiny, so I won't ask any more questions."

He paused and said, "With your current footwork and mastered fist techniques, ordinary cultivators won't get much of an advantage over you, but killing them will still be very difficult."

He paused for a moment, then said, "If you master the 'Vast Ocean Blade Technique,' I think... you won't be unable to kill ordinary cultivators at the Refining Realm."

Chen Ping nodded without saying a word.

"You can now be considered a martial artist at the same level as the Refining Body cultivator." Li Yuan paused. "Once you survive the Blood Refining stage and enter the Refining Body realm, the position that Ghost Hand Zhang originally held as manager will be yours."

He released his grip and took half a step back: "Now that you've entered the Blood Refinement stage, go and tell the Sect Master."

Chen Ping clasped his hands in a fist salute, turned around, and left the courtyard.

Li Yuan stood in the courtyard, watching his figure disappear through the doorway, a slow smile curving her lips.

Back in the courtyard, Old Liu was sitting at the stone table, a pipe in his mouth, unlit, staring blankly at the courtyard wall.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up, glanced at Chen Ping, and paused slightly.

He then pulled the pipe out of his mouth and tapped the edge of the table: "Remember to bring me some alcohol."

Chen Ping hummed in agreement, went inside to change his clothes, and then turned and went out.