It grows stronger when faced with a strong opponent; even an Immortal Emperor would have to kneel be

Then Chen Ping patted Yun Muyao and Wang Qing, who were still in a daze, and said calmly:

"I'm gone."

Yun Muyao and Wang Qing were jolted awake by Chen Ping's pat. They looked at Chen Ping's back with complicated expressions.

They used to think of Chen Ping only as someone who relied on the power of his senior sister Murong Yue to act arrogantly and boss people around.

These days, I've had a bit of a grudge.

But now, when they look at Chen Ping's back, they only feel that he is incredibly majestic.

There was not a single complaint, only respect.

Yun Muyao even looked at Chen Ping with a different kind of expression in her eyes.

She had forgotten that Chen Ping was actually very handsome, with an extraordinary temperament and elegant demeanor.

It's no wonder Yun Muyao is like this; in the cultivation world, the strong are respected.

If one is merely a useless mortal, no matter how beautiful or elegant one may be, one will eventually turn into dust after a hundred years.

Therefore, when Yun Muyao looked at Chen Ping before, she automatically ignored his already handsome and extraordinary face.

Watching Chen Ping make his move today, he displayed the demeanor of a sword immortal, his elegance and grace unparalleled.

Yun Muyao suddenly had a different thought, and her cheeks flushed red.

What young girl doesn't dream of love? Especially a virgin like Yun Muyao who's been single for two hundred years.

Then Yun Muyao touched her cheek. She had been so busy recruiting disciples these days that she hadn't had time to take care of herself.

Wang Qing clicked his tongue as he looked at Yun Muyao's girlish demeanor:

"Heh, it seems some people are indulging in wishful thinking again."

As Wang Qing spoke, he looked at Chen Ping with respect.

He used to be the one among these elders who was most dissatisfied with Chen Ping, but now he is convinced, completely convinced.

From then on, he would do whatever Chen Ping asked him to do.

A moment later, more than a dozen flying boats, led by the one Chen Ping was on, all set off in a grand procession back towards the Qingxuan Sect.

All the disciples on those dozen or so flying boats looked at Chen Ping with utmost respect.

In the cultivation world, who doesn't admire the strong?

Especially a strong person like Chen Ping, who is kind and approachable to everyone and has no airs.

However, he can save everyone from dire straits at crucial moments and easily defeat powerful enemies.

Above Qingyun Peak and Xingyue Peak, a flying boat slowly descended.

The new disciples on the flying boat had already been sent to the Qingyun Xuanzong New Disciple Management Office. Yun Muyao and Wang Qing had specially brought Chen Ping back.

Xiao Rufeng was standing beside Chen Ping at the moment. He was Chen Ping's personal disciple and could simply follow Chen Ping.

There was no need to follow the other disciples to the freshman management office, saving countless troubles.

Xiao Rufeng had already dressed up and was wearing the attire of the Qingyun Xuanzong sect.

He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, and although he was young, he had an extremely upright posture.

These past few days he has been cultivating the Battle Saint Technique, and in addition, he is already a Myriad Tribulations Battle Body.

His cultivation level had reached the pinnacle of body tempering, and his overall demeanor was vastly different from that day.

His eyes were resolute, and his brows revealed a sharp edge, giving him an imposing and awe-inspiring presence.

Even after countless tribulations and hardships, the Myriad Tribulations Battle Body remains invincible and unstoppable.

As long as they don't die, they will fight to the peak, and any hardship will make those with this physique even stronger.

Through countless tribulations and hardships, the Daoist body remains immortal, the sacred heart is undying, and it will never yield or fall.

Even if you fight until you only have one drop of blood left, you can instantly return to your peak.

He grows stronger with each battle, a born war god.

Soon, Chen Ping led Xiao Rufeng off the flying boat.

Chen Ping was slightly surprised to see that Xiao Rufeng's cultivation had reached the perfection of body tempering after more than ten days of training.

It took him ten years to reach the peak of Body Tempering, but this kid only took ten days.

Moreover, these ten years were completed under Murong Yue's daily encouragement; otherwise, it would have been even slower.

Is this the power of a Saint-level physique?

At that moment, a young and beautiful woman walked towards them.

Her skin was like solidified cream, her face was beautiful and ethereal, and her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders.

Her identity is no simple matter; she is Lu Youran, the chief of Xingyue Peak.

Logically speaking, the chief of each mountain peak should be the personal disciple of the peak master.

However, Murong Yue is different; she has not yet accepted any personal disciples, and Lu Youran is no exception.

She was a core disciple of Xingyue Peak, and could only be considered half of Murong Yue's disciple.

He ranked first among all the core disciples, hence the title of Chief.

At this moment, Lu Youran walked over slowly. She looked at Chen Ping and said expressionlessly:

"Uncle-Master Chen, the Peak Master wants to see you."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping immediately looked troubled.

It turned out to be his senior sister, Murong Yue, who was looking for him.

In fact, over the years, he had always been somewhat afraid of his senior sister, Murong Yue.

Murong Yue has always been very strict with him. Even though he was once considered a good-for-nothing by everyone, Murong Yue has never given up on him over the years.

He was showered with countless precious resources and urged to cultivate for several hours every day, which made Chen Ping suffer terribly.

But since Murong Yue had summoned him, he couldn't possibly refuse.

Then he said to Xiao Rufeng beside him:

"Just find a place to stay on Star Moon Peak. If you need cultivation resources, just mention my name and ask the disciples of Star Moon Peak by the roadside for them."

"Yes, Master."

Xiao Rufeng responded respectfully.

After Chen Ping finished speaking, he turned and left.

Lu Youran clicked her tongue as she watched Chen Ping's retreating figure.

To be honest, as the chief disciple of Xingyue Peak and a genius disciple of Qingyun Xuanzong, she had already broken through to the peak of Xuan Dan at the age of twenty.

He is only half a step away from the Void Realm. Such talent would rank him among the best in the entire Qingyun Xuanzong Sect.

But she had to call Chen Ping, this good-for-nothing, "Master Uncle" every day, which, to be honest, made her very unhappy.

In the cultivation world, the strong are respected, and no one will truly respect someone weaker than themselves.

Lu Youran's attitude towards Chen Ping was like this, but unfortunately Chen Ping was Murong Yue's junior brother, and his seniority was higher than hers.

Then Lu Youran glanced at Xiao Rufeng beside her and asked with curiosity:

"Who are you, junior brother?"

"Senior sister, I am Elder Chen's disciple."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Rufeng replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Upon hearing this, Lu Youran looked puzzled and nodded.

She never expected that Chen Ping would take on apprentices, let alone that someone would become Chen Ping's disciple.

She was afraid that Xiao Rufeng would be held back by Chen Ping, so she whispered:

"Let me tell you, Elder Chen is actually a good-for-nothing. You won't have any future if you become his disciple."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Rufeng's previously respectful face instantly turned angry.

"Senior sister, please watch your words. I will not allow you to speak of my master like that. My master is unparalleled in the world."

After Xiao Rufeng finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve and strode away.

Faced with Lu Youran's insult to his master, Xiao Rufeng had no desire to talk to her.

Lu Youran watched Xiao Rufeng's departing figure, gritted her teeth, and pouted, saying:

"This kid won't listen to my advice; he'll regret it sooner or later."

Star Moon Peak, Peak Master's Hall.

Chen Ping strolled in leisurely. He and Murong Yue, his senior and junior sister, had been close for many years.

Entering the main hall of the peak is just like returning home.

"Senior sister, I'm back."

In an instant, a woman's figure appeared in the main hall.

Wearing a light blue long dress with cloud patterns, she was tall and slender with unparalleled beauty. Her eyes were cold and lonely, and a touch of cinnabar was imprinted between her brows, making her a person of unparalleled nobility.

It was none other than Murong Yue, the peak master of Xingyue Peak.