Chapter 176: Chapter 122: Silver Opportunity, Three Suns Heart-Burning

"Senior Sister, let’s not talk about the Azure Dragon Seal for now. That matter is in the hands of Fang Qingzhu from the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest, and it has only just been whispered about, so it’s unclear who will end up with it.

Since the Beizhou Barbarians also want to intervene but don’t have much energy to deal with us, why not seize the opportunity and swiftly take over Changkong Martial Arts Hall first?"

Chen Ping suddenly proposed.

From the previous battle, he saw clearly.

Even if Changkong Martial Arts Hall hadn’t colluded with the Beizhou Barbarians, if Han Wushang didn’t personally step up to fight desperately, the disciples under Changkong Martial Arts Hall are actually stronger than those of Primordial Martial Arts Hall.

It’s not just because the cultivation of Qi Blood Body Refining under the Primordial Golden Body Technique is slower; there might also be reasons related to financial resources and the sophistication of martial skills.

So, shouldn’t the industry and assets Changkong Martial Arts Hall has built over the years be claimed?

Such a powerful sword skill as the Seven Stars Swordsmanship, shouldn’t it be obtained?

Also, their huge group of disciples... combining direct disciples and regular disciples, there are as many as several hundred, and not everyone is devoted to Gao Yue, wanting to fight to the death with Primordial Martial Arts Hall.

The hatred and schemes of the upper echelons, speaking of which, actually have little to do with regular disciples.

Now that Gao Yue is dead, and since both branches originate from the Primordial Sect, considered to share the same master, bringing their disciples over doesn’t seem too difficult.

Upon hearing this, Han Xiaoru couldn’t help but widen her eyes, "Is this really possible?"

"Of course, after fighting tooth and nail and creating such a favorable situation, seeing only loss without gain, wouldn’t that amount to fighting for nothing?

Besides, if Changkong Martial Arts Hall isn’t completely annexed, leaving those people would just allow the Beizhou Barbarians to take advantage of them.

We also have to guard against them using the pretense of avenging their master and opposing Primordial Martial Arts Hall everywhere."

If you don’t consolidate and rectify them, others will take advantage.

You’ll not only lose many allies but gain many enemies instead.

This matter certainly cannot be ignored.

"Alright, Xiaoru, take those junior brothers with you. With the prestige your father demonstrated today, I believe no one will dare to disobey."

Han Xiaoru’s mouth dropped open, greatly shocked, as what started as a competition seemed to turn into a sect-battle for territory.

On the contrary, Sima Rou’s eyes flashed with a trace of appreciation, and she immediately agreed, arranging for Han Xiaoru to take charge of the matter, to swallow up Changkong Martial Arts Hall before the Beizhou Barbarians could react.

"Tian Qi, no, now you should be called Chen Ping, follow me."

After instructing Han Xiaoru, Sima Rou called Chen Ping to the inner hall courtyard.

"Pour some tea."

Her expression was slightly eased, and she smiled: "As your master, I feel quite ashamed to say this.

During the earlier confrontation with the enemies, I had to rely on you to save my life... Regarding true strength, you are above me, but since we’ve settled the names, Master can only graciously accept this." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Master, what are you saying? In such a vast world, which sect does not have genius disciples? If a disciple achieves something, how could they deny their own master?"

Chen Ping said with a smile.

There was something he didn’t say, and it wasn’t suitable to constantly be mentioned.

In the Ghost Cry Forest of Youx Mountain back then.

Sima Rou came to aid late at night, without setting any conditions or examining any strengths.

With her strength, under the circumstances where Han Wushang was entangled with matters, she ventured to Youx Mountain with her daughter, facing off against the large force of Beizhou Barbarians. If things went wrong, it could cost her life.

Originally, Chen Ping thought that Sima Rou might be so bold because she believed that within the Beizhou lineup, there was no one who could harm her.

But later, he learned that, not to mention Sword Elder and those dozens of Jianghu masters, just the Thirteenth Prince of Beizhou himself was an innate expert.

Now, he thoroughly understood the disparity in strength between the innate and postnatal.

If that Thirteenth Prince of Beizhou, Yuwen Ying, had carelessly taken action personally.

Sima Rou and her daughter might not have survived.

That night, when Chen Ping was isolated and helpless, her arrival was a real life-saving grace, not just a help in a dire time.

Hua Lian’er might not necessarily die.

But under the pursuit of Sword Elder and Snake Princess, he would most likely die.

Therefore, he accepted acknowledging a master readily and ceremoniously poured a cup of tea in great respect.

"Good, good disciple."

Sima Rou smiled so brightly that her eyes couldn’t be seen, narrowing into a line.

She motioned to Han Xiaoru, who was secretly peeking in from outside the curtain, pursing her lips: "Since you have taken Master, I must speak to you about the ranking within the sect.

In my lineage, the master didn’t take in any disciples; you are my foremost disciple. As for your Master’s master’s branch, you are ranked ninth among the direct disciples."

"I don’t have other demands; just ensure that you aren’t overshadowed by those eight. Let your Master’s master see that while his cultivation may be more advanced.

In terms of taking disciples, he is still far behind me."

Alright, so this just became a competition?

Chen Ping couldn’t help but smile wryly.

"Here, this is the cultivation method for the Silver Body Realm and Golden Body Realm of the Primordial Golden Body Technique, along with some breathing rhythms and key points in cultivation, remember them clearly."

As she spoke, Sima Rou handed over two yellowed booklets, placing them in Chen Ping’s hands.

Upon opening them, he saw between the ancient script, numerous densely packed small characters, likely annotations left by previous generations of practitioners.

’It’s actually the original.’

Chen Ping’s heart surged with emotion.

He looked up at Sima Rou, and saw his newly acknowledged master smiling broadly, yet beneath her eyes lay a faint trace of worry, so he understood that she was actually entrusting her legacy.