Chapter 191: Chapter 126: Man Proposes, Eightfold Storms

"Now that everything is ready, only Prefect Pei remains the biggest stumbling block. He must not be spared.

Who knows how Mr. Changxing plans to deal with it? Is he confident?"

"This matter is easy, by the latest tomorrow before the hour of 亥, there will definitely be news."

An official sitting at the end of the main seat responded with a smile.

This person was the owner of the residence, Deputy Magistrate of Xingqing Prefecture, Wu Song, also known as Wu Changxing.

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"Back home."

Before Chen Ping even entered the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, a few people came to greet him.

"I let that old rat escape, but it wasn’t unfruitful. We managed to uncover the opponent’s strength."

In his past life, Chen Ping wandered around, singing, writing, fighting in underground... boxing, serving as a mercen... ary.

At this moment, he didn’t say much. He went to the study, took out a piece of paper, and with a few dozen strokes, vivid portraits of people appeared on the paper.

His sketching skills were indeed impressive. Although different from the contemporary style that emphasized spontaneity and spirit, the things he drew lacked charm.

However, a mere likeness was enough to cover all flaws.

Han Wushang and a few others were amazed.

Especially Han Xiaoru, whose eyes were sparkling with envy.

She really wanted to pry open his head to see what else he could do.

It seemed there was nothing he couldn’t do.

"Cheng Wuduan from Wind and Thunder Sword Hall, Xu Baxian from Shifang Martial Arts Hall, as expected." Sima Rou said with a very serious expression.

If you include Changkong Martial Arts Hall, which came to compete during the day, three out of the four martial halls in Xingqing Prefecture had already pledged allegiance to Beizhou.

If folk martial halls are like this, how much more so for official bodies and associations?

Not to mention those who secretly lean towards Beizhou, that’s a certainty.

Nanli Court, how unpopular it is.

The enemy’s army hasn’t even marched in yet.

As a result, the inner city is already ready to surrender at the slightest sign of trouble. This battle is lost even without a fight.

"That old monk’s temples are high and bulging, but the crown of his head is slightly concave, he’s likely an expert from the Esoteric Sect.

If not from the True Word Sect, then from the Vajrayana.

It’s said that the Thirteenth Prince of Beizhou, Yuwen Ying, has three masters. His first master, Doroghi, ranks thirty-seventh on the Earth List. His mastery of the True Word Seal is formidable. This old monk is probably him."

Han Wushang pointed to the long-browed, concave-headed, withered old monk in the painting.

He frowned slightly, couldn’t help but scratched his bald head, clearly finding it very challenging.

Anyone who ranks on the Earth List is on a completely different level than ordinary innate experts.

Even those at the bottom of the Earth List are late-stage innate, each with their own unique skills, and their combat power is extraordinary.

Against ordinary late-stage innate, those on the Earth List can certainly handle one-on-two without any issues, not to mention one-on-three. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Though Han Wushang is an innate in his physical form, his combat power is undoubtedly exceptional.

However, he has not long achieved his golden body, just entering the innate stage.

He’s naturally not afraid of fighting ordinary innate experts.

But in a fight with someone from the Earth List, he’s likely to lose more than win.

"This is Master Anman from the Celestial Witchcraft Sect. The golden-furred rat that attacked last night was likely released by him."

Sima Rou pointed to the middle-aged man with peculiar hair in the painting.

As they counted, everyone’s mood grew heavier.

Just from the portraits Chen Ping drew, along with Yuwen Ying himself, there were already five innate experts on the opponent’s side.

And, there’s also an expert from the Earth List holding down the fort.

If the opponent weren’t occupied, should they press down on... the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, it would shatter like an egg.

"I’m going to heal my wounds."

Han Wushang wasted no time.

With pressure in his heart, he didn’t want to hesitate any longer.

Considering whether to risk aggravating his injuries to forcibly break through the next barrier.

Sima Rou also had a serious look, throwing down a sentence: "As a master, I seem to have felt an innate Qi mechanism, I must seize the time to break through."

After speaking, she looked at Chen Ping apologetically.

This huge martial hall, placing hope and pressure all on the newly accepted disciple, she really didn’t know what to say.

But Han Xiaoru, her face fearless, "Don’t be afraid, junior brother, when the time comes, senior sister will fight the enemy with you."

"Good, let’s fight the enemy together..."

Chen Ping smiled to himself, knowing now was not the time to dampen Miss Han’s spirit.

"What kind of expression is that, do you look down on my martial arts? Take my punch."

Han Xiaoru felt bitter, feeling like she had no face left in front of this junior brother.

Without further ado, she sank her waist and sat back, throwing a punch.

A flash of black light enveloped her body and face, then burst into silver, her fist whistling as it came down heavily.

Chen Ping caught it with one hand, noticing her strength just over ten thousand, couldn’t help but marvel: "Senior sister, you actually broke through?"

"When that rat attacked at night, I was worried about my parents, and in a moment of anxiety, I broke through."

Han Xiaoru grinned.

"Good, thus our martial hall has another expert, even if all the Beizhou Barbarians come, we can still fight."

With such reassurance, after practicing sword techniques for a while and having her fill, Han Xiaoru finally left, seemingly at ease.

Chen Ping immediately calmed down.

Just now, by forcibly blocking the demon beast’s night attack, he automatically responded to the tribulation, gaining 38 points of tribulation.

And by rushing to the Wu Mansion, hearing the old monk’s True Words shaking his ears, then retreating in time, it seemed to be evading a tribulation, gaining 22 points of tribulation.

Although it seemed not too difficult to handle.

In reality, this tribulation was quite perilous.

If the opponent had seen through Han Wushang’s façade, without fear of any damage, they might have casually sent a few people to destroy the Primordial Martial Arts Hall.

Whether he could escape was another matter.

Therefore, it’s reasonable that the harvest this time was a bit much.

But killing that Corpse King Sect disciple on the way, that’s seeking justice and stirring up trouble, posing no threat to him, didn’t count as a tribulation.

No tribulation harvest from doing good deeds.

But gained 8 points of fortune, which counts as a good deed.

The tribulation is sufficient, and now in terms of sword technique, it’s sufficient for use, but in terms of cultivation, it’s still lacking, must quickly enhance.

Otherwise, insufficient to face the upcoming storms.

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