Chapter 219: Chapter 134: Sword Sweeps Eight Directions, Ambush on the Long Street (Part 3)

By the way, tell them that the Primordial Golden Body Technique, the difficulty of breaking into the Innate level and slow progress, I already have a clue here.

There’s no need for the Three Flames Cave; you can refine the golden body further and make rapid progress."

"What?"

This time, Zhuo Yunfei was genuinely shocked, almost falling off his horse.

So many senior experts of the Primordial Sect have worked tirelessly to solve this problem, leading to the split of the sect; in the end, they had to seal the mountain in helplessness, but he said he already had a clue and was about to solve it.

"Is this true?"

"When did Senior Brother Zhuo ever hear me say something false? If you don’t trust me, can you not trust the Hidden Dragon List?"

Chen Ping chuckled lightly a few times.

At this moment, the importance of reputation becomes apparent.

A comment on the Hidden Dragon List: "Heroic gallantry, helping those in need."

This saves a lot of explaining.

Can a hero with such a passionate heart, who keeps promises without regard for life and death, lie to deceive people, do despicable deeds?

Impossible.

Thus, even if Zhuo Yunfei doesn’t want to believe, he can only believe.

He started to breathe rapidly.

"After tonight’s battle, Zhuo will immediately send letters to the Mountain, hoping that Master will not let everyone be happy for no reason."

"Naturally not."

Chen Ping chuckled and said.

He had already thought it through.

The Sword Gang Stream cultivation technique still needs to be practiced.

Originally, the fifth-generation ancestor of the Primordial Sect, Han Chong, practiced this technique, leading to misfortune and reversing heaven’s will in his later years. The problem wasn’t with the technique but with people.

Afterward, some senior experts of the Primordial Sect understood the main reason was that the cultivation technique was incomplete, and the practitioners were overly eager for quick results.

The tragedy happened because the Star Essence Infusion led to a heart demon arising, which Han Chong and subsequent Primordial Sect practitioners could never resolve.

The faction that split from the sect, the Seven Stars Meridian, did better in this aspect.

Realizing that avoiding the problem doesn’t solve it, a solution is necessary.

They haven’t been idle over the years, uncovering crucial information...

The problem lies with the Celestial Star Sect’s accompanying Heart Technique, "Three Yang Heart-Burning Technique."

So, as long as the Heart Refining Technique is resolved, meaning obtaining the Celestial Star Sect’s Fundamental Technique, then you can freely use the Celestial Star Power for body refining without worries.

If the Primordial Golden Body Technique wants to break through to Innate level and continue to advance, it requires passing the Bathing in Fire to Refine the Golden Body, needing immense high-grade energy to supplement the body’s metamorphosis...

What method is more suitable than the endless Celestial Star Power?

The fifth-generation ancestor Han Chong has already proven this point.

Star Essence Body Refining is feasible, and the cultivation speed will be extremely astonishing.

As long as your spiritual power is enough to control the physical body’s strength and resist the influence of Star Essence Evil Qi,

you can reach unparalleled achievements.

Currently, Chen Ping has accidentally obtained the "Great Sun Scorching Sun Skill" from the Beihu Divine Archer.

He even planned how to acquire the inherited cultivation technique "Heavenly Yang Pure Heart Skill" of the Great Li Dynasty.

Then, only one technique remains: "Bright King Purifying World Technique."

Coincidentally, this technique from the Dharma Aspect Sect of the Three Sects of Buddhism is the hardest to obtain "Bright King Purifying World Technique," which the fifth-generation ancestor Han Chong was said to have obtained.

He battled fiercely with the Old Monk Shifang, got the technique, and kept it by his side.

With the fifth-generation ancestor’s passing, his relics naturally remained in the Primordial Sect.

Gao Yue knows this.

The old fellow still plans to refine to a certain level, suppress the Primordial Mountain, storm the mountain, and seize the fifth-generation ancestor’s relics.

However, all this information now belongs to Chen Ping.

Smoothing his cultivation road beyond the Innate level.

As for whether passing on the completed "Sword Gang Stream" technique to Primordial Sect disciples would aid the enemy.

Chen Ping states it won’t.

He believes, as long as his sword is sharp enough, always leading the way, no one would dare to risk their life to gamble whether he will turn a blind eye.

In this way, the Primordial Sect’s resurgence is imminent, with its deep heritage as one of the Four Daoist Sects becoming his foundational support.

This sect has an advantage.

Body cultivation.

Everyone is robust and strong.

After reaching a certain realm, on the battlefield, they become powerful generals breaking through ten barriers.

Compared to Qi Cultivation experts. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Body refining cultivators have another advantage: stamina and an unparalleled ability to fight continuously.

In high-intensity battles, fighting for half a day poses no problem.

In low-intensity battles, fighting for three days and nights is possible.

Unlike Qi Cultivation experts, once their Inner Qi is exhausted, their strength significantly decreases.

Even those who’ve reached the Innate Realm of True Qi find themselves slightly weakened after using several powerful techniques.

If they can’t restore Qi quickly, they might be surrounded and killed by troops.

Thus, the vanguard generals and elite soldiers primarily follow the Qi Blood Body Refining path.

Either focusing on it or combining it.

Pure Qi cultivators generally don’t lead troops into battle. If they do, they are stationed behind, only engaging when certain of victory, never risking being trapped by ambushes.

In terms of survival ability, they are inferior to body cultivation practitioners.

"Something’s happening at Cuihu Residence..."

At this moment, a disciple behind him shouted in a deep voice.

Looking closely, there at the corner, a disciple from the Primordial Martial Arts Hall was waving a small blood flag.

Chen Ping made a gesture, and 24 riders behind him slowed down.

Little Cyan Bird flew high in the sky, its bird eyes sweeping over the pedestrians on the street and the buildings on both sides, seemingly able to discern the movement of every facial muscle and the dilation and contraction of pores.

Pedestrians hurriedly avoided, an elderly man, appearing lame, stumbled and fell, blocking the path of the horse team.

A gray-clad middle-aged man looked anxious, turned back to assist.

Nearby, seven or eight people watched, leaned out, extended their arms, shouting loudly, appearing very worried.

"Sword Swing Eight Directions Form."

Chen Ping shouted sternly.

He suddenly whipped the horse’s rump.

The horse beneath him whinnied, rearing up, four hooves stomping, accelerating with a roar.

Instead of avoiding the fallen elderly, it directly stepped down toward him.

"Wretched thief, strike."

The elderly man, originally lying on his side, grasped his leg, groaning in pain with a face contorted in agony.

Seeing the horse hoof falling, disbelief flashed in his eyes...

A flash of dark energy, robes billowed, violating the laws of physics, he bounced from the ground and hovered in mid-air.

Simultaneously, a dragon’s roar echoed from within his sleeve.

A dazzling longsword, gleaming coldly, already aimed at Chen Ping’s face.

The next moment, from the buildings on either side, thwang thwang thwang...

A string of vibrations erupted.

Seventeen or eighteen powerful crossbow arrows whistled sharply, shot toward the horse team.

Everyone on horseback had been warned, sword light erupted like a curtain of fog.

Forming a sword net.

Sword Swing in Eight Directions, blocking all-around attacks.

Moreover, seven or eight figures leaped into the air, shooting towards the buildings on both sides.

It was Zhuo Yunfei, Han Xiaoru, Zhang Gu, and a few others.

Chen Ping sneered coldly, squinting his eyes, remaining motionless on his horse.

Facing the sharp sword aimed at him, his left hand flickered with golden light, already seizing the sword tip.

"Buzz..."

Between his three fingers, the longsword writhed like a dragon, hissing like a snake, twisting and struggling fanatically.

Attempting to pierce and slay, but unable to move an inch.

The old man’s face flushed with blood, holding the sword with Inner Qi surging, the force rebounding, his palm bleeding from the shock, unable to advance or retreat, his eyes showed horror and despair.

"Silver Lightning Flying Frost Wu Changshui, is nothing more."

Without even unsheathing the Black Dragon Sword, Chen Ping’s left hand slightly trembled, the dazzling sword in his grasp shattering into seventeen or eighteen pieces.

The fragments burst forth as he closed his hand into a fist, and with a boom, he punched back.

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