Chen Ping's Sword-Chapter 38: Pretty Boy, Undercover

Whenever faced with major events, remain composed.

Although Chen Ping had just gone through a thrilling ordeal of being framed, killing in retaliation, and then escaping, he quickly calmed his qi and blood, and cleared his mind of distractions.

After hastily eating, he took some Qi Blood Powder, feeling the marrow and blood regenerate, his body heating up, then he practiced the Eight Trigrams Palm slowly, drawing circles to adjust his body and mind to their optimal state.

Only then did he say a word to his companions, entered the inner room, closed the door, and focused his thoughts on the clean and soft body of the Spring and Autumn Silkworm.

The silkworm seemed to sense the host’s attention, and faint excitement and affection were transmitted, with a slight movement, triggering the attribute column.

"Trace Origin and Steal Fortune."

First, let’s see what benefits these Fortune Points can bring me.

Last time, from Boss Yat’s past experiences, I obtained gold, silver, and a hand crossbow.

It’s undeniable these two things, though seemingly insignificant, brought me substantial help.

Without a large amount of gold and silver, there wouldn’t be Qi Blood Powder... I couldn’t indiscriminately eat meat and take healing medicines, my strength would be several times weaker.

In such a case, facing Chang Sansi’s secret plot to harm me, I’d have little ability to fight back.

Wouldn’t I become a chicken or duck waiting to be slaughtered?

Fact proves that Fortune Points are indeed useful, the talent "Trace Origin and Steal Fortune," regardless of the true value of the benefits obtained, can indeed change destiny.

To steal fortune and change destiny, altering the current unfavorable situation.

I hope this time is no exception.

Light and shadows flickered slightly.

Fortune Points quietly burned, a strange ripple enveloped, Chen Ping’s vision blurred, feeling he was in a different place.

This time, the perspective wasn’t floating high above.

But was tangible, with all five senses present.

He could even subtly experience some emotions.

His heart was pounding, sweat pouring like pulp, the fake mountain rocks were cold, yet the female body beneath was so soft and warm.

"Third Senior Brother, I can’t take it anymore, please spare me this time."

A female voice softly pleaded.

Whether genuine or pretentious.

Encouragement or true fear.

Even Chen Ping, with his previous life experience and broad knowledge, couldn’t tell at once.

’It’s truly beyond the norm.’

’The fortune-stealing method of the Spring and Autumn Silkworm is indeed indiscriminate.’

This time he was attached to the body of Third Senior Brother, experiencing everything he went through.

Though he couldn’t control this body, it felt as if it was his, even sensing the blood flow and qi mechanism clearly.

Not to mention the brief pleasure, bodily fatigue..."

The Third Senior Brother is, of course, Jiang Teng himself.

The current Chen Ping was attached to him.

At that dilapidated courtyard, Chen Ping thought Jiang Teng was a passionate youth, braving risks to rescue his beloved.

Now it seems.

Knowing faces but not hearts.

This kid turns out not to be simple.

Only fifteen or sixteen years old, he was already exploring the path to bliss with a junior sister from his sect.

Truly a veteran among flowers.

Then, his external appearance to others might just be a facade.

His intense pursuit of Zhang Ruoxue is "for a purpose."

Then, where is the opportunity?

Chen Ping originally thought he could obtain that swordsmanship legacy, learning the Changkong Martial Arts Hall’s supreme skill "Seven Stars Falling into the Vast Sky".

Though Jiang Teng was young, with a low realm, learning imperfectly. Even if poorly, he should’ve grasped two or three moves... enough for my use.

At least it could cover weaknesses, enhancing attack power.

Facing powerful armed experts barehanded was always disadvantageous.

Yet unexpectedly, "Trace Origin and Steal Fortune" played this trick on me.

"Shh, Master is here, quiet."

The moonlight glows gently.

Amidst crisscrossing shadows, Chen Ping heard soft footsteps and felt cold sweat all over.

Then, "he" exited the fake mountain cave, hastily tidying his sword shirt, slowly approaching, stealthily poking his head to take a look.

Beyond the swaying tree shadows, a tall figure with a straight back was giving counsel.

Opposite him was a youth of about seventeen or eighteen, with a jade-like face, lively and bright.

This youth was handsome yet his physique greatly differed from his appearance... He appeared muscularly robust, his qi and blood strong, his physique very sturdy.

Such a figure and appearance, would clearly be the ideal type for a secluded maiden.

Wearing silver armor, placed on the battlefield, holding a spear charging in, he would be Zhao Zilong with a silver gun on a white horse.

Seeing this person, even Chen Ping, unable to control his body now, could not help but cheer inwardly.

Then, he sensed waves of jealousy and resentment from within, undoubtedly Jiang Teng’s inner thoughts...

He surely thought, in the dead of night, Master Gao Yue called this man to secretly teach him skills.

"Chen’er, these seventeen years, not letting you live in the Martial Hall, always keeping you secluded in the mountains training qi and blood, honing your physique, never teaching you Seven Stars Swordsmanship, did you ever resent me?"

Gao Yue asked softly.

"How could I? Foster father rescued me from fire and water, slaughtered mountain bandits, avenging my blood feud. These years tirelessly day and night guiding me, such great kindness will never be forgotten."

The youth choked up: "I, Gu Chen, would be torn limb from limb and never have any thought of betrayal. Please rest assured, foster father, I will surely attain that Primordial Golden Body Technique and present it by my own hand."

"Good boy, back then the mountain’s Sword Gang Stream, the sect’s treasured ’Seven Stars Primordial True Text’, made others covet. The fifth patriarch, brilliant and unmatched, his swordsmanship godlike, overwhelmingly mighty, could shatter mountains and pierce peaks, making all heroes awe."

In the Third Year of Yuanzhen, the fifth patriarch fought the Dharma Aspect Sect’s Old Monk Shifang atop Yun Mountain, a single sword cut through the mountain, broke the old monk’s Bright King Dharma Aspect, claiming the top of the Celestial List, causing a great sensation.

But flourishing brings decline... Who could’ve imagined, twenty years later, elders practicing Seven Stars Sword and those practicing Primordial Golden Body Technique would fight among themselves. Each claiming their orthodoxy, leading to rivers of blood, and the sect’s disintegration.

In that battle, I barely survived, fleeing down the mountain. To speak bluntly, I was scared."

Under the moonlight, Gao Yue’s eyes held nostalgia, regret, dissatisfaction...

Yet those negative emotions vanished in an instant.

Gao Yue took a deep breath, saying: "Who would have thought, Han Wushang from the Gang Extreme Stream practiced the Primordial Body, also descended the mountain, and opened a Primordial Martial Arts Hall in Xingqing Prefecture, isn’t it absurd?

The Sect Leader’s son ending up like this, opening a Martial Hall but lacking fame, overseeing disciples all unworthy. The Primordial Golden Body Technique in his hands is truly a wasted gem."

"Foster father means to..."

"You, as a new face, this time descending the mountain, directly enter the Primordial Martial Arts Hall. Though Han Wushang is foul-tempered and stiff, hard to deal with, and won’t easily trust others.

However, this person has one merit, immensely respecting the sect’s Blood Gang Lineage cultivation, eager to expand it.

Upon encountering a healthy, exceptionally talented seedling, he will certainly not shut them out... You should go and upon joining him, will definitely inherit the teachings, becoming a direct disciple."