Chen Ping's Sword

Deep within the dense forest.

Chen Ping carried Hua Lian’er, running faster and faster, leaping over ridges and streams as they came.

To him, the tall trees, weeds, and overgrown vines seemed as if they didn’t exist.

In his previous life, he had extensive experience surviving in jungles.

Chen Ping was already used to such circumstances.

Back then, his physical condition was far weaker than it is now.

In those circumstances, he could easily shake off pursuers, and with his current senses and physique, it was even easier.

The jungle is difficult to traverse, but the Jianghu is even more so.

The savage beasts in the dark night are fierce, but not fiercer than enemies.

"Do you still feel unwell?"

After running for a while, seeing the moon’s shadow gradually tilt westward, Chen Ping stopped, feeling something amiss.

Although he was eager to improve his realm and enhance his power, he didn’t truly think that after killing Jiangh Yudie and his companions, he could remain carefree.

He had to find a safe place to rest for a while.

If he improved halfway and couldn’t settle down, only to be found by enemies.

In a hasty battle, it’s hard to predict what could happen.

The reason he hadn’t stopped was that the vague unease in his heart hadn’t dissipated completely.

That intuition had saved him many times... although it wasn’t entirely accurate, it’s better to trust it.

If the heart is not completely at ease, then keep running.

Run until you can’t run anymore.

Moreover, beside him was someone with a seemingly "Path of Sincerity, can foresee" ability, a human radar for avoiding danger, not using it would be a waste.

"Seventh Brother, we should turn south; this path makes me increasingly uneasy, something feels off."

Hua Lian’er couldn’t bother with jokes anymore.

Her breathing slightly rapid, she spoke softly.

She didn’t know what the danger was, but it was certainly approaching.

"Is there an unknown enemy in Youx Mountain, or is a Beizhou Barbarian expert relentlessly pursuing, someone our pair can’t handle?"

Too little information to judge.

However, knowing there’s a change ahead is sufficient.

Chen Ping quickly decided.

With a slight shift in his step, his figure became a fleeting illusion, skimming over the grass, sprinting southward.

Though heading this way took him further from the river, deeper into the dangerous Youx Mountain...

He preferred unknown terrain despite the stabbing pain like thorns pressing from behind.

...

"Mother, why not join up with Junior Brother?

Arriving early at Youyue Ridge can only intercept one group of pursuers; if he’s caught by the Sword Elder, then it will truly be disastrous."

Han Xiaoru’s hand tendons hadn’t fully healed yet but she could exert some force.

She didn’t carry her beloved big sword but had two short swords at her waist, still exuding heroic spirit, her aura defying Heaven and Earth as she rode valiantly.

Nevertheless, her posture was one thing, her demeanor another; the deep-seated anxiety and concern in her eyes, no longer concealable, put a smile on Sima Rou’s face.

This daughter, fearless of Heaven and Earth, finally had someone she cared about, something she feared.

Not a bad thing.

However, this situation put her mother in a bind.

Raising her hand to heavily tap Han Xiaoru’s head, Sima Rou helplessly said, "Xiaoru, you seem to overestimate your mother; it’s uncertain whether I can block that venomous snake...

How could I confront two top experts directly? You must have mistaken me for your father?"

"Father truly is, always fearing wolves ahead and tigers behind, yet in this critical moment, can’t manage to keep steady. If... if Junior Brother can’t overcome this, I... I, I’ll never talk to him again."

Han Xiaoru’s head dipped from the pat, yet she didn’t mind at all.

Her mother’s pats were a norm, and being sturdy and fleshy herself, even if kicked, she wouldn’t furrow her brow.

"Xiaoru, Xiaoru, I don’t know how to explain to you."

Sima Rou’s finely arched eyebrows twisted into a braid, sighing as she knew adding fuel could only worsen the situation, thus comforting her single-minded beloved daughter.

"Didn’t you say? That not-yet-adopted apprentice of mine is quick-minded, highly adaptable, and adept at forest survival.

Even under dim moonlight, even if pursued by the Sword Elder, he won’t be left defenseless against it; there’s no need to worry so much."

"It’s not yet entry."

Han Xiaoru, dissatisfied, retorted.

"Fine, fine, not yet entry."

Sima Rou, true to the ’Rou’ in her name, smiled softly like water, agreeing with her daughter: "Previously, you heard too, in the forest, he’s far stronger than you described.

Not only did he slay that vile flower thief, but also eliminated disciples of the Pure Land Sect and Blood Shadow Sect, truly magnificent and impressive.

Even carrying a little girl, he would run very fast."

As soon as she said this, Sima Rou noticed her daughter’s eyebrows twitch heavily.

Decisively diverting, she said, "As for your father, he has no other choice...

Not sure where things went wrong, even the Brocade Guard has set their sights on our Primordial Martial Arts Hall.

Even the ninth-ranked Earth List Left Deputy Commander, Cao Lie, has quietly appeared, that’s quite an honor."

At this, Sima Rou’s voice lowers, murmuring, "Could our family’s affairs have offended? Unlikely, no one knows."