Chen Ping's Sword

After a long while.

Chen Ping snapped back to reality.

He wiped the wet sweat off his forehead.

He felt more mentally exhausted than facing battles with several masters of the same level.

From this, he also realized that not every opportunity was within his reach.

This time, luck was somewhat on his side.

If the Jiangh Yudie he possessed wasn’t learning martial arts,

but was engaging with a fat woman in some distasteful affair, he could only silently bear it.

Sometimes, the change in one’s mindset comes from repeatedly breaking one’s limits.

For example, if he acquired the opportunity of that Blood Shadow Saber Fengping, who murdered and drained blood in a psychotic manner,

wouldn’t that feeling contaminate his spirit?

He pondered briefly, then stopped contemplating. Seeing [Swallow Returning Butterfly Dance] entry level appear on the attribute column, he smiled slightly.

"Enhance, Butterfly Dance, Proficient."

Countless knowledge surged into his mind, evolving as if he were Jiangh Yudie during times of fortune, rehearsed countless times, finally understanding each key point, gradually becoming skilled.

Sitting on the grass, his body soared like a leaf.

Passing through flower trees, sweeping over mounds, silently dancing in the lightless night.

His figure silently and nimbly danced, passing through tree branches, borrowing momentum to soar, Chen Ping reclined in the night breeze, drifting with the wind, slowly descending.

His mind infinitely calm.

He finally understood why practitioners of Qi Refining naturally looked down on Qi and Blood cultivators from a high and elevated perspective.

This was not about the difficulty of cultivation.

It’s because humans soar from the ground skyward, naturally developing a sense of superiority from above.

Just by advancing his lightweight body technique to the proficient stage, he already had the illusion of complete control over his body, control of life.

Presumably, those with advanced inner Qi and lightweight skills gradually stopped seeing themselves as ordinary humans.

Those with weaker mindsets might easily consider ordinary people as ants, used to life and death, a common thing.

’This is the heart demon.’

Chen Ping secretly cautioned himself.

In his view, whether inner Qi, lightweight skill, or Qi Blood Essence Force, they are all skills, pathways to transcending life.

Essentially, he still was human.

Evolution can be fast or slow.

The mind has no hierarchy.

Even those not cultivating, could possess a vast heart, encompassing the universe.

Even those who evolved to the highest realms of cultivation could have narrow minds and vulgar demeanors.

Being human, whether outstanding or not, truly has little to do with the power level.

Thinking this way, he felt his mind clear, his thoughts more lively.

Countless thoughts arose and faded, neither affecting his emotional changes.

Even on the run, with crises far from resolved,

he had no worries in his heart.

Everything under Heaven and Earth, various difficulties were as illusory as Mirror Flower Water Moon, no need to burden his mind.

Geese pass without a sound, water flows without a trace, that’s all there is.

He laughed freely, at this moment clear-minded, carefully considering his path of cultivation.

After consuming 4 points of tribulation, advancing the "Swallow Returning Butterfly Dance" body technique greatly aided his jungle escape, sufficiently meeting the stepping and body technique demands.

The issue now was the Divine Eagle Eye in the sky and the Northwest Ten Thousand Swords Manor’s Sword Elder arriving anytime soon.

Without removing the Divine Eagle Eye, no matter how he escaped, as long as exposed under the sky, he could never evade the vast forces’ pursuit.

He could be besieged to death at any moment.

Chen Ping didn’t believe himself capable of resisting a force capable of marshaling masters under state authority for an attack.

Even reaching the highest stage in "Swallow Returning Butterfly Dance" body technique would be pointless.

The cultivation realm stands in the way.

They could use higher realm masters, using vastly superior numbers, to make up for maneuverability shortcomings.

As long as not out of sight, encircling, blocking, he’d eventually fall into a trap.

So, the first task is to remove the eye, handling the Divine Eagle.

Survey your own capabilities.

Only "Sunset Divine Arrow" might work.

The deeper you explore this archery, the more boundless uses it unveils.

Presently, at the "Mastery" level, on par with the Murong Gui he killed, shooting down the Divine Eagle seems unlikely.

Knowing this, since seeing the Jade-Clawed Sea Eagle’s height and speed, he was aware.

Afraid there’s no way to handle it.

What if the realm rises another level?

Worth a try.

Murong Yan ranked thirteenth on the Earth List with this archery, with formidable attack power, even capable of wounding the third-ranked Fairy Fubo... Besides cultivation bonus, the archery holds undeniable secrets.

"Enhance, Sunset Divine Arrow."

Sixteen tribulation points, burning wildly.

In a dazed state, a vision flashed before Chen Ping, as if arriving in a vast desert.

The desert was dead silent, apart from debris and crumbling walls, only a golden sea of sand stretching into the horizon.

No people in sight, not even any creatures.

Even centipedes and scorpions found it hard to endure such an environment, hiding underground early.

The blazing sun high above, immense heat radiating down, resonating with the fiery inner Qi, made a person particularly hot, heart inevitably stirred with irritation and killing intent.