Chen Ping's Sword

"Interrupting people during a meal is not very polite."

Chen Ping shook his head with a smile, "Aren’t you just interested in the ranking on the Hidden Dragon List? How about I admit defeat?"

He glanced at this person, then turned his head back to continue picking up food.

It’s just an empty reputation in the Jianghu. Whoever wants it can have it.

Does anyone really care about this?

It’s not like you can eat it.

"Shh..."

A burst of laughter and teasing came from around, with people whispering to each other.

"Look, that Tian Qi just stumbled upon good fortune and happened to encounter something big, getting his name on the Hidden Dragon List...

Perhaps someone helped him at that time, but his own skills are actually not strong."

"Lih Qiuyu, the third disciple of the Wushan Sect, although not a top expert, has nine of the Twelve Main Meridians open. Among the young talents of Yuanxi County, he easily ranks in the top five and is not easy to deal with, so it’s wise for Tian Qi not to fight."

"Yes, there are still many people outside waiting to challenge him. Even the personal disciple of Hero Yuanxi has come. Even if he admits cowardice, he can’t escape it."

"Lih Qiuyu wins without a fight and will instantly become famous in Yuanxi... However, if he hasn’t truly battled, trying to get on the Hidden Dragon List would be a joke."

Lih Qiuyu apparently didn’t expect Chen Ping to admit defeat directly...

His face turned red and white, caught in a difficult situation, and as people stirred things up, he couldn’t keep a straight face.

"Tian Qi, do you look down on me? I’m sincerely asking for guidance, and you’re probably afraid to make a move. Prepare to take this."

As he spoke, he twirled his sword in a flourish.

The sword’s edge rose like a blur of mist and rain, thrusting toward Chen Ping’s shoulder.

"Is it necessary?"

Without looking back, Chen Ping held a piece of chicken tail with his right hand, about to put it into his mouth.

Feeling the sword momentum attacking like the wind, his wrist made a slight vibration, and the piece of chicken tail flew out like lightning...

Whoosh!

Carried with a mighty gale, the chicken tail hit the sword’s edge.

The sword momentum of Lih Qiuyu had just arrived when the tip of the Pine Pattern Sword was heavily struck. His arm made a cracking sound and twisted, breaking.

The chicken tail, along with the sword handle, rebounded, heavily hitting his chest.

He could no longer stand, retreating seven or eight big steps, tripping over the inn’s threshold, and sat down hard.

His eyes were filled with amazement.

"I admit defeat, not because I can’t beat you, but because I want to avoid trouble... Why bring disgrace upon yourself?"

Chen Ping shook his head, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and sighed.

Ever since battling that Sword Elder on Youx Mountain and fiercely exchanging a move, then severely injuring himself while managing to kill the Blood Monkey Yuan Xiu, after the fight, he gained 18 points of Tribulation and 4 points of Fortune.

While recuperating in the mountains for three days, Chen Ping certainly wasn’t idle. Taking advantage of the treasure medicines he obtained from Jiangh Yudie, he unhesitatingly advanced his Qi Blood Root Technique, enhancing his cultivation progress in the Primordial Technique Iron Body Realm.

Spending 16 points of Tribulation, he advanced his Primordial Technique Iron Body Realm to Great Success, and as expected, his body became more robust, and the Jiangg Palace Jiaji Acupoint was opened...

After opening two Bright Acupoints, Chen Ping’s strength increased by over three thousand jin, now reaching sixteen thousand jin...

If he mentioned this, even Hua Lian’er following him might be too shocked to speak.

With such Unrivaled Power, he casually threw a chicken tail while using chopsticks... the power within was comparable to a Siege Crossbow.

Lih Qiuyu counted as a regular Jianghu Swordsman; let alone having not fully opened the Twelve Main Meridians, even if he had practiced to the Opening the Extraordinary Meridians stage, it would be uncertain if he could withstand it.

His defeat was without suspense, a completely natural outcome.

However, in others’ eyes, it was an entirely different matter.

"Could he be a fraud? Lih Qiuyu is too terrible, like a silver wax gun head..."

"Exactly, being repelled by a chicken tail. Why not call him Chicken Tail Swordsman from now on? Losing both his sword and breaking his arm, how fragile are his bones? Wushan Sect’s reputation is utterly embarrassed."

Hearing this, Chen Ping realized that given today’s situation, he likely wouldn’t be able to pass through it peacefully.

Even if he loudly shouted, "I’m very mighty; I can take you all on, you’re not my match."

It would be useless.

People wouldn’t believe it.

Because the majority of people don’t have the discernment, they remain clueless about prowess.

Clashes between Martial Artists, aside from reputation, are impossible to truly measure without personally testing each other.

Like the Sword Elder, originating from the Northwest Ten Thousand Swords Manor, with a towering reputation.

Once you’ve heard of his fame, no one would be foolish enough to challenge him.

But if he didn’t have this backing of fame, he would just look like an old codger.

Your sword might be swift, but if I can’t understand it, it’s as if you never swung it.

Even the preliminary form of your Sword Intent, without perceiving or comprehending it, might as well not exist.

If you haven’t spilled rivers of blood, how could you intimidate the Jianghu’s rising talents with their ambition of competing with Heaven and Earth?

But if you spill rivers of blood...

Not only would you make enemies, but your reputation would also tarnish.

Upon word of mouth, you’d become a demon even if you weren’t one initially.

The crowd watching the spectacle outside was growing, with some people’s emotions increasingly agitated and excited.

Even though Lih Qiuyu was easily defeated, he hadn’t scared anyone off; on the contrary, many were already blazing with battle intent.

Chen Ping scratched his head.

He mused that no wonder the Jianghu constantly experiences bloodshed.

Turns out, once people practice Martial Arts, they become rather peculiar...

This world, after all, has few with insight and many without.

"How do your parents usually handle situations like this?"