Chen Ping's Sword

He saw the plight of the people and felt that some things were innate and rightful.

Yet he never considered why some people pile up grain in their homes, enough to eat for ten lifetimes, would rather let it rot than give a bit more to the common people. Is there anything wrong with this?

’Is this land really lacking grain? Is it truly so dire that people must starve to death?’

’Of course not.’

It’s nothing more than the unfairness of a rich mansion reeking of wine and meat while there are frozen bones dying by the roadside.

Indeed, this world, from ancient to present, has never been fair.

Even Chen Ping does not aspire to make his domain an absolutely fair place.

What he can guarantee is something simple: don’t let people starve, give them a bit of hope.

Lack of grain is easy to solve; just ’borrow’ some.

What if you can’t borrow it?

Do you think these armies are just for show?

...

"The road, I shall walk my path."

Chen Ping had heartfelt conversations with the dozens of scholars one by one, made arrangements for matters, and fell into deep thought.

Seeing these common people, arranging for Little Cyan Bird to fly back to Xingqing Prefecture, and dispatching five riders on swift horses to return with messages, deploying the rear army forward, preparing to set up a large formation in the plains.

Yes, after the previous skirmish with the Beizhou Barbarians, he felt the timing was right.

There was no need to keep waiting in Xingqing Prefecture for the enemy to approach; the battlefield could be moved forward, using attack to defend.

Of course, the most important reason was that Chen Ping had begun to find his own path.

He had gained enough confidence in forming his own domain, breaking through into the Great Success Realm of Unity.

"Xiaoyue, you stay by my side as Guardian, I’ve had some enlightenment and need to cultivate for a while."

Hua Lian’er now was no longer the timid girl who constantly scratched her face for safety.

In terms of combat power.

Even counting all the generals around him, including Master Qiuye and Master Changfeng, excluding Chen Ping himself, the next would be little Xiaoyue Ji Mingyue.

Her cultivation is quite peculiar.

Chen Ping even believes that simply in terms of mastery of the Celestial Heart Bright Moon Sword technique, he might not necessarily surpass this girl.

It seems that her special physique has an innate advantage with this sword technique.

Although her strength is not large and her cultivation is not deep, during action, she can naturally spot weaknesses and defeat the strong with the weak.

Chen Ping even suspects that an ordinary Unity Realm Grandmaster, even one who has reached the Extreme Intent Divinity Transformation Third Realm, might not be able to easily subdue her in a short time.

One moment of carelessness, and she might cross two realms and defeat them over their level.

Thus, having her act as Guardian beside him, he feels assured.

As for whether to explore the secrets of Ji Mingyue’s body, that is entirely unnecessary.

Even if this little girl is not practicing martial arts but cultivating immortality, it’s her fortune; everyone has their own secrets, and no intimate relationship requires laying out all privacy.

Just like the silkworm baby in his mind, he hasn’t mentioned it to anyone.

Measure his heart by my heart.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, that’s all.

"Alright, Seventh Brother, rest assured, I understand."

Just like many days and nights before, Chen Ping sat cross-legged in meditation, while Hua Lian’er sat beside him, quietly lowering her head, thoughtfully pondering over some matters.

But this time, Chen Ping could sense a difference from the past.

A thread of cool energy spreading like water to the Eight Directions, reaching more than fifty yards around, centered around Ji Mingyue, any rustle in the grass or breeze was reflected in her mind.

He felt as if he had an illusion.

A bright moon hung above his head.

In his heart, a profound tranquility and peace, even his thoughts flowed more swiftly.

’Unexpectedly, she has self-taught the embryonic form of her own domain? The spiritual qualities of this little sister are astonishing; if I cultivate a bit slower, she might overtake me in progression.’

This thought flashed through his mind.

Chen Ping marveled inwardly, his spirit regained lively spirituality, a cyan radiance emerged on his body, as strands of gray-black mist were drawn from his bone marrow and flesh, the cracks on his muscle and bones gradually disappeared.

After more than half an hour, with the final trace of mist expelled under the Cyan Wood Longevity Skill, it was thoroughly cleared.

Qi and Blood roared once more, the tendons and bones emitted a metallic harmony without reason.

Concentrating and gathering Qi, Blood Gang streams flooding, Sword Intent surging through the body.

The body restored to perfection, spirit fully energized.

It was the perfect moment for enhancement.

Remembering the regulations implemented in various counties of Xingqing Prefecture these days, and recalling the smiles on the people’s faces from before, Chen Ping felt an enlightenment within, his thoughts moved slightly.

"Enhance."

Tribulation Value points burned fiercely.

Transformed into mystical rules in the void, vast and mighty flowing into his heart.

In a moment, everything he thought, learned, and knew, began to entwine into a single strand, starting to elevate and evolve.

Regarding the True Gang Glazed Body and the varied extensions among dynamic changes, he gained some invaluable insights.

"Sword Gang Stream is not merely a martial skill, but a unique exploration of power."

"The Blood Gang with Profound Gang, and the gathering of True Qi, is itself a component of power. Sword Qi attack is arguably another manifestation of force?

All paths converge, my foremost task is to integrate this Blood Gang, True Qi, and Sword Intent, unite them, revert to the source, and transform it into the most essential force."