Chen Ping's Sword-Chapter 63: Soul Searching and Soul Catching, Demonic Sound Skill
Enlightenment rose from 4 to 5.
Chen Ping felt a surge of clarity in his mind, inhaling the mountain mist deeply, a chilling sensation reaching his heart and lungs.
He realized that many moves he previously couldn’t comprehend naturally formed more combinations in his mind.
His judgment of the current situation and subsequent responses also had more depth.
Although this feeling wasn’t as if he had become another person.
The change was still distinctly noticeable.
Extending his palm, he drew an arc, feeling the air flow across his skin.
A leaf gently drifted by...
Chen Ping flicked his wrist subtly, as if his joints disappeared, silently shattering the leaf.
The Soft Force of [Silk Thread Puppetry] was grasped with greater finesse.
Chen Ping sighed.
Fortune is useful.
Fortune is rare...
Virtue rewards, good deeds bring merit!
Does this mean it’s compelling me to do good deeds?
Perhaps I too must walk the path of a great philanthropist like my predecessor.
Chen Ping wasn’t opposed to becoming a great philanthropist. In his past life, he didn’t mind being a good person, he just didn’t want to be a tragic one.
As long as he had the strength to control his destiny, being good or bad was just a thought away.
Follow the heart.
...
Enlightenment increased, strength grew slightly, still not enough.
Chen Ping concentrated his thoughts.
’Enhance, Silk Thread Puppetry.’
This is the crux.
Currently, the most likely martial art to quickly boost combat power.
After enhancing Seven Stars Step, while it could improve stepping technique and body technique, catching up to the Straw Hat Man was still somewhat difficult.
Especially when carrying another person, couldn’t run fast... If found by the opponent, there would be no choice but submission, so it’s not an option.
The greatest function of Silk Thread Puppetry is controlling muscles and tendons, Concealing Breath and Form, making the life force more robust and hard to kill.
Moreover, this cultivation technique also covers "Marrow Cleansing" and "Refining the Organs," perfect for his use.
Given the strange "hidden bloodline" of his body, as long as the realm breaks through, it will undoubtedly lead to a frenzied boost in strength...
Thus, enhancing the "Silk Thread Puppetry" cultivation technique is the best choice.
Tribulation Points burning fiercely, an exotic energy surged into his brain, seeping into every limb and bone.
"Silk Thread Puppetry, Great Success."
At the same time, his body started to convulse rapidly.
His muscles and skin, once replenished by several doses of "Blood Medicine" and much broth, changed drastically within a few breaths.
Sunken eyes, skin clung to bones, muscles flattened, even the hair turned dull yellow.
From a vibrant, martial youth, transformed in the blink of an eye, to a decadent scholar, reveling endlessly.
The only difference was his eyes shone like stars, a strange luster on his face.
Despite the ghostly thin appearance, it carried a peculiar charm.
In the moonlight filtering through, this unusual change appeared particularly eerie.
Han Xiaoru gaped, almost fitting a fist in her small mouth.
"This..."
"Normal cultivation breakthrough, no need to worry."
Chen Ping forced a smile, feeling his face dry, slightly helpless.
He was aware of the physical manifestations during realm breakthroughs.
Also figured out the deeper logic within.
At the Tier Two Qi Blood Body Refining Realm, the further cultivation involved bodily evolution.
For instance, later stages of Tier Two, the Refining the Organs, strengthening the physique immensely, like enhancing the source of life.
The body grows strong, with immense power, faster speed, accelerated blood production...
Under the effect of the cultivation technique, various benefits manifested.
Tribulation Points likely act as a catalyst, a method, a direction for progress.
So, according to the principle of energy conservation, where does this evolutionary power come from?
Chen Ping now understands.
From within the body.
The so-called "Qi Blood Body Refining" Martial Dao, mentioned even in past life Daoist family records, as a process of "Essence and Qi Refining."
However, the martial path Chen Ping practices does not follow the "Qi Transformation," but the road of "Blood Transformation."
The refinement involves not just any essence, but "Essence."
Transforming "Essence" into "Qi and Blood," forcibly metamorphosing, and reinventing oneself...
Tempering the muscles, bones, skin, flesh, organs, marrow, and blood, allowing the entire human body to evolve into a transcendent species.
Since it consumes "Essence," it naturally needs to be replenished.
Generally, martial artists absorb sufficient nutrition gradually during long-term cultivation, filling their essence, transforming it into abundant Qi and Blood, thereby achieving metamorphosis.
Therefore, nothing seems amiss.
But Chen Ping?
He forcefully refines, strengthening the organs in an instant without any supply.
As a result, after the essence is consumed, he presents the appearance of a sickly ghost.
Not to mention Han Xiaoru, even Chen Ping himself might not recognize himself in the mirror.
Nevertheless, despite the high cost,
it can be compensated later.
And the strength itself has made significant progress.
After achieving Great Success in "Silk Thread Puppetry," first, the spleen presents a yellowish hue, and an infinitely heavy feeling emerges in Chen Ping’s heart.
He just feels that as long as he stands on the earth, there is boundless physical strength, boundless power.
Like a giant stone standing on the mountain peak for hundreds or thousands of years, weathered by wind and rain.
Not only has his body become steady, but his spirit has also become steady, as if the pursuit behind him does not exist.
That calmness and indifference make him dare to face a few more masters and fight head-on.
An indistinct feeling that ordinary injuries are no longer a concern for him... being stabbed seventeen or eighteen times would just be like letting out some water.
...
It’s not over yet, besides the change in the spleen, the lungs have also changed.
In telepathy, the lungs seem to be covered with a silvery sheen like a thin veil, momentarily feeling like an illusion, Chen Ping feels his skin and muscles have become much tougher.
He looked at his skin and found no changes, thought for a moment, pulled out the Cyan Snake Short Sword, and lightly sliced it on his fingertip.
He then saw a thin white mark on his skin appear, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared.
’It’s true... the skin defense has greatly increased, ordinary weapons only cause significantly reduced harm to me. Even if a master imbues Inner Force, this flesh and bones can offset most of the damage.’
He clenched his fist and realized that his strength had progressed again, roughly estimating that it was thirty percent stronger than before.
’Isn’t the strength reaching eight thousand pounds.’
Without reckoning, it’s unknown; once reckoned, it’s startling.
Just thinking about having nearly ten thousand pounds of force with every swing of his arm made Chen Ping’s scalp tingle.
This was completely unimaginable in the previous life.
One can only say that this world is a paradise for martial artists, hell for ordinary people; once the gap between people widens, all kinds of unspeakable things happen.
When rules no longer form constraints, survival of the fittest becomes inevitable.
"Even if that Straw Hat Man catches up now, I’m not entirely without the ability to resist."
Though it seems still a bit hard to fight him, it’s no longer as powerless as before.
Of course, if they can hide for a while, they should hide for as long as possible.
It’s best to wait until dawn when he might leave on his own.
Thinking of this, Chen Ping turned his head and quietly asked, "How do you think he will try to find us?"
"In such situations, it’s nothing more than divination, tracking, and sensing methods... of course, some sinister means are not excluded, luring us out ourselves."
Han Xiaoru’s knowledge of the Jianghu is naturally above Chen Ping’s.
At this moment, after a slight thought, she suggested several methods.
Just as she finished speaking, both of them heard a peculiar voice in their ears that reached into the depths of their bones.
"Little mice, where are you hiding?"
The voice was like the hiss of a venomous snake, accompanied by layered echoes, even if the ears were covered, it could still be heard clearly as if it echoed deep in the heart.
Chen Ping felt his blood boiling suddenly with the rise and fall of the tone.
A rush of heat surged from the Dantian to his head, excitement, exhilaration, and an uncontrollable urge to rush out of the cave, sing a song, and dance joyfully.
Even Chen Ping felt this way.
Han Xiaoru, severely injured and with dissipated Qi and Blood, was even more unbearable at this moment.
Already her breath was chaotic, and sweat drenched her...
Her face was as red as if it would bleed.
The look she gave Chen Ping was also very abnormal.
"It’s Soul Searching and Soul Catching, Demonic Sound Skill, quickly knock me out..."
Han Xiaoru gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence.
