Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 380: Chapter 182: Turning the Tide, Seizing the Initiative (Part 3)

In the void outside the city, the ground below turned a glistening white, while the sky above was pitch black.

A colossal qi mechanism soared into the sky, with stormy winds and clouds swirling chaotically.

Only a white glow and black light entwined and clashed, a circular ripple arced back toward the city wall, and with a crash, half of the East City Gate wall collapsed.

Amidst the crowd’s cries of alarm.

There was a splash of blood, and endless Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi scattered in all directions.

Vitality fell like rain into the city.

Everyone couldn’t help but take a deep breath, feeling their qi and blood surging, their inner qi roaring.

"Another grandmaster has died."

Those who were aware of the situation all cheered loudly.

Previously, when Elder Kumu died, countless points of light scattered, enveloping half the city’s people, who all benefited at that moment.

This time, it was the same.

The two grandmasters died one after the other, and in the sky, it seemed to rain spirit rain, making everyone feel extremely comfortable, even the elderly who were sick felt much lighter and healthier inhaling the mist.

"My disciple is getting stronger and stronger. The next time he calls me master, I might be too ashamed to respond."

Sima Rou sensed the clash outside the East City Gate from afar, witnessing the Primordial Sword Form with its turning heavens, revolving yin and yang, she was at a loss for words.

Her mouth hung open, so shocked she couldn’t close it for a long time.

"In our sect’s chronicles, the fifth-generation ancestral master once roamed the world. It seems when he first broke through to the grandmaster, he wasn’t this strong. A duel with someone of the same level would take at least ten or eight moves to win, right?

But... but he..."

Han Wushang was also greatly astonished. If he didn’t know for sure, understanding that Chen Ping’s breakthrough to the Grandmaster Realm was only a few days old, he would have thought this junior nephew had possibly broken through to the mid-stage or even late-stage Unity Realm.

Facing two grandmasters, each with their own unique peerless skills, to kill one with a single move, scaring the other into not daring to make a move.

Even when retreating to save people and then pursuing, it was still just a few moves to kill one of the Cui family’s foundation tigers, right on the spot.

The reputation of the Cui family’s second tiger, Cui Bowen, he had heard of, but didn’t know how strong they really were.

The White Tiger Geng-Xin Blade Technique of the other party, how powerful it was, he hadn’t experienced. When that slash came earlier, he had no other method but to wait for death.

However, Han Wushang who established a Martial Hall down the mountain was considered well-informed about major events in the Jianghu.

He knew that among the Wind and Cloud Pavilion Cloud Pattern Assassins, there was a "White Tiger Heaven-Sundering Saber" that shook the north and south, having taken the lives of two elders from major sects.

This meant he had assassinated two grandmasters.

Though not certain if these were the same person, from this, one could deduce that mastering the White Tiger Geng-Xin Blade Technique, and being a Unity Realm Grandmaster with such formidable meteorology, was by no means a weak adversary.

Even in the Unity Initial Realm, such a person was considered strong.

Yet, they still died so easily.

So, just how strong is this junior nephew?

Never at any moment had Han Wushang felt so profoundly the unfathomable strength of Chen Ping.

The Primordial Golden Body Technique and Primordial Swordsmanship only in his hands did they truly shine with brilliance.

Even surpassing past ancestral masters by many times.

The stronger Chen Ping became, the more Han Wushang felt his face burning like fire, also feeling a bit embarrassed for his wife.

’Can you really handle such a disciple?’

"Why not have Chen change his form of address?"

Han Wushang said with a serious tone: "Right now, he’s only a major realm ahead of us, still so strong we can see his silhouette. In the future, if he breaks through to the Divine Martial Level to become a land immortal-like existence, if you have him call you master then, I fear... ku ku ku..."

Thinking of that scenario, Han Wushang could no longer hold back his laughter.

"Alas..." Sima Rou sighed long and deeply, her face drooping. Such a good disciple, she couldn’t bear to lose.

But, as a master, what could she still teach him now?

Almost becoming a mere decoration, a mere ornament?

"Why not change it? What would be a good title? Or, representing the master in accepting disciples, but no, my master couldn’t even withstand one move from him?"

So, having a disciple who’s too strong really puts pressure on the master.

"Why not just call... mother-in-law." Han Wushang rubbed his bald head, after holding it in for such a long time, he finally spat out a title.

Their eyes lit up; they exchanged a glance, secretly feeling hopeful.

So it was settled.

As for whether that silly girl had any objections, the two never considered it at all.

Even a blind person could see that their silly daughter’s thoughts were entirely fixated on a certain junior brother.

You’d say a big girl like that, for a man, riding horses, fighting battles, drenching in blood and rain, was beyond words.

If the battle keeps going, there might not be any femininity left.

It’s rumored that Chen once fled a thousand miles with the Little Commandery Princess Jinghai, the two relying on each other for survival, their relationship very deep.

Their own silly daughter was likely not much competition.

Even though Xiaoru was born with natural beauty and extraordinary talent again.

Yet, a normal Martial Hall disciple in comparison to a daughter of the Prince’s Mansion, always had a little bit less confidence.

Thinking of this, the two of them felt quite urgent.

"No, I have to find a way to walk between life and death a few more times, stuck just before the Golden Body Great Perfection, unable to break through, probably because the accumulated foundation isn’t enough, lacking the realization of life and death."