Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 386: Chapter 184: Xianggu Fragrant Grass, Great Desert Golden Eagle (Part 2)

For some people, happiness is just that simple.

A little thing can bring them joy for a long time.

No matter how dangerous this journey is, we will ensure your safety.

Chen Ping thought silently, noticing the sun was already setting. He formally said, "Ancestral Master, Master Uncle, speed is of the essence, we mustn’t delay. Otherwise, we should hurry and strike at the Cui Family during the banquet, capturing all their experts in one fell swoop."

The words, although spoken plainly, were brimming with grandeur, making Sun Yun and Han Wushang feel their blood boiling, as if they could see mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

They all understood the underlying meaning of Chen Ping’s words.

He wasn’t talking about some world-shattering assassination or a battle deciding the fate of their power.

He was saying, "Let’s go have a meal."

The tremendous confidence conveyed in his words was infectious.

"Alright, today I shall hazard my life accompanying the gentlemen, and meet with those Cui Family experts alongside the Sect Leader."

Sun Yun stroked his white beard, a hint of blood coloring his face, and spoke with resolve.

This former Sect Leader Sun Yun, now held the position of Preaching Elder within the sect, and even in the Xingqing Prefecture army, held the position of Master of Swordsmanship for the sixty thousand strong troops.

He had shut himself away for thirty years, losing the way forward, focusing every day on honing his cultivation to prevent regression, and to perfect his swordsmanship.

Not only was he deeply versed in the Primordial Swordsmanship, but he was also well-versed in major sword techniques from various sects and unique techniques passed down in the Jianghu.

In contrast to his conservative personality, he was indeed a master in the art of swordsmanship.

Otherwise, in the past, he wouldn’t have been chosen as the Sect Leader in the first place.

When Chen Ping first descended the mountain, he suppressed his own strength and competed purely in sword techniques against him, going over thirty moves before gaining the upper hand, and not until fifty moves did he defeat him.

It can be said that this cheap Ancestral Master Sun Yun is the strongest practitioner of sword techniques among the Innate Experts Chen Ping has seen, without a doubt.

Thus, appointing him as a Martial Arts Instructor was not only appropriate, but perhaps excessively so.

Han Wushang nodded heavily, took hold of the horses, prepared some spare items, and the group mounted and spurred their horses, heading straight for Xianggu County.

Besides Chen Ping, at present, the most likely to make a breakthrough in the heat of combat are these three.

As for Han Xiaoru, there’s no need to say much. She is currently in a state of relentless advance, perfectly poised to ride the waves and break through.

But Sun Yun and Han Wushang faced the same problem.

Which was having too few experiences of dueling between life and death, with Sun Yun shutting himself off for three decades, facing little pressure.

And Han Wushang, who grew up carefree on the mountain, married a lovely wife, and having a cute daughter.

After descending the mountain to open a school, he acted cautiously, avoiding conflicts with others, and even when sparring, he was always careful not to offend.

The only time he was enraged and took action was when his woman’s incident happened, finding the Straw Hat Man using the Clear Wind Shadowless Sword in a desolate area, he punched him into pieces.

It’s evident that while these two may have quite a bit of practical experience, true life-and-death pressure has been too few and far between.

A few days ago, when the Changhe Gang and Cui Bowen from the Cui Family attacked, Han Wushang was tightly entangled by Lih Yuandong, unable to achieve a quick victory.

Not only could he not secure a swift victory, but he also fell behind at the start.

This was a huge blow to him.

He realized his deficiency was actually in having a lack of courage—a lack of bloodthirsty fervor.

He knew he had to take extraordinary measures, to break through mental barriers, refine the heart, and thus spur rapid advancement.

Success or sacrifice—those were the only choices.

Han Wushang became enlightened.

Sun Yun naturally understood too.

This was also the reason the two followed along.

Of course, they also went with the mindset that, should anything unexpected happen, they’d fight desperately with all they have, ensuring Chen Ping’s safe retreat.

They could die, but Chen Ping could not.

This point, was perfectly clear to both generations of the Primordial Sect’s members.

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This journey was neither long nor short.

They traveled along the official road, through Luoqiao, passing Wangcheng, straight to Xianggu.

It was a journey of more than three hundred miles.

If it were on Earth of the previous life, Chen Ping admitted he couldn’t find any horse that could run over three hundred miles within an hour.

But in this world, impossibilities became possibilities.

The blue flower horses they rode were not considered prized steeds, only having the advantage of sleek coats and long legs.

But with their blood Qi infused, achieving Man and Horse Unity, these horses became engulfed in blood flames, like wild dragons emerging from the depths, galloping rapidly, making the surrounding scenery blurry.

They crossed mountains and leapt over streams, passing through two counties, before reaching an open plain.

The riders slowed their pace and, in a grove, changed into new disguises.

Chen Ping didn’t need to change much, donned a scholar’s long robe, relaxed the muscles around his eyes and cheeks, performed the Silk Thread Puppetry, adjusted his bones to make his height slightly shorter by three inches, and transformed into a gentle-eyed, jade-like-faced traveling scholar.

He carried a long sword at his waist, held a folding fan, and opened and closed it with elegance.

He was the epitome of "a gentleman as fine as jade, unmatched in the world."

Han Xiaoru couldn’t take her eyes off such a disguise, just staring in admiration, as if seeing her favorite sweets and pastries from childhood.

It wasn’t until Han Wushang couldn’t stand it, coughing so hard beside her that it seemed like smoke was coming out, that she snapped out of it.