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"Ha ha, it seems that the young brother is also a cautious person. Since that's the case, we won't force it," the Scholar-like Young Man said with a dismissive smile.
"However, since we have met before, let me give you something, young brother. This is an antidote specifically for treating corpse poison, which is the most troublesome thing in Wanzang Valley. I imagine you didn't prepare for this on your first visit!"
"Thank you, I really didn't prepare this," Ren Pingsheng said, his guarded expression relaxing a bit as he reached out to take the porcelain bottle being offered.
But just as their hands were about to touch, the Scholar-like Young Man suddenly wore a sinister grin. With a flick of his hand, a gust of wind surged forth and struck Ren Pingsheng's chest.
The expected scene of blood splattering did not occur; instead, the hand struck nothing but air and created a large pit in the ground far away.
"How could you... it's impossible! How could you evade my attack?" The Scholar-like Young Man's sinister grin was replaced by shock, making him look somewhat ridiculous.
Ren Pingsheng, standing three yards away, wore a cold smile: "There's nothing impossible about it. From the moment you appeared, I had my suspicions. Now it seems my doubts were entirely justified."
"When I first encountered you, I wondered how you knew so much. You also casually mentioned breaking through the Warrior Strongman bottleneck with an Elixir, clearly trying to lure me into Wanzang Valley. At that time, I didn't take it to heart. But when I ran into you again and noticed that you were concealing your cultivation level, I realized there was something wrong. I feared that your entry into Wanzang Valley was also for me!"
"That's right, that's right. I underestimated you. I didn't expect that someone from such a sect would have such meticulous thoughts and be so cautious that I couldn't succeed. But even if you know all this, what does it matter? In front of us both, do you think you still have a chance?" The Scholar-like Young Man calmed down and confidently said as he and his companion blocked Ren Pingsheng's path.
"Oh really? It seems that there should be some tricks on me that you did; otherwise, I don't believe you would have been so lucky to run into me. It looks like you've done this kind of thing more than once or twice."
"Hmph! With your level of cultivation, there are at least eight or ten who have died at my hands. You can't escape!"
"Heh heh, then it seems your harvest should be quite good. Unfortunately, you've picked the wrong target this time. But since we've met, I'll send you to reunite with those who have been killed. That way, you won't be lonely," Ren Pingsheng said with a light smile while holding his Refined Sword.
"It seems I overestimated you before. Although you are a bit meticulous, you are still an arrogant fellow. If you die here, no one will know." The Scholar-like Young Man sneered. Both drew their swords, attacking without mercy.
"What a pity for two lives; you can rest easy!" Ren Pingsheng stepped forward, creating heavy illusions, his figure appearing to advance and retreat, seeming far yet close. The overlapping images made it impossible to distinguish reality from illusion. This was the High-Level Body Technique, Phantom Shadow Step, which he had recently mastered.
"Second Brother, be careful; this Movement Technique is strange. It must be a High-Level Body Technique." His keen eyes quickly discerned the truth.
The Silent Youth looked around warily at the surrounding figures. His gaze darted about, trying to identify which was real and which was fake.
"It's you!" he shouted, lunging at the figure attacking from the front. Unfortunately, he struck nothing but air as the figure vanished.
Another shadow attacked from the side; he dodged and slashed again, but it was another illusion. He continued to attack relentlessly, yet each time it was just a phantom.
"Which one is real? Which one is real?" The Silent Youth's face showed signs of anxiety and even fear. Surrounded by countless illusions, he could not tell truth from falsehood. All he could do was keep attacking, keep attacking.
However, after a quarter of an hour passed, not only could he not find Ren Pingsheng's true form, but he also had to remain vigilant against hidden attacks, causing his nerves to fray.
"Second Brother, calm down. He is testing your patience; don't act recklessly," the Scholar-like Young Man called out amidst the heavy illusions.
"I know, I know... but this can't go on. Haha, I've found you..." He suddenly shouted in frustration when there was a loud crash.
Then came a soft sigh that barely reached the wind. A Sword Light pointed at the Silent Youth's throat, and a splash of blood appeared.
"You..." The Silent Youth clutched his throat as blood flowed through his fingers.
"Don't worry; you won't be alone for long; someone will soon come to accompany you." Ren Pingsheng smiled gently, and as the wind blew past, his figure disappeared completely, leaving behind a lifeless body.
“Second Brother!” The Scholar-like Young Man shouted, immediately adopting a defensive stance with a wary expression. However, the surrounding phantoms merely smiled lightly. At the same time, they drew their swords and attacked him, making it seem as if a dozen people were striking at once.
“Hmph, you can't deceive me with these tricks.” He blocked several attacks and countered a few as well, but he couldn't find Ren Pingsheng's true form. With a cold grunt, he gathered energy in his sword, which exploded instantly, creating a whirlwind that made all the surrounding phantoms vanish.
Ren Pingsheng quietly watched from a distance without saying anything. With a swift step, he appeared right in front of him. A Sword Light shot forward like lightning.
“Hmph, engaging in close combat with someone of higher cultivation is truly seeking death.” The Scholar-like Young Man sneered coldly. He flicked his sword to block Ren Pingsheng's attack, already planning how to counterattack after blocking this move.
Ren Pingsheng seemed oblivious to the upward strike of the sword. With a gentle flick of his wrist, at the moment their swords crossed, the force unleashed from his sword knocked the opponent's blade down while simultaneously accelerating his own sword.
The Scholar-like Young Man's face changed drastically as his pupils constricted; he retreated rapidly. Although he was quick, Ren Pingsheng’s sword was even faster, reaching his throat in the blink of an eye.
He turned pale as cold sweat poured down his face, arching his body back to evade the sword aimed at his throat. Naturally, Ren Pingsheng would not allow him to succeed; the tip of his Refined Sword trembled lightly and bent downward into an arc, directly pressing against his throat. The power within the sword erupted instantly, causing blood to spurt out.
This caused the Scholar-like Young Man's movements to come to an abrupt halt as he fell heavily to the ground. In his mind, he thought that by leaning back at that moment, he could have rolled aside and avoided this deadly strike.
Unfortunately, the outcome was completely different from what he had anticipated because he had not expected Ren Pingsheng to be so proficient in Sword Technique. Not only were his attacks sharp, but they also changed unpredictably. During an attack, it was often impossible for others to foresee it. One misstep led to another mistake, and ultimately the price paid was one's life.
“Hehe... I didn't expect... that I really wouldn't be able to leave this Wanzang Valley. If Third Brother finds out, he will surely laugh with delight!” The Scholar-like Young Man stared wide-eyed, looking very unwilling.
Not far away, Ren Pingsheng shook his head, lost in thought and unsure of what to say.
These three individuals were also ones who planned ahead; whether it was their casual conversation in the tavern that attracted attention or the subsequent mention of an Elixir that could break through the bottleneck of a Warrior Strongman, they would undoubtedly lure many people in. Especially those disciples from various sects who had little experience and overestimated their own strength.
With their tracking methods and deep disguises combined, it would indeed be easy for one or two disciples to fall victim to their schemes here. It seemed that what he had previously said about having killed at least eight out of ten people who died by his hand was not mere exaggeration.
It's just a pity that this time they set their sights on Ren Pingsheng, and the outcome was quite tragic. Not only did they gain nothing, but they also lost their own lives in the process.
Thus, having a good judgment of people is very important. At least in critical moments, it won't lead you to lose your life for no reason without any awareness.
Ren Pingsheng discovered quite a bit from the two of them. It seems their previous gains were indeed substantial.
"Wow, there are as many as fifteen Spirit-Enhancing Pills. These are quite useful even for Elite Disciples. It looks like I won't have to worry about pills in the future, and my cultivation speed might even increase a bit."
"Haha, I actually got a high-level Movement Technique. It seems that even without relying on the sect, I can learn this high-level sword technique Movement Technique quite well," Ren Pingsheng said happily.
In the sect, one can only exchange various high-level sword techniques Movement Technique without restrictions after becoming an Elite Disciple. Of course, one can only learn techniques that suit them; anything beyond that is merely for reference, as no one can cultivate everything. However, being able to master all high-level sword techniques Movement Technique before becoming an Elite Disciple still made him very pleased.
"The Azure Emperor's Breath-Concealing Technique. What kind of skill is this? Could it be a technique for concealing one's own aura?" He flipped through it with some confusion and instantly understood the purpose of this technique.
It turns out that the Azure Emperor's Breath-Concealing Technique is an auxiliary technique for suppressing one's own power fluctuations and can also hide one's true cultivation level. It is said that when cultivated to perfection, one can completely suppress their fluctuations and appear just like an ordinary person. Moreover, one can freely hide or display their cultivation level as desired without being detected by others.
"This is also a good item. I wonder if it's theirs or if it came from some unfortunate fellow. The Azure Emperor's Breath-Concealing Technique? Could it be a technique created by a royal-level expert? Although it's just an auxiliary technique, it's still quite astonishing," he sighed with both admiration and excitement.
Such a powerful figure is currently out of reach for him. This made him feel dejected while also filled with desire. He believes that one day he will reach that level too—no, even higher and more peak places.
Perhaps to others, this is just a wishful thinking, but with such strong confidence, at least he will go further than those who dare not dream! Climb higher!
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