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Near the inn, one could certainly witness the spectacular scene of Gu Ping's breakthrough amidst the gathering clouds and winds. If not, Yiran could appreciate this sight, which might be greatly beneficial; however, this place was indeed mundane, and it was feared that no one could comprehend its true essence.
I am grateful for my words that awakened him from his misguided path. If not, I truly wished to assist him; how could I possibly seek great things from him?
Whatever I said would be disregarded anyway, as he did not understand.
Yang Yan was tightly nestled in Gu Ping's embrace. She had never regretted meeting that young scholar who had just come of age; she had never felt fear in helping that downcast youth. She had never forgotten that fluttering feeling in her heart, and now, leaning against his chest, what more could she desire?
Gu Ping gently rested his leg on Yang Yan's shoulder. Guided by the Light Spirit Power, he helped Yang Yan silently communicate with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. He attempted to forge a Spirit Bridge outside of Yang Yan's body using the method his master Yin Tianheng had entrusted to him before leaving, hoping to connect her with the energies of heaven and earth. As the Spirit Bridge took shape, it was as if Yang Yan were already a cultivator.
Feeling the Spiritual Energy flowing slowly through her body, Yang Yan began to feel drowsy, unsure of what to do. Half an hour later, she fell asleep in Gu Ping's arms, and her Spirit Bridge was finally completed. As for what steps lay ahead, it would depend on her own fate.
Gently placing Yang Yan on the bed, Gu Ping stepped out of the guest room. Cultivators battled against fate, possessing extraordinary powers yet engaging in trivial matters. Such immortals were difficult for even Gu Ping to judge as good or bad; after all, one must look out for oneself or face dire consequences—I don't deny that.
At this moment, the sleeping Yang Yan perhaps did not realize what kind of path she had embarked upon or what challenges awaited her.
As the sun rose high in the sky, Yang Yan called out loudly. The caravan that had rested overnight at the inn was now ready to set off. Jie Donglai warned them about the Hungry Tiger Gorge, where bandits often lurked. Although they had witnessed Gu Ping's prowess firsthand, none in the caravan had seen a true cultivator in action; thus, they remained cautious—I don't deny that.
Entering the carriage, Yang Yan quickly entered a meditative state. Following Gu Ping's instructions, she began to sense the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy and practiced her breathing techniques. With Gu Ping forging a Spirit Bridge for her, it became easy for Yang Yan to draw spiritual power into her body. Even if she could not pursue greatness, she could still extend her life—a long-held wish fulfilled—no wonder she awoke excitedly like a child.
At this moment, Gu Ping found no reason to linger in a girl's carriage any longer. Lying idly in a cargo cart with a straw in his mouth, he chatted daily with Yuan San'er beside him.
Having finally broken through to the Golden Core Realm, Gu Ping felt a surge of confidence even as he faced the Nine Nether Person alone. With the insights gained from his recent experiences, he knew that even without actively absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, the spiritual essence surrounding him would fill his dantian. He just needed to truly assimilate that energy, and soon Gu Ping would return to the Peak of Golden Core realm. At such a pace of cultivation, he thought, perhaps only Ye You could keep up with him.
But thinking of Ye You reminded Gu Ping of that long Great War against the demons. He wondered how it had all begun. If Bu Luo had not failed, Ye You would have surely come looking for him with Yoyo by now, instead of allowing him to remain in such a leisurely state.
He recalled the might of Zhu Xian Mountain's swordsmanship, which was truly unstoppable and awe-inspiring. Although Gu Ping was also skilled with a sword and possessed the Overlord Sword, its power was astonishing and its speed unmatched, it paled in comparison to Zhu Xian Mountain. He couldn't deny that.
Especially when Zhu Xian Mountain unleashed its first strike, the towering peak transformed into an unfathomable chasm in an instant. One Great Sage fell while another was injured. The technique of concealing the sword in its sheath while restraining its sharpness was something Gu Ping had never witnessed before. When Zhu Xian Mountain faced two Divine Cultivators whose realms surpassed his own, it must have reached an unparalleled level of mastery. After this battle, Zhu Xian Mountain's strength would surely ascend to new heights.
Now there were four great powers before Gu Ping: Youluo, Hades, demons, and now another force of slaughter. Each gate loomed like an insurmountable mountain in front of him.
At this moment, his only ally was a severely injured light force. Even from his current position as Gu Hong, he could see that a sect beset by external troubles and infiltrated like a sieve—the Moon River Sect—along with the uncertain situation of the Great Qin Ying Clan, made it questionable whether they could hold back the Nine Nether Army north of Shi He Shan. If there were further betrayals from behind, even the celestial being Dong Fan would be of no help.
He wondered how his master Yin Tianheng was faring. If he could deal with the radicals within the light faction, perhaps Cangqing Mountain could serve as a stable rear guard. Moreover, if the demon race remained inactive, they would continue to thrive as a species. If they joined the fray, who knew how chaotic the war would become?
After all that talk, Gu Ping realized he hadn't demonstrated any real skills yet. Wouldn't it be better to show off a bit for everyone to see?
Suddenly interrupted by Yuan San while he was boasting, Gu Ping found himself lost in thoughts that were hard to articulate. Hearing Yuan San and others egging him on brought him back to focus; he straightened up and prepared himself.
Let’s see what happens next.
He took out the magical sword he had won during the Outer Sect competition and gently sent it towards Tian Zai. The sword soared through the air, flying around the carriage.
The rough men around them had never seen a cultivator wielding a flying sword before; they were immediately awestruck and nearly regarded Gu Ping as a celestial being.
Buluo Cultivator For them, it's almost the same as Bu Fou Immortals are not much different; otherwise, how could there be talk of divinity? Once one steps into that realm, the distinction between immortals and mortals is gone. Don't think that Gu Ping is just sparring with Divine Cultivator every day. If it were Ying Wuyi and Leng Gucun, just seeing a single Divine Senior Brother in Pingyue would make them happy for several days, let alone being taught by a Divine Cultivator like Gao Dong.
Retracting his sword, Gu Ping immediately looked around. How about that? A cultivator's flying sword can take a life from thousands of miles away—impressive, right? Quickly, pour me some wine. When the bandits come, I'll take care of them all by myself.
Where did this arrogant kid come from? Tomorrow, the elders of Tiger Howl Mountain will see how I deal with them all.
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