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" cough cough... Fortunately, it seems I'm not dead yet." Ren Pingsheng struggled to get up, feeling as if his body was falling apart. He walked unsteadily, fearing that even a gust of wind could knock him over.
However, the night was quiet. The moon shone brightly with few stars, and the wind was calm. Even the Fierce Beast was silent, with only the occasional chirping of insects.
"It seems that old guy is dead; this time I really got lucky." He staggered over to Zhao Jingshan's side and sat down on the ground. After observing for a while, he came to this exciting conclusion.
" cough cough... This time is truly tragic; I've sustained such serious injuries that it will probably take at least ten days or half a month to recover. That Warrior Strongman is not someone an ordinary person can deal with." Ren Pingsheng sat on the ground, not wanting to get up, reflecting on everything that had happened, feeling a mix of emotions.
If it weren't for his Pili Zi, he would have been in grave danger this time. The defense of the Thousand Silk Armor was also indispensable. One must know that a Qi Refinement Realm Martial Artist simply cannot withstand repeated attacks from True Qi.
Of course, there was also his ability to adapt and grasp the timing. If he hadn't used Zhao Zhuo's corpse, with Zhao Jingshan's speed and vigilance, the Pili Zi would never have reached him. In the end, he would have met his demise.
"Forget it; I should leave quickly! This Azure Valley entrance occasionally sees Outer Sect Disciples passing by; it wouldn't be good if someone discovered me." Although it was late at night, Ren Pingsheng didn't want to linger here any longer.
"Sigh, even though we have enmity, I can't let you rot in the wilderness." Ren Pingsheng searched Zhao Jingshan's body and collected anything useful. Then he dug a pit nearby and buried both their remains together. It could be considered a good deed.
After everything was taken care of, Ren Pingsheng dragged his exhausted body to a Little Tree forest a few miles away. It was relatively secluded and free from Fierce Beasts.
"Crack!" Ren Pingsheng set his fractured right arm back in place and applied healing ointment before securing it with some wooden planks. With only his left hand usable, it took him quite some effort to get it done.
"Hiss..." He took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged. The pain from just fixing his right arm gradually eased.
"So this is the complete version of the Seven Star Sword Technique? Indeed, the final High-Level Sword Technique is the Seven Star Continuous Strikes; it seems my thoughts were not wrong. What? This is actually a Mysterious Level Intermediate Sword Technique that can achieve up to thirteen stars in continuous strikes." As Ren Pingsheng counted his gains, he held a bundle of manuals and looked through them with astonishment on his face.
"This time I really made a profit. I got a Mystic Level Low Rank Sword Technique from Pan Longkun, a Low-Level Profound Technique, and now I've obtained a Mysterious Level Intermediate Sword Technique. I won't have to worry about my cultivation in the future."
"The Breath Technique, it's actually a secret method. This should be the technique used by Cheng Hu from the Tiger Howl Sect just before he died, the one that allows him to spit out sword energy! I didn't expect it to be a secret method." He found another good item among his spoils.
It's important to know that secret methods can only be cultivated by Warrior Strongmen, and any secret method is extremely precious. They can enhance a martial artist's strength either directly or indirectly.
"Cheng Hu really had good luck; I wonder where he got it from. It's a pity he only scratched the surface of it. This Breath Technique is also considered a valuable offensive secret method; it can spit out sword energy and can catch opponents off guard." Ren Pingsheng looked at it with a smile, turning it over several times before reluctantly putting it away.
"Although this time was fraught with danger and I was seriously injured, the gains were even greater. With these fifteen Qi Gathering Pills, I believe my cultivation will progress much faster from here on."
The Qi Gathering Pill is an elixir that speeds up the cultivation of Elite Disciples. The Qi Gathering Pill is effective for Outer Sect Disciples, while the Rising Qi Pill is effective for Inner Sect Disciples. However, the Qi Gathering Pill is even more precious because the materials required for its refinement are relatively rare.
Soon, night passed slowly, and a new day arrived.
Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes and woke up from his cultivation state. He had been circulating Spiritual Energy to recover from his injuries. His body was already strong, and combined with the healing medicine's effects, most of his injuries had healed. However, his right arm still hurt somewhat and had not improved significantly.
He had heard before: "Injuries to muscles and bones take a hundred days to heal." His physique was naturally beyond that of ordinary people, but he still needed ten days or half a month at least. This left him feeling somewhat helpless.
"I can't return to the sect for now; so many disciples have encountered trouble at once. If I go back looking like this, I'll definitely be suspected. Moreover, if some malicious people find out, I'm afraid there will be danger." Ren Pingsheng looked at the rising sun and fell into deep thought.
"It’s time to go back and take a look; I should seize this opportunity to return. Otherwise, who knows when I'll have free time again!" He gazed in the direction of Huangshi Village.
On the official road coming from the south and going north, people were bustling about. A horse-drawn carriage moved slowly along the path. The driver was a middle-aged man over fifty years old, with graying hair at his temples and deep wrinkles etched on his face by time.
The horse pulling the cart was entirely brown and looked quite strong, occasionally galloping joyfully under the driver's urging.
"Young master, at this speed, we should reach Yellowstone Town by tomorrow," the middle-aged driver said, turning back to the carriage.
"Oh, are we almost there? It has been a few days already," the person inside the carriage was Ren Pingsheng, who had just opened his eyes in a daze after meditating with his eyes closed.
He had left Little Tree Forest after staying there for three days. Upon reaching the nearest small town, he hired a horse-drawn carriage and informed the coachman of their destination, spending the time recovering from his injuries. They changed horses once along the way; Yellowstone Town was far away, and it was impossible for an ordinary person to travel such a distance. This coachman was someone he had switched to in a small town.
"Ha ha, young master. It has already been five days."
"Five days? Time flies," Ren Pingsheng sighed lightly, but feeling his right arm, which had mostly healed, brought a smile to his face.
It had been ten days since he left, and his fractured right arm was nearly healed. With just a few more days of rest, he would be back to his former self.
"Now I won't have to worry even if something happens." Not being able to move his right arm meant he could only exert half of his strength, which was quite dangerous. Now that it was healed, he no longer had to worry and could handle any danger with ease.
The carriage bumped along the road as the middle-aged driver and Ren Pingsheng chatted occasionally, helping to pass the time on their journey.
"Young master, we are almost at Yellowstone Town," the cheerful coachman said, raising his whip and increasing their speed.
"Finally here! This is your reward. I heard you mention you have a ten-year-old son; this is of no use to me anymore, so I'll give it to you." Ren Pingsheng left twenty taels of silver and tossed over a manual with a slight smile before disappearing.
"Young master... young master... it's ten taels, not twenty taels! You..." The middle-aged coachman shouted, but in the blink of an eye, the person before him was gone.
"This... this is still the Cultivation Manual!" After taking a look, he immediately showed a face of shock and joy. He glanced around to ensure no one was watching, then carefully tucked it away, bowed to the air, and hurriedly drove off.
Yellowstone Town looked no different from usual, bustling with people coming and going. A young man dressed in blue stood quietly outside the town, his expression somewhat complicated.
"I didn't expect that a year later, I would stand here again. It's just that times have changed; everything feels like a dream." Ren Pingsheng thought back to when he first embarked on the path of a warrior under the guidance of Father. In just one year, his achievements were astonishing.
However, once this path was taken, there was no turning back. One could either stand at the pinnacle of existence or fade into obscurity, ultimately becoming a pile of dust.
"I wonder if there will be another chance to stand here in the future." Ren Pingsheng had a premonition that if he left this time, he might not know when he would return.
The distance from Yellowstone Town to Huangshi Village was about a hundred miles. For Ren Pingsheng, it would take half an hour to reach.
It is said: "The closer one is to home, the more timid one feels." Ren Pingsheng truly understood this saying now. Returning after a year and looking at the still peaceful village not far away, he felt a mix of emotions and couldn't find the words.
But for some reason, as he gazed at the small village, his heart suddenly tightened, sensing that something bad might happen. However, he quickly smiled and shook his head, secretly laughing at himself for becoming overly sensitive after being away for so long.
"Clang... clang..." The sound of hammering came continuously from the blacksmith shop's entrance, accompanied by shouts.
"Uncle Wang really can't sit still; I wonder what he's forging now." Ren Pingsheng stood at the door; it was lunchtime, and there were not many people in the Surroundings.
"Uncle Wang, I'm back." He knocked loudly on the door several times and deliberately shouted.
Inside the blacksmith shop, there was a moment of silence before a man with bare arms ran out, sweating profusely and wearing an expression of surprise and disbelief. "Ren kid, you... actually came back!"
"Ha ha, yes, as soon as I came back, I came here. Aren't you excited?" Ren Pingsheng said with a smile, his joy completely genuine.
"Good, good. You don't have to go back today. Stay and have a couple of drinks with me, and tell me what you've learned this past year," Blacksmith Wang said, slapping Ren Pingsheng's shoulder hard with his large hand.
"I can't today; I still need to go home. Of course, if Father is willing later, we can come over together," Ren Pingsheng replied, not dodging the heavy slap from Blacksmith Wang. In the past, he would have grimaced in pain, but now he hardly felt anything.
"Uh..." Blacksmith Wang's expression darkened upon hearing this.
"What? Is Uncle Wang reluctant? Ha ha, then just come back with me. Father definitely won't mind."
"Sigh, let me tell you the truth, your Father is not in the village right now."
"Not in the village? Did something happen?" Ren Pingsheng asked, puzzled.
"I don't know either; it's just that this matter is unclear," Blacksmith Wang said, scratching his head in distress.
"What do you mean? Uncle Wang, please explain it clearly."
"Uh... actually, your Father has been missing for a month."
"What? Missing for a month? How could this happen..." Ren Pingsheng's eyes widened in disbelief. He had just managed to return home after such a long time and encountered this situation. Most importantly, his Father had been missing for a month; what on earth had happened?
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