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"How many waves have we faced?" Gu Ping asked the person blocking their path, turning to Liu Lao Jiu for clarification.
Liu Lao Jiu shook his head, indicating that he had lost count. Ever since the incident in Jincheng a few days ago, people had started appearing on the road to ambush them. It was unclear whether anyone had followed them from behind or if they had anticipated their movements and set up an ambush in advance. Several times, they had relied on Liu Lao Jiu to force their way through.
Whenever they encountered cultivators, the three of them would stop at Dong Lai to rest. They would wait for the Daoist Sect members to arrive and help resolve their issues. After all, as long as the Radiant Daoist did not show up, Gu Ping could not afford for anything to go wrong with the Daoist Sect.
Bu Luo was doing well; there were no signs of trouble at the scene. Gu Ping felt that for the time being, his life was safe.
It was the eleventh wave.
Ling Chanzi suddenly closed his mouth, surprising both Gu Ping and Liu Lao Jiu. The little monk, who seemed so small, showed no fear amidst such chaos. It was hard to tell if he was like a young calf unafraid of tigers; he seemed quite accustomed to this kind of situation. Gu Ping didn’t ask, and Ling Chanzi didn’t say anything.
At that moment, Ling Chanzi surprisingly stated with a blank expression how many waves of enemies they had faced, demonstrating just how strong his composure was.
Although Ling Chanzi was also a cultivator and hadn’t reached Foundation Establishment yet, he was at least a Qi Refinement Stage cultivator, significantly stronger than Gu Ping. Unlike those wandering cultivators, Ling Chanzi could handle himself; he wouldn’t be forced into hiding like Gu Ping.
"Are there any cultivators nearby?" Gu Ping inquired.
"No," Liu Lao Jiu replied firmly.
"Then let’s charge through."
With that, the three of them spurred their horses forward.
The advantage of cultivators over martial artists was evident from Liu Lao Jiu’s performance as a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator. As blades and swords came crashing down towards him, Liu Lao Jiu showed no intention of dodging. He took the enemy's attacks head-on, drawing his sword and unleashing a wave of earthy yellow Blade Light that cleaved through three enemies in front of Gu Ping. The incoming blades aimed at Liu Lao Jiu were deflected by a faint earthy yellow aura surrounding him, failing to land a single hit.
Gu Ping charged straight through the crowd, ignoring Liu Lao Jiu and Ling Chanzi, continuing forward. He knew that those people posed no threat to Ling Chanzi and Liu Lao Jiu, and soon Liu Lao Jiu would catch up with him.
Bu Luo was likely out of the picture now. Gu Ping suddenly pulled on the reins, stopping right in the middle of the road. Not far ahead stood a young man, his eyes slightly glazed as he scrutinized Mistake.
The boy wore a unique outfit from Great Jin's Northern Desert. Gu Ping had seen it before: a short-sleeved, fitted garment that looked clean and neat, unlike the loose robes commonly worn by Liu Xia and the people of Great Jin. One style emphasized convenience while the other focused on etiquette, highlighting a significant difference between them.
The black fabric was outlined with red threads in a pattern reminiscent of the Northern Desert's distinctive leopard spots, making the young man with his hair tied up appear exceptionally handsome, giving off a youthful general vibe.
"Light Path Classic?" Gu Ping ventured cautiously, aware that he might not have time to enter the Great Green Mountain realm.
"Light Path Classic, Yaoguang Sect, Fu Xiaohai," the young man replied calmly, showing no signs of urgency as if he held all the cards and wasn't afraid of any tricks Gu Ping might play.
Gu Ping stood face to face with Mistake, just a few meters apart. He introduced himself directly, curious about what Light Path Classic intended.
"Do you have the item?" Fu Xiaohai asked seriously.
Gu Ping nodded.
"Hand it over, and I will be satisfied."
Handing over the items, the Daoist Sect would surely not let him go.
Both of them wore smiles, coincidentally lifting the corners of their mouths at the same time, observing Mistake with no hint of sincerity, feeling quite disdainful in their hearts.
He is stronger than me; I am just a mere mortal, so I have no qualifications to negotiate with him. Fu Xiaohai stated this fact, and Gu Ping indeed was just a mortal.
Oh, but he didn’t think so. He had the items in his possession, so he had the right to sit at the negotiation table. Am I wrong?
As he spoke, Gu Ping quietly pulled out a book from his pocket, opened it, and then retrieved a Firestarter from his waist. With a swift motion, he ignited the Firestarter with the book.
I can’t do that; if I did, I would surely die, and no one would save me then. Fu Xiaohai remained calm, convinced that Gu Ping wouldn’t go that far.
If he doesn’t do it, he will still die. Why not drag the Light Path Classic down with him? That debt would be quite worth it. Gu Ping grinned widely, almost laughing out loud.
Fu Xiaohai frowned; he suddenly felt that Gu Ping wasn’t joking.
Bu Luo made Gu Ping feel uneasy as Dongyi’s weapon clashing sounds echoed behind him. Liu Lao Jiu then appeared beside him and asked, “What’s going on? Are you alright?”
Gu Ping glanced at the fallen sleeve darts—cross-shaped shurikens. If I don’t deny it, had Liu Lao Jiu not blocked Dong Lai’s attack, Gu Ping might have already lost his life. Bu Luo was fortunate that Liu Lao Jiu arrived in time to protect Gu Ping from that strike.
Very good! Ha ha! Gu Ping acted somewhat deranged as he roared, “So this is how the Light Path Classic operates?”
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