Mortal Alchemy

After returning to the Mu family, Chen Ping resumed his peaceful and monotonous life.

"Twenty-nine years old..."

"Then Senior Sister Luo Fei is also twenty-eight years old."

Chen Ping thought about her temperament and appearance; she maintained herself excellently, looking like she was in her early twenties.

However, cultivators in their youth have the blessing of magic power, so their appearance ages slowly.

It's only when the physical body passes its peak that the appearance gradually changes.

Chen Ping is now twenty-nine years old, but his appearance is still that of a nineteen or twenty-year-old.

Chen Ping soaked in the Body Tempering Powder, feeling his physical body slowly grow stronger, deducing the time:

"It will take about two more years to reach the second-order body cultivation."

He had been at the late stage of first-order body cultivation for quite some time, and now his physical body was approaching the peak of the first-order, but the key to transcending mortality was not easy to overcome.

"And it will take another year to reach the peak of the fourteenth level of Qi Refining."

After refining Ji Changsheng's soul, Chen Ping's spiritual consciousness soared to the limit. This hurdle of spiritual consciousness and soul raised his potential ceiling and accelerated his cultivation speed at the fourteenth level of Qi Refining.

He now had a deeper understanding of what came after the twelfth level of Qi Refining.

The spiritual power and physical body transformation of the twelfth level of Qi Refining can enable the physical body to carry more spiritual power. After the spiritual power becomes misty, a qualitative change occurs. The spiritual power promotes the qualitative change of spiritual consciousness, reaching the peak of the fourteenth level of Qi Refining. And finally, it is the spiritual consciousness that drives the physical body to reach the limit of change.

One link is connected to another.

"Then, after cultivating to the peak of the fourteenth level of Qi Refining in the Mu family, I will go out to find the Heavenly Spirit Fruit."

"As for the second-order demon core, I will wait for news from Zhou Ying, or wait until I break through to the fifteenth level of Qi Refining and go to the Eastern Wilderness to look for opportunities."

Feeling the spiritual power pushing the spiritual consciousness to become stronger, and the spiritual consciousness pushing the physical body to become stronger, this requires time and effort, and even more resources.

Therefore, he still had to refine more Body Tempering Pills to exchange for money and turn it into cultivation resources.

However, he was also reflecting on why his Azure Lotus Sword Essence was so weak, not as sharp and powerful as he remembered from Ji Changsheng's memories.

"Is it the magic weapon, or the physical body?"

"Or perhaps, both..."

His Azure Bamboo Jade Sword was only a high-grade first-order, not a top-grade first-order, and the power it could bear was limited.

"If I could get a second-order sword to test its power, that would be great."

"Or should I sell the second-order disc magic weapon and exchange it for a second-order magic sword?"

Chen Ping shook his head. This was a bit dangerous. Even though he had a good relationship with Zhou Ying, she had only promised not to reveal his Body Tempering Pill.

"If necessary, should I take a trip to the black market? Or ask Senior Sister Luo Fei to help me dispose of this second-order magic weapon?"

After staying in the training ground for three months, Chen Ping had to go to the market, one to sell the Body Tempering Pills he had made during this time, and the other to inquire about some news from Zhou Ying.

He didn't want to expose the White Jade Flying Boat, so he could only walk to White Sand Market like he did more than a decade ago. The distance of two hundred miles was not tiring.

Halfway there.

He suddenly heard the sound of hurried escape.

Chen Ping stopped, gently placed a hand on his storage bag, and calmly waited—

A moment later, a staggering figure appeared in front of Chen Ping. It was a Mu family disciple wearing a peach-colored Taoist robe, with a beautiful and refined appearance, a bit mature and charming, and a rather alluring figure.

She looked a bit disheveled, looking about thirty years old, but her beautiful face still felt somewhat familiar to Chen Ping.

Their eyes met.

Meng Huang'er's face was a bit ugly: "There's still an ambush, I'm done for!"

Just as Meng Huang'er was about to stir up her spiritual power to attack Chen Ping.

Chen Ping spoke first, his tone not very certain:

"Are you Senior Sister Meng... Huang'er?"

Meng Huang'er's peach blossom eyes flashed with doubt: "You are?"

The other party knew her? But he looked very unfamiliar.

Chen Ping laughed: "It really is you, Senior Sister Meng, it's me, it's me, Chen Ping."

"Chen... Ping...?" Meng Huang'er muttered, feeling a bit familiar, but also very strange.

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Twenty years ago, you were the one who brought me to the Mu family."

"Could it be that Senior Sister Meng has forgotten?"

Meng Huang'er's beautiful eyes widened: "It's you! I remember!"

She couldn't connect the dark, thin, and rustic child from twenty years ago with the tall and handsome Chen Ping in front of her.

But between his eyebrows, there were still two parts of that child's appearance.

Chen Ping laughed and cupped his hands: "It's been twenty years, I wonder how Senior Sister Meng has been?"

Seeing that it was an old friend, and the immortal seedling she had personally brought back, Meng Huang'er knew she had misunderstood.

She breathed a sigh of relief, tidying up her slightly revealing clothes and slightly disheveled hair, and said:

"Recently, not so good."

She didn't tell the truth. Facing the immortal seedling she had personally brought back, she wanted to maintain the demeanor and dignity of a senior sister in front of Chen Ping.

Her peach blossom eyes kept looking at Chen Ping, unable to see the depth of his cultivation aura. Chen Ping's attire was quite impressive and a bit expensive, and she couldn't quite figure it out.

Chen Ping scanned with his Qi Observation Technique and could see that Meng Huang'er was at the peak of the tenth level of Qi Refining.

Chen Ping nodded slightly and said: "After twenty years, Senior Sister Meng is still as beautiful as I remember, and even more charming."

Back then, Meng Huang'er was still a bit green in her work, but now her whole temperament and figure were quite mature and alluring.

She was indeed his type.

Meng Huang'er squeezed out a smile: "Junior Brother Chen has changed a lot, I can't even recognize you."

Chen Ping smiled and said: "People, they will all grow up."

"I never expected to run into Senior Sister Meng here."

Meng Huang'er was a Mu family's family-born child. Being assigned to work in the Deacon Hall back then should have been through gift-giving and connections.

"Senior Sister Meng is so flustered, has something happened?"

Meng Huang'er's face changed slightly: "I took a mission and was escorting something back to the Mu family, but I was targeted."

Chen Ping was a bit surprised:

"Can't be? This is under the rule of the Eastern Xuan Sect, and it's not far from the Mu family, yet someone dares to attack Senior Sister Meng, that's audacious!"

Even though he really wanted to attack Mu Xingling and directly take back the Immortal Gate Token to become a disciple of the Eastern Xuan Sect, he was afraid of many things and didn't dare to act yet, or even take the initiative to see her.

Meng Huang'er said with a bitter face: "The person who targeted me is from inside the Mu family."

Internal strife.

Chen Ping knew that there were undercurrents in the Deacon Hall. Some missions had generous rewards, and many people would compete for them, and even fight each other privately. Mu Luo Fei had told him about these things.

Just after Meng Huang'er's voice fell.

"Whoosh—"

A burst of air exploded.

Meng Huang'er's face changed drastically: "Not good, that Zhu Yaoyang is catching up!"

Chen Ping looked closely and saw a Qi Refining cultivator at the twelfth level with an gloomy and unkind appearance, standing in the air on a flying sword, expressionless, looking indifferently at Chen Ping and Meng Huang'er.