Mortal Alchemy

Meng Huang'er bit her red lips tightly, her beautiful eyes filled with nervousness: "Junior Brother Chen, you must be careful when we fight later!"

"This person is extremely sinister. If he targets you, it's easy to be crippled or ruined."

Even with a formidable enemy before her, Meng Huang'er still wanted to maintain the demeanor of a senior sister in front of Chen Ping!

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is this person so bold as to dare to act so blatantly?"

Meng Huang'er said, "The Deacon Hall doesn't care about matters outside the Mu family's territory. As long as no one dies, they generally won't interfere."

"He relies on his strength at the twelfth level of Qi Refining to often steal other people's tasks and goods."

Chen Ping nodded.

Zhu Yaoyang looked down at Meng Huang'er from above, a sinister smile on his gloomy face:

"Meng Huang'er, be honest and hand over the task and goods you have."

"That way, you'll suffer less physical pain, and I won't have to destroy such a beautiful flower."

Meng Huang'er gritted her teeth and said:

"Impossible! I risked my life and worked hard in the black market to complete this task!"

"You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!" Zhu Yaoyang's magical power surged, and the pressure of the twelfth level of Qi Refining spread out:

"I'll give you one last chance to hand over the goods!"

"Don't force me to take action, otherwise, you won't just suffer physical pain!"

"Hehehe, this little junior sister of yours has a well-maintained, fair body. After forcing me to act, I'll have to taste your flavor!"

"You lecherous thief!" Meng Huang'er's face flushed red with anger: "We're two against one. If we really fight, don't think we're afraid of you!"

"Hehe..." Zhu Yaoyang sneered repeatedly: "You think you can deal with me with one at the eleventh level of Qi Refining and one at the tenth level of Qi Refining?"

"Even if you two come at me together, I wouldn't be afraid."

Meng Huang'er's face was pale, and her red lips were bitten until they bled: "Junior Brother Chen, I'm dragging you into this."

Chen Ping looked calm and said, "Senior Sister Meng, it's okay."

"Judging from the spiritual energy fluctuations he's emitting, his strength seems to be just so-so. There's nothing to worry about."

Meng Huang'er looked at Chen Ping in astonishment, unable to believe her ears.

Did he know what he was saying?

"Hmm?" Zhu Yaoyang narrowed his eyes, his fierce appearance fully exposed: "What did you say?"

Chen Ping gently patted his storage bag and took out a first-grade, high-quality Green Bamboo Jade Sword:

"I said your strength is average, so what?"

"A first-grade, high-quality sword-type magical weapon?" Meng Huang'er's beautiful eyes widened again, and a touch of color immediately returned to her pale face, giving her a bit of security.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became subtle.

A first-grade, high-quality sword-type magical weapon would cost at least a hundred spiritual stones.

Then, Chen Ping's aura changed, and he gently revealed the aura fluctuations of the twelfth level of Qi Refining.

"Hiss—" This time, Meng Huang'er gasped, her voice trembling slightly:

"Junior... Junior Brother Chen, you're at the twelfth level of Qi Refining?"

The Immortal Seed she brought back to the Mu family twenty years ago was now at the twelfth level of Qi Refining? For her, this was quite shocking.

And she had cultivated diligently for thirty years and was still at the tenth level of Qi Refining.

Suddenly, the atmosphere at the scene became somewhat frozen.

Zhu Yaoyang couldn't help but feel a palpitation in his heart. He didn't expect that the pretty boy standing next to Meng Huang'er was not only at the twelfth level of Qi Refining but also had a high-quality sword-type magical weapon.

Judging from the other party's appearance, his combat power seemed to be not weak, which was why he dared to disregard him.

All of a sudden, Zhu Yaoyang felt a little hesitant.

But after only two or three breaths, Zhu Yaoyang laughed loudly and immediately admitted defeat. Standing on his flying sword, he cupped his fists at Chen Ping, acting subservient:

"Hahaha, this brother, I was blind and didn't recognize Mount Tai. I didn't know that this Meng Huang'er was your woman. I offended you, please forgive me!"

"Zhu is willing to invite you both to Baisha Town to offer wine and apologize!"

"Please don't hold it against me, this rough man!"

Chen Ping's expression remained unchanged. Holding the Green Bamboo Jade Sword, he said coldly:

"What? Knowing that your strength is inferior to mine, you want to offer wine and apologize to settle the matter? Is it that easy?"

Zhu Yaoyang's expression changed slightly: "How is this person even more fierce than me?"

He said with a flattering smile, "This brother, I'm willing to compensate you with thirty spiritual stones, how about it?"

Meng Huang'er's breathing became slightly rapid, and her heart beat violently. Chen Ping's posture was exceptionally handsome and unrestrained.

Chen Ping said indifferently: "To be honest, thirty spiritual stones, that's such a small amount, I don't think much of it."

Zhu Yaoyang's face was a little ugly, and he was also a little flustered. He immediately gritted his teeth and said:

"Since you won't accept it, then forget it!"

He immediately activated his flying sword magical artifact to fly away, actually wanting to escape!

"Want to escape?" Chen Ping's eyes were cold: "Did you ask me?"

Chen Ping raised the long sword in his hand, and a green sword aura instantly burst forth, slashing towards Zhu Yaoyang.

"Ah!!!"

Zhu Yaoyang screamed, one of his legs was chopped off by Chen Ping, and fresh blood gushed out like a spring. His body was unstable, and he fell on the flying sword, quickly leaving this place.

Chen Ping looked at the leg Zhu Yaoyang left behind and pointed out a fireball technique with one hand, burning it to ashes.

Meng Huang'er watched in stunned silence, her face incredulous, and swallowed her saliva:

"Junior Brother Chen... you're so strong..."

Chen Ping put the sword back into his storage bag and laughed: "Senior Sister Meng, you're praising me too much. My strength is very average, it's just that this Zhu Yaoyang is too weak."

"He's outwardly strong but inwardly weak, not worth a single blow."

If he couldn't kill, Chen Ping would have slashed his neck with his sword just now, killing him immediately.

This time, Meng Huang'er completely breathed a sigh of relief: "Junior Brother Chen, I really have to thank you this time."

"Otherwise, I don't know what my fate would have been if I had fallen into Zhu Yaoyang's hands."

The beautiful eyes she looked at Chen Ping with were filled with a bit of fervor and awe.

But she didn't show any signs of love. She was already old and fading, a willow-like body, how could she dare to have such thoughts?

After resolving this matter, Chen Ping said, "Senior Sister Meng, if you have time next, how about I invite you to the market to have a cup of tea?"

Although Meng Huang'er had tricked him, she didn't know the truth about the Immortal Gate Token.

In the end, Meng Huang'er was kind to him, bringing him from that small village to the world of cultivation.

A look of joy appeared on Meng Huang'er's face, and she said with a smile: "Okay, I also need to go to the market to hand in a task."

"Market?" Chen Ping looked puzzled.

Meng Huang'er thought for a while and told him: "The task I accepted this time is a private job, so I don't need to go to the Deacon Hall to hand in the task, but rather meet at a shop in the market for the handover."

"I see." Chen Ping nodded: "That's good, then we'll go to Baisha Town."

Meng Huang'er took out her flying sword flying artifact, stepped on it, and then noticed that Chen Ping hadn't moved, and a look of doubt appeared in her eyes:

"Junior Brother Chen?"

Chen Ping looked embarrassed and said, "The reason I'm going to the market this time is because my flying artifact is broken, so I'm walking on foot."

Meng Huang'er chuckled: "Then Junior Brother Chen can ride the flying sword to the market with me."

After saying these words, a blush couldn't help but appear on her face.

Twenty years ago, when she took Chen Ping on the flying sword, she was holding him.

Now—