Mortal Alchemy

The Golden Core cultivator on the arena looked at Chen Ping strangely.

Chen Ping had inherited the sword techniques of Superior Gong Yue, and as a cultivator of the Punishment Peak, he naturally knew the power of his Peak Master's Myriad Forms Drifting Sword.

Chen Ping hadn't even displayed his sword techniques before admitting defeat.

Everyone was surprised and uncertain.

Was Chen Ping all reputation and no substance, or was the power of that ancient talisman too terrifying?

The Golden Core cultivator said indifferently, "Zhou Ying wins."

In the next moment, Zhou Ying flew off the arena, went to the betting table to collect her winnings, and quickly transformed into a stream of light and fled under the protection of the Talisman Peak disciples.

"!!!" Everyone gaped, stunned, and finally reacted.

"Chen Ping threw the fight, deliberately letting Zhou Ying win?"

"Could that woman be his Dao companion?!"

"Truly despicable!"

"Go, quickly chase after Zhou Ying and challenge her!"

Most of the disciples on the scene immediately turned into streams of light and hurried to chase after Zhou Ying.

The originally lively arena was suddenly left with few people.

Chen Ping, expressionless, transformed into a stream of light and returned to Gong Yue Peak.

At the peak, Bai Jianjia seemed to have timed it perfectly, having already brewed a pot of spiritual tea and poured a cup for Chen Ping.

Bai Jianjia covered her mouth and chuckled:

"Junior Brother, you're really sacrificing a lot for beauty."

Chen Ping said with a faint smile, "Senior Sister, that's not right. Junior Brother knew in advance that the internal strife within the sect was so fierce, so naturally I had to find a few allies. There's strength in numbers."

"Junior Sister Zhou can also be considered half one of us. Letting her have a spot in the Everlasting Sky Secret Realm will mean that she can scavenge more spiritual objects, so why not?"

Bai Jianjia nodded slightly, praising, "Junior Brother's move is ruthless enough, quite like our master."

"Who does Junior Brother plan to challenge next to get back the quota?"

The more Chen Ping benefited, the more she would indirectly benefit.

Chen Ping asked, "Is the timing right?"

If Chen Ping rashly went to make trouble for the disciples of the three peaks, and the timing wasn't right, they might not accept the challenge.

Bai Jianjia said, "The timing is right for South Planting Peak."

"South Planting Peak has been waiting for their Foundation Establishment Senior Brother Xiao Biemie to come out of seclusion. Calculating the time, he should be out in a few days. When that time comes, Junior Brother can go and issue the challenge."

"Xiao Biemie's strength is not bad. Junior Brother must be careful."

Chen Ping nodded slowly, "Then I'll have to trouble Senior Sister to keep an eye on the time for me. Huang'er has come out of seclusion, so I'll go and spend some time with her."

Bai Jianjia sighed, but did not stop Chen Ping.

Punishment Peak.

On the mountainside of the huge, sword-like peak that soared into the clouds, there were many dojos.

The middle and upper levels were the dojos of the many Golden Core cultivators of Punishment Peak.

And the pavilion courtyard below, near the clouds, was Meng Huang'er's dojo.

Her dojo was easy to find.

Because at this moment, celestial music was coming from Meng Huang'er's dojo.

The sound was extremely pleasant, even having the effect of purifying the mind and calming the heart.

And outside the door, many Foundation Establishment disciples of Punishment Peak gathered, seemingly seeking Meng Huang'er's love.

But they could only stand outside the courtyard and were not allowed to enter.

Chen Ping transformed into a stream of light and flew over. The eyes of these Punishment Peak disciples changed slightly: "How did Uncle Chen Ping come!"

"Could it be that he also received the news and came to seek Meng Shimei's love?"

"Hehe, my Punishment Peak only has one music therapist Shimei every few centuries. Even if Uncle Chen Ping comes, he may not be able to see Meng Shimei."

Throughout Punishment Peak, who wasn't a disciple with a special physique, spiritual body, or special spiritual root? Even so, disciples suitable for inheriting the path of music were extremely rare, often only appearing once every few centuries.

Once one could marry Meng Huang'er as a Dao companion, the Great Dao would be promising, with many benefits!

Like these disciples, each had to fight to the death outside, but Meng Huang'er had privileges, only needing to cultivate diligently.

Chen Ping landed, and these Punishment Peak disciples took the initiative to make way and cupped their fists respectfully, calling out:

"Uncle Chen Ping!"

"Mm." Chen Ping nodded slightly, came to the door, and called out, "Senior Sister Meng."

The other disciples were stunned. Senior Sister? Uncle Chen Ping and Meng Shimei already knew each other?!

A moment later, Meng Huang'er opened the door of the dojo and welcomed Chen Ping in.

All the disciples were dumbfounded!

Even more so, their eyes revealed jealousy: "Why?"

"It doesn't matter, it's just old friends meeting."

"It's not necessarily a matter of seeking love, relax."

Closing the door and activating the second-order restriction, no information from within the dojo would be transmitted outside.

Chen Ping looked at Meng Huang'er. At this moment, she was wearing a bamboo-colored Daoist robe, with an extremely outstanding temperament. Having cultivated the path of music, her temperament was ethereal and otherworldly, like a goddess.

Her appearance had also changed from the eleven-year-old of that year to fourteen years old, and the alluring figure that Chen Ping was once extremely familiar with was gradually recovering.

"Junior Brother!" Meng Huang'er threw herself into Chen Ping's arms, her head only able to rest on Chen Ping's chest and neck.

Chen Ping stroked her head: "Senior Sister has changed so much."

"Really?" Meng Huang'er chuckled, charming and coquettish: "Maybe it's because I haven't seen Junior Brother for too long."

Chen Ping put his arm around her extremely slender waist and sat down: "Maybe."

It had indeed been several years since they had last met.

"What is this Daoist robe that Senior Sister is wearing?"

He remembered that the Foundation Establishment disciples of the Eastern Xuan Sect all wore blue-gray Daoist robes.

But Meng Huang'er was wearing a green bamboo-colored Daoist robe…

Meng Huang'er said, "Doesn't Junior Brother know yet? I was accepted as a nominal disciple by Superior Yue Ya, so I can be exempted from some rules and stay in the sect to cultivate diligently."

"Nominal disciple?" Chen Ping suddenly understood.

"Senior Sister has good fortune. In the future, when you enter the Golden Core stage, you will be able to become a direct disciple of a Nascent Soul cultivator like me."

Within the Eastern Xuan Sect, not every Golden Core cultivator can become a disciple of a Nascent Soul cultivator, so the status and position of the hundreds of Golden Core cultivators within the Eastern Xuan Sect are further divided into different grades.

With only a little over two years left until the Everlasting Sky Secret Realm, Chen Ping told Meng Huang'er about the Everlasting Sky Secret Realm.

Meng Huang'er sat on Chen Ping's lap, holding Chen Ping's neck with both hands, her beautiful eyes full of love:

"I'll listen to Junior Brother's arrangements~"

"Is this a charm technique? No, Huang'er is cultivating the path of music. This path of music actually contains the power of charm?" Chen Ping hugged Meng Huang'er, only feeling that Meng Huang'er was becoming more and more alluring and charming.

"Huang'er~"

……

One day… two days… three days…

The dozens of Punishment Peak disciples outside the door were numb.

It wasn't until the token on Chen Ping's waist vibrated that Chen Ping walked out of Meng Huang'er's dojo. Before leaving, he turned back to Meng Huang'er and said:

"Huang'er, wait for my message."

"Mm-hmm." Meng Huang'er nodded with a blushing face and a shy expression.

The Dao hearts of these dozens of Punishment Peak disciples were shattered.

Chen Ping transformed into a stream of light and flew straight to South Planting Peak.

At this moment.

At South Planting Peak, a group of Foundation Establishment disciples gathered together to celebrate Senior Brother Xiao Biemie's cultivation to the peak of Foundation Establishment, and even more so, he had cultivated a secret technique:

"Senior Brother, you've finally come out of seclusion!"

"Recently, for more than half a year, that Punishment Peak has been staring at us like mad dogs!"

"They…"

Xiao Biemie heard about what had happened in the past six months, his brows furrowed, his face full of frustration, his eyes full of anger, and he slammed the table hard:

"Punishment Peak is bullying people too much! I will avenge you sooner or later!"

The reason he could cultivate so comfortably was all because the Foundation Establishment disciples banded together, recognizing him as their Senior Brother, and concentrating resources on his cultivation, in order for Xiao Biemie to participate smoothly in the Everlasting Sky Secret Realm, so that he could repay them.

At this moment, Chen Ping's voice, like a sound wave, transmitted into his dojo:

"Is Nephew Xiao Biemie present? Chen Ping of Gong Yue Peak would like to challenge Nephew Xiao Biemie. I wonder if Nephew is willing to accept the challenge!"

As soon as the voice sounded, the killing intent in Xiao Biemie's eyes surged, and he was shaking with anger:

"Too much! Too much bullying!"

As soon as he came out of seclusion, someone came to his door. The anger soared straight to the top of his head, and he immediately rushed out!