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"Looks like there's no chance for a peaceful night; I should leave immediately!" Back at the large tree where he had rested earlier, Ren Pingsheng checked his surroundings and found no traces left behind. Without any hesitation, he mounted his horse and set off towards his destination, two thousand miles away.
Originally, he had planned to take three days, traveling during the day and resting at night, to reach his goal gradually. However, it seemed that this plan was no longer feasible. Who knew what kind of people would appear in that place tomorrow? As a disciple of the Evil Sect, was that burly man the only one around, or were there other disciples of the Evil Sect nearby?
He was unclear about these matters, so the only option was to leave this place as quickly as possible, as far away as he could. This way, even if someone searched nearby, they wouldn't suspect him two thousand miles away.
Although it was night, it had no effect on the Black Demon Horse, which continued to fly at high speed. It seemed that traveling eight hundred miles by day and six hundred miles by night was indeed true. No wonder it had the bloodline of a demon beast.
During the following time, Ren Pingsheng had no mood to pay attention to the scenery around him; he focused solely on rushing ahead. Occasionally, he encountered some passersby—ordinary people and some martial artists. However, due to the speed of the Black Demon Horse he rode, others barely noticed him before he was already far away.
"Oh! Is that Pan Mountain Town up ahead?" Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief; this journey had gone smoothly without encountering any suspicious individuals. It seemed that either the burly man had no accomplices or they hadn't discovered any clues, so they were momentarily clueless and naturally didn't have time to pursue him.
In fact, he guessed correctly. Luo Qingsong had killed the Young Master of Establish a Family and seized a Sword King Token. As a result, he was being hunted down by the Evil Sect. The revenge was just an excuse; their main goal was actually that Sword King Token.
When the burly man first discovered the injured Luo Qingsong, he pursued him alone with a simple thought: to quietly eliminate Luo Qingsong and then keep the Sword King Token for himself. He was merely a named disciple of the Evil Sect's Grand Elder and relied on ancestral connections; within the sect, he held no significant status.
Naturally, the Sword King Token had nothing to do with him. Unwilling to accept this, he took action. With his cultivation level, even if Luo Qingsong were uninjured, he wouldn't be his match—let alone when Luo Qingsong was already wounded!
Unfortunately for him, fate did not favor his plans. He cornered Luo Qingsong and seized the Sword King Token but ended up in a situation where both were severely injured and he fell victim to the poison of the Black Serpent.
If he could suppress the poison with all his might and had already taken an antidote pill, he could hold out for three to five days; by then obtaining an antidote would not be difficult given his status.
Regrettably, he encountered Ren Pingsheng spying nearby. Fearing exposure and seeing that Ren Pingsheng only had a cultivation level of Qi Refining Seventh Layer, he entertained thoughts of silencing him. Little did he expect that it would lead to his own demise.
No wonder he held such deep resentment towards Ren Pingsheng, wanting to drag him down even in death. If it weren't for Ren Pingsheng's appearance, he could have obtained the Sword King Order and had the chance to become a king-level powerhouse, even dominating a region.
"Let's rest well in the town for a bit. We've been on the road for two days and nights without any rest," Ren Pingsheng said as he dismounted and entered the Panshan Inn in Panshan Town.
"Waiter, get me a room, and please take good care of my horse," Ren Pingsheng called out to the waiter at the entrance, tossing him a silver coin before handing over his horse and heading upstairs to rest.
He slept for five or six hours, and when he woke up, it was already midnight. Occasionally, a few pedestrians hurried by on the street, bundled up against the cold weather.
"This is a good time; no one will disturb me. I can take stock of my gains," Ren Pingsheng said after washing up, his face looking more refreshed. He had been rushing for the past two days and had only taken a quick glance at the most valuable items; he hadn't had time to sort through everything else.
"Hey, what's this pill? I haven't seen it before," Ren Pingsheng said as he took out everything from his spatial bracelet and spotted a bottle of pills that he unfortunately hadn't seen before.
"It doesn't look like a detoxifying or healing pill. Could it be a pill used by warriors to enhance their cultivation? Yes, it should be that way." Although he didn't know the name of the pill, he figured it out with a little analysis.
"There are eight of these pills; I'll keep them. They might come in handy later. These seem to be some ores and some spiritual herbs. Could this be..." Seeing a piece of charred wood, Ren Pingsheng's expression changed.
"That's right; this should be Thousand-Year Thunderstruck Wood. How could they have such a precious item? But now it's mine; this is a great treasure."
"This is... Wood Element Pill. I can't believe it's this item; I got it without much effort!" His face was filled with joy. This pill could only be considered an auxiliary type of pill, mainly used to assist in body refinement.
Body refinement can sometimes cause damage to muscles if one is not careful or if training is too intense. The Wood Element Pill has gentle properties that can slowly nurture any bodily injuries. This allows those refining their bodies not to suffer excessive burdens from continuous training or hidden injuries.
This type of pill was exactly what Ren Pingsheng needed for the third level of his Nine Turns Body Refinement Technique. There was none of this kind of pill in his sect, which had troubled him for quite some time. He didn't expect to obtain it so easily; now he could cultivate the first three levels of his body refinement technique.
He now naturally understands the benefits of body refinement, not only the increase in strength but more importantly, the enhancement of physical toughness and resilience. This has unimaginable benefits for his breakthrough in cultivation. Even the spiritual energy in his Dantian is one-third more abundant than that of cultivators at the same level, and this is the reason.
Next comes some things that are not particularly useful, but even so, Ren Pingsheng is satisfied. He knows that one cannot be too greedy. After all, there are only two warrior strongmen, and even if there are good items, they are limited.
When he saw the Sword King Token, his heart burned with excitement. Although he did not yet know its specific function, the opportunity to become a king-level strongman was impossible not to be enticing.
"First, let's clean off the deadly poison on it." Ren Pingsheng took a wooden basin, filled it with clean water, and tossed the Sword King Token into it. Soon, a faint blackness floated on the surface of the water. After repeating this process three times, the water in the basin finally showed no further changes.
"To be safe, I should clean it a few more times." After spending another half an hour, he cautiously picked up the black Sword King Token, which was three fingers wide and half a foot long.
He did not know what materials this token was made of; holding it in his hand felt extraordinarily hard. Even a magical weapon-level sword could not leave a single mark on it. The venom that had dripped onto the token was also in a similar state. It looked smooth and fluid, like a finely crafted toy sword.
Upon closer inspection, one side was engraved with the number forty-eight, while the other side bore the name Changping Wang.
"This Changping Wang should be a king-level strongman. What does this forty-eight mean? Is it the forty-eighth token? Or does it represent time?" Ren Pingsheng could not figure it out for a moment, but he believed he would know soon enough.
After putting away the Sword King Token, Ren Pingsheng looked at the three items laid out on the table. Three manuals: one on advanced sword techniques called Mountain-Sea Sword Technique, one on advanced Palm Technique called Shura Palm, and one on advanced Movement Technique called Phantom Shadow Step.
"The Mountain-Sea Sword Technique and Shura Palm are both ultimate skills from that Evil Sect's strongman and Luo Qingsong respectively. It seems I can't learn them; otherwise, wouldn't that reveal my connection to these two?" He certainly would not do something so foolish.
"However, I can learn this Phantom Shadow Step. They previously did not use this technique; it seems either they haven't learned it or only grasped superficial aspects that are useless. This way, no one should know about this Movement Technique."
The main point is that this Movement Technique has some similarities with the Phantom Moon Movement Technique and is even more sophisticated; its effectiveness in close combat is better. Therefore, he decided to take this risk.
Phantom Moon Movement Technique After all, it is just a mid-level Movement Technique. Although it is working quite well now, once he becomes an Elite Disciple, it may not be as effective. Having finally encountered such a satisfying Movement Technique, he naturally did not want to give it up.
"I'll learn this Phantom Moon Movement Technique. After all, many Movement Techniques are ambiguous and may not be recognized by others," Ren Pingsheng ultimately made his decision.
In the following time, he stored all useful items in his spatial bracelet, which he hung around his neck. He carried the other two in his hands.
"Time to cultivate; this is not a time for leisure." Ren Pingsheng calmed himself and began to push through the eighth meridian, which had already been mostly opened.
A new day arrived, and the small town became lively again. People came and went, vendors shouted their wares, children laughed, and occasional shouts could be heard. Ren Pingsheng got up and stepped outside; he wanted to take a good look at this small town.
His mission target this time was the bandits of Dapan Mountain, located a hundred miles away from the town. He needed to understand the surrounding situation clearly before proceeding with his next actions.
The town was not large, with a population of only about twenty thousand. Most were ordinary people, with only a small number of martial artists present, but their cultivation levels were not impressive. After walking around, Ren Pingsheng found that the highest level of cultivation was only at the sixth layer of Qi Refining.
However, Ren Pingsheng heard an interesting piece of news: the bandits from Dapan Mountain had actually targeted this small town. They demanded two hundred thousand taels of silver within a month; otherwise, they would attack the town. There had even been a formal written notice issued.
Regardless of the circumstances, this area was still nominally under the jurisdiction of the Canglan Sword Sect. Although it was on the fringes and had little enforcement power, since they were asking for help, it would be inappropriate to ignore them. This was also why the Canglan Sword Sect had issued this mission.
"It seems that this matter is indeed interesting. However, there is no rush; there is still a month left. I can use this time to break through my cultivation level. By then, no matter what happens, I will be able to respond calmly," Ren Pingsheng thought to himself, though his gaze flickered slightly.
"For some reason, ever since I left the sect, I have felt an inexplicable sense that something is about to happen. It seems unlikely that I would feel this way for no reason; I fear there may be unforeseen changes involved. I must be cautious. It appears that breaking through my cultivation level is currently the most urgent task; I need to focus on it."
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