Mortal Alchemy

The Golden Core elder of the Exchange Pavilion narrowed his eyes instantly.

Chen Ping's face darkened.

A Nascent Soul's son?

That was indeed quite the background!

He could be considered the strongest second-generation cultivator in the Eastern Region's cultivation world.

No wonder he didn't take him, a Nascent Soul's direct disciple, seriously.

But, that was all.

Chen Ping's tone was icy cold: "If it were other spiritual objects, I would exchange them if my junior apprentice wanted them."

"But this Earth Treasury Immortal Orchid is related to whether I can advance to the Golden Core stage, so I cannot part with it."

Without the Earth Treasury Immortal Orchid, how could he refine the Golden Spirit Guiding Pill?

The title of Nascent Soul's son couldn't scare him.

"You don't know what's good for you!" A Foundation Establishment disciple behind Yan Xiuyang cursed.

Then, several people stepped forward and surrounded Chen Ping.

Chen Ping's eyes were icy cold: "What, if I don't exchange, are you planning to rob me?"

Yan Xiuyang's face had a hint of a smile: "Chen Ping, you chose to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

"I am at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and you are at the mid-stage, where did you get the courage?"

"The heavens are high and the emperor is far away, the identity of Nascent Soul's son cannot protect you."

"Oh?" A hint of killing intent flashed in Chen Ping's eyes: "Are you planning to violate the rules of the sect and commit insubordination?"

As his voice fell, a surge of spiritual power came straight towards Chen Ping, accompanied by Yan Xiuyang's arrogant voice:

"So what if I am?"

"Boom—"

The explosion of spiritual power spread, causing the people outside the exchange hall to be suspicious and uncertain. Was someone fighting inside the exchange hall?

"Swish swish swish—"

Black, white, and purple armor emerged from Chen Ping's body, and there was a hint of killing intent and fighting spirit in his eyes:

"That's exactly what I want!"

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

The Dharma Body Sword Avatar flew out from above Chen Ping's head!

Yan Xiuyang's pupils shrank: "Dharma Body Sword Avatar!"

"Attack together!"

In the next instant, five majestic streams of spiritual power surged towards Chen Ping.

But Chen Ping, neither dodged nor avoided!

He allowed the five majestic streams of spiritual power to strike him, and as the spiritual light dissipated, Chen Ping was unharmed.

Yan Xiuyang's expression changed drastically, and his pupils contracted to the extreme: "This… how is this possible!"

He, at the peak of Foundation Establishment, cooperated with four Foundation Establishment disciples, but couldn't do anything to a mid-stage Foundation Establishment.

Suddenly, he thought of something, and his throat suddenly became dry: "Ten… Thousand Manifestations Returning to Origin Sword…"

"Good knowledge, you guessed right." Chen Ping's icy voice rang out, and as the Aurora Sword slashed out, many lotus flowers bloomed.

"Clang—"

Then, dozens of cyan sword energies erupted, piercing through the five Foundation Establishment disciples, including Yan Xiuyang, causing them to lose their combat power. Chen Ping avoided their vitals.

The spraying of blood shocked everyone watching outside, and their eyes were filled with horror.

"Instantly killing five Foundation Establishment cultivators with one sword…"

"Killing a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator with a mid-stage Foundation Establishment… hiss…"

"This is the combat power of a Nascent Soul's direct disciple, it's completely different from us!"

"Nascent Soul's direct disciples are ultimately promoted based on their abilities. Although this Yan Xiuyang is a Nascent Soul's son, his talent and combat power are average, how can he compare to a Nascent Soul's direct disciple?"

"Otherwise, this Yan Xiuyang wouldn't be a Nascent Soul's son, but would also be ranked as a Nascent Soul's direct disciple."

Yan Xiuyang was severely injured and lost his combat power, lying in a pool of blood, his face flushed, and his features twisted hideously as he roared at Chen Ping:

"Chen Ping, if you have the guts, kill me! Kill me!"

Being instantly killed by a mid-stage Foundation Establishment when he was at the peak was such a great humiliation.

He had completely lost face today.

Chen Ping's face was icy cold, and he stepped on his head and face with one foot: "Today, you provoked me first, many people can testify."

"I, Chen Ping, am upholding the rules of the sect, therefore I will not kill you."

"But if you are unwilling and want revenge—"

"If you are not afraid of death, come find me!"

After saying that, Chen Ping released his leg and walked out of the Exchange Pavilion.

Many people in the hall were staring straight at Chen Ping, their eyes filled with awe, admiration, relief, schadenfreude, disapproval, and various other expressions.

A group of Foundation Establishment disciples took the initiative to make way for Chen Ping, allowing Chen Ping to leave here calmly.

Chen Ping put away the Aurora Sword: "…Eastern Wasteland Immortal City has become a place of trouble for me, it's better to leave here immediately and return to Floating Light Market."

Chen Ping went straight back to the Guo family's courtyard and asked his servants to notify the women to come over.

After a cup of tea, the four women arrived in front of Chen Ping.

Chen Ping said: "Immediately pack your things and return to Floating Light Market with me to avoid the storm."

The women's expressions changed slightly.

Madam Guo said: "…In seven days, only half of the accumulated goods have been processed."

Chen Ping swept her with a slightly cold gaze.

Madam Guo subconsciously shuddered and quickly lowered her head.

The current Chen Ping was sharp, fierce in combat, how could she withstand Chen Ping's current aura?

Chen Ping said: "In seven days, although the goods cannot be processed, you should have restored your network channels."

"There is no need to stay in Eastern Wasteland Immortal City, let the servants send messages to your friends, if you want to trade in the future, come to Floating Light Market to pick it up yourself."

"The price will be 20% cheaper than the market price, leaving 10% profit for them."

His words brook no question or refusal.

The four women had been by Chen Ping's side for a long time, and had long regarded him as their backbone, only Madam Guo was not very willing.

Seeing that her daughter Zhou Ying had not spoken, Madam Guo could only honestly agree:

"This concubine will notify the clansmen to come and pass on the message."

After another cup of tea, Chen Ping led the women out of Eastern Wasteland Immortal City, summoned the White Jade Flying Boat, and urged it to its maximum speed, heading towards Floating Light Market.

As for the boiling storm in Eastern Wasteland Immortal City, he didn't want to pay any attention to it.

…

Three days later.

Chen Ping, piloting the White Jade Flying Boat, arrived a thousand miles away from Floating Light Market.

And at this moment, under his feet was Floating Light Market's neighbor, Sea Cliff Market.

On the deck, Mu Luofei asked: "Junior Brother, why are we stopping here?"

Chen Ping controlled the flying boat to descend and said lightly: "It's time to resolve a grudge from a few years ago."

Meng Huang'er thought of something, her face suddenly flushed, and she wanted to step forward to hold Chen Ping: "No… no need… it's been so long…"

Back then, Floating Light Market was developing well and snatched away some of Sea Cliff Market's business and popularity.

Sea Cliff Market's Master, Huang Xunkang, had injured Meng Huang'er.

Chen Ping had always remembered this matter.

However, Chen Ping was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment at that time, with mediocre combat power, while Huang Xunkang was already at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

At that time, Chen Ping could only temporarily endure this anger.

But now.

Hehe.

A sword cultivator's revenge is never too late, even after ten years.

Chen Ping slapped Meng Huang'er's plump buttocks: "Just watch."

In front of the women, Chen Ping patting her buttocks like that was truly a bit ambiguous.

Meng Huang'er's pretty face flushed to the extreme, and she wanted to dig a hole and crawl in.

But subtly, none of the other women showed any unusual expressions.

Presumably, they had already made a judgment on Meng Huang'er's status and position.

Arriving outside Sea Cliff Market, Chen Ping's Dharma Body Sword Avatar flew out from his head.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sound of the sword resounded loudly, Chen Ping actually used the sound of the sword to form a sentence:

"Huang Xunkang, get out here!"