From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 221 The Figure That Descended from the Sky

No matter how much Zhang Ping pressed her for details, Murong Xi refused to reveal what the treasure was. In the days that followed, Zhang Ping did not give up on himself but instead practiced his martial arts by the lake, hoping that the increase in his cultivation would allow him to heal himself.

Murong Xi then went to practice the divine skills carved on the mountain wall.

The days passed by.

Zhang Ping's legs remained numb, which plunged his heart into despair.

Occasionally, stones would be thrown down from above, and people would even shout. Zhang Ping recognized the voices of those people as those who were chasing Murong Xi, so he did not respond.

The lakeside where he was located was shielded by a sloping wall, so people above the pit could not see him.

Those people lingered there, clearly suspecting that they were still alive.

Zhang Ping was worried that they would come down, so he dared not relax his vigilance every day.

Although his legs were broken, he was still confident that he could kill the attackers.

Even if he dies, he'll take a few people down with him.

……

On this day, snowflakes fell from the sky. Zhang Ping opened his eyes and saw snowflakes falling in the sunlight, which made him feel dazed.

He has been trapped here for more than a month.

He had considered whether to fly out on his sword. During this time, his energy had recovered by more than half, but he found it difficult to maintain his balance. It would be very dangerous for him to fly out of this 200-foot-deep pit.

Ultimately, it was because he lacked skill and the loss of his legs made it difficult for him to master the art of sword control.

Even if they escape, encountering the experts from Murong Manor would likely be disastrous.

"What is the origin of this Murong Manor? How can it have so many powerful experts?" Zhang Ping was filled with confusion.

He had never heard of Murong Manor before, and as a fourth-level cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm, he was finding it somewhat difficult to face that group of experts.

Although those experts were far inferior to those of the Yandao Sect, they were still enough to surprise him.

Indeed, one should not underestimate the people of the world.

The world is too vast; he has not yet achieved immortality and cannot be arrogant.

As he was lost in thought, Murong Xi emerged from the darkness, holding a red fruit in her hand.

"This is the last one. After we finish this, we can only go for a walk in the lake and see if there are any fish." Murong Xi came to Zhang Ping's side, handed him the red fruit, and sighed.

Zhang Ping glanced at her and said, "In that case, you can eat it."

He also had a lot of dry food and special spiritual food made by the cultivation hall hidden in his storage bag, but he had not revealed it to Murong Xi.

Murong Xi did not respond, but instead looked at the snowflakes flying above the lake. Her eyes were unfocused, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

after awhile.

Zhang Ping asked, "By the way, don't you think these fruits are special?"

Murong Xi snapped out of her daze, looked at him, and asked, "What's so special about it?"

“Lately, I’ve felt a change in my muscles and bones, a warm current flowing through me. I can only think of these fruits, but strangely…” Zhang Ping replied, but hesitated at the end.

He didn't sense any spiritual energy from these fruits, so logically, they shouldn't have any special effects.

Murong Xi hesitated for a moment, then said, "It has nothing to do with these fruits; it must be the Vermilion Bird's blood that has taken effect."

"Vermilion Bird Blood? What's that?" Zhang Ping asked in surprise.

Murong Xi took a deep breath and said, "You were poisoned before, and there was no cure. I can only use the Vermilion Bird Blood Jade that I always carry with me to treat you."

Zhang Ping felt embarrassed when he thought about that poisoning incident. It was absurd that a dignified cultivator could be poisoned by a martial artist. If this were to get back to the Imperial Spirit Hall, he would definitely be ridiculed.

It was that poisoning that severely damaged his vitality, which led to him being hunted down here.

However, when he thought of Bai Ning'er, who had also been poisoned by people in the martial arts world, he felt relieved.

The human heart is the most terrifying thing in the world, more terrifying than any magic!
"Actually, the treasure they're looking for is the Vermilion Bird Blood Jade. Now that's all right, it's been absorbed by you. If they come down, I'll definitely tell them the truth. Then they'll definitely skin you alive and take your blood," Murong Xi said with a gloating smile.

Zhang Ping rolled his eyes at her and said, "This Vermilion Bird blood can't even cure my legs, so it doesn't seem to be of much use."

Upon hearing this, Murong Xi immediately became anxious and said, "This is the most precious heirloom of our Murong Manor. It has been passed down through generations, and only this piece of Vermilion Bird Blood Jade remains. My grandfather entrusted it to me hoping that I would give it to him in the future..."

"Give what?"

"nothing!"

Murong Xi turned her head away, her cheeks slightly flushed.

The Vermilion Bird's blood is extremely yang, and women cannot consume it; only men can use it. However, she did not want to tell Zhang Ping this.

Zhang Ping was a cultivator, and even in the dim light, he could clearly see the changes in Murong Xi's expression.

He was not happy, but worried.

Oh no, the tribulation of the mortal world is coming!

Zhang Ping is determined to achieve immortality, and he cannot afford to be ruined by this woman.

He immediately changed the subject, asking, "How's the skill on the wall? Have you learned it?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Xi became excited. She looked at Zhang Ping and said excitedly, "You barely managed to learn it. That divine skill is incredibly profound. This time, you've truly turned misfortune into blessing. If you don't learn it, you'll regret it later. Don't beg me to teach you then!"

Zhang Ping pursed his lips, but her comment about turning misfortune into blessing made him realize something. Could consuming the Vermilion Bird's blood be considered turning misfortune into blessing?
Zhang Ping's thoughts drifted away.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, day and night.

In the days that followed, the surface of the underground lake began to slowly freeze, with cold air surging around it.

As noon approached, Zhang Ping was still cultivating when he suddenly heard a voice from the sky:
Is Zhang Ping of the Imperial Spirit Hall here?

The sound echoed like muffled thunder in the pit, startling Murong Xi, who was practicing her martial arts not far away.

"Yu Ling Tang?" Murong Xi looked at Zhang Ping in surprise.

She only knew Zhang Ping's name but not his background, and she couldn't help but wonder what kind of force this so-called Imperial Spirit Hall was.
Upon hearing the voice, Zhang Ping did not respond with delight. He frowned, hesitant, unsure whether he should call out.

Surely the people from Murong Manor couldn't have already figured out his identity?

But why would the people of Qingxiao Sect come looking for him?

There was still some time before the deadline he set for his disappearance, so it was unlikely to attract the attention of the Sword Sect.

Sudden.

A figure descended from the sky and crashed into the underground lake, breaking through the thin layer of ice and splashing water, startling Zhang Ping and his companion into immediately going on guard.

Murong Xi came to Zhang Ping's side and nervously looked at the lake.

As the splash subsided, a gush of blood, mixed with severed limbs, gushed out, a horrifying sight.

Zhang Ping seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head to look. He saw a figure riding a flying sword descending from the sky and landing in the air above the lake.

Sunlight shone on the man, who stood on a flying sword with one foot, his blue robes fluttering, making him look like an immortal in the mortal world, which made Murong Xi stare wide-eyed.

This person is actually flying in the air!

Xiao Wuqing hovered in the air, his gaze falling on Zhang Ping and the other man. He noticed that Zhang Ping's legs were broken, and he frowned as he asked, "Are you Zhang Ping?"

Zhang Ping looked at Xiao Wuqing and felt that he looked familiar, and soon he remembered.

Isn't this Xiao Wuqing, one of the three Xiao brothers?

The three Xiao brothers were dazzling geniuses within the sect, and Zhang Ping had naturally met them before. However, he never expected that the three Xiao brothers would come looking for him, which made him feel flattered.

"Yes, it is. May I ask what brings you here?" Zhang Ping asked cautiously, snapping out of his daze.

Could it be because he offended Duke Jing, and Duke Jing sent Xiao Wuqing to cause him trouble?

This is too cruel!

Zhang Ping thought about it and found it too absurd.

He couldn't think of any other reason why Xiao Wuqing would come to him.

It should be noted that even Zhang Yuchun, the head of the hall, could not mobilize the three Xiao brothers.

Murong Xi was quite surprised to see Zhang Ping so nervous. Even when Zhang Ping was poisoned and chased to the brink of death, he had never been so flustered.

After spending time together, she developed a strong admiration for Zhang Ping, but she didn't say it out loud.

So seeing Zhang Ping so nervous, she felt rather strange.

Upon hearing Zhang Ping's question, Xiao Wuqing frowned even more deeply, making Zhang Ping's heart skip a beat.

"Of course I'm here to save you. The people up there are all your enemies, right?" Xiao Wuqing replied.

This person is rather foolish. He's already in such a miserable state, yet he's worried that the other person will cause trouble when he meets him in a place like this.

However, he was very curious about Zhang Ping. For the sect leader to send the three brothers to search for him, Zhang Ping must have something extraordinary about him.

Zhang Ping was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. Although he didn't understand, hearing Xiao Wuqing's words relieved a lot of his pressure.

"Yes, they're the ones who pushed me into this situation," Zhang Ping quickly replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, screams rang out, followed by a series of men in black descending from the sky, falling behind Xiao Wuqing and crashing into the lake.

Throughout the entire process, Xiao Wuqing did not turn around. He looked at Zhang Ping and said, "With us here, you no longer need to live in fear. We will escort you back to the sect."

Zhang Ping gratefully raised his hand in greeting and asked, "May I ask why the three of you came to save me?"

“Naturally, it was arranged by the sect leader. We don’t know you. The sect leader foresaw that you might be in trouble, so he immediately sent us to find you. I’m also very curious, what is your relationship with the sect leader? Your treatment is almost as good as his disciple’s.” Xiao Wuqing answered truthfully.

Zhang Ping's eyes widened, wondering if he had misheard.

The sect leader personally sent people to rescue him?
Since he joined the sect, he has exchanged fewer than three words with the sect leader. It was only when they met by chance within the sect that he bowed to the sect leader, who greeted him with a smile.

In his eyes, the sect leader was high above him, like the sun in the sky, far away from him, and he never dared to dream of gaining the sect leader's favor.

At this moment, Xiao Wudi and Xiao Wuming landed on their swords, each carrying a person in their hands.

When Murong Xi saw her most hated third uncle being carried around like a chicken by Xiao Wudi, she felt both relieved and shocked.

She knew very well about her third uncle's martial arts skills; within the Murong Manor, he was definitely among the top five. How could he be in such a sorry state?

Xiao Wudi snorted, "These people are really vicious. Those hidden weapons are all coated with deadly poison. But trying to use poison against us is a bit laughable. How could people like us be poisoned by ordinary people?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Xi subconsciously looked at Zhang Ping. Zhang Ping felt her gaze, and his ordinary face turned bright red.

　This is the third update, a few minutes late, sorry. I had something come up when I got to 2400 words, so I was delayed QAQ
　　
　
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