parentshiftbook Chapter 244: Orcs
Chapter 244: Orcs
"what?"
A questioning voice came from the void, and then two more streaks of light flew out and attacked Zhang Ping!
Zhang Ping did not sit idly by and wait for his death; his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
The houses behind them were destroyed with a deafening roar! Strangely, the houses remained completely silent the instant they were destroyed by the streak of light, as if they were melting snow.
Zhang Ping's pupils contracted slightly when he saw this bizarre scene.
Only then did they notice that the area around their residence had been enveloped by a white light barrier at some point. Sounds from the outside could be heard inside, but noises inside could not be heard outside at all.
"what?"
From the darkness, a figure in black robes emerged, his voice hoarse and filled with doubt.
The shadows of the trees swayed gently, and in the night breeze, the black robe lifted slightly, revealing the wrinkled, tattered skin beneath. A foul stench emanated from him.
"Orcs?"
Sensing this aura, Zhang Ping frowned slightly and blurted out.
Orcs are humans who, through secret methods, fuse their bloodlines with those of demonic beasts, gaining immense power by modifying themselves. In the Taihu Lake region, such methods are considered unacceptable. In some remote areas, due to low spiritual energy concentration, cultivation is extremely difficult.
This gave rise to many cultivation branches, and the orcs became prevalent in a vast mountainous area in the southwest of Taihu Lake.
But how could a half-orc appear in the Immortal City of Penglai?
Despite his doubts, his actions were unwavering.
The suddenly appearing orc's strength was probably at the third level of the Divine Realm, which is the peak of the initial stage.
"Hmph, you're lucky."
Just as Zhang Ping was about to unleash his full power, the surrounding light screen seemed to be affected by external forces, turning into ripples and beginning to tremble violently.
The orc snorted coldly upon seeing this, and then his figure disappeared from the spot.
Zhang Ping watched coldly, carefully sensing the method by which the other party disappeared, without giving chase.
click-
The light screen shattered, and a hurried sound rang out.
"quick!"
Three streaks of light crashed to the ground, emanating the aura of the Divine Harmony Realm.
"The law enforcement of the Immortal City is here!"
The three men, dressed in special law enforcement robes made by Penglai Immortal City, swept their sharp eyes over Zhang Ping.
Zhang Ping nodded and briefly recounted the attack that had just occurred.
The enforcement team consisted of three people, two men and one woman, all of whom appeared to be middle-aged. The man in the lead had a foot-long beard.
He used a special token to search around the courtyard for a moment, then his expression changed:
"Are they assassins from the Demon Pavilion?"
"What?" The other two looked surprised when they heard about the Demon Pavilion.
"How did those guys end up in Penglai?"
"I don't know, I'll report to the general first." Han Yun's expression turned slightly grave as he put away the magical artifact in his hand.
He then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhang Ping, indicating that everything was alright. He then led his team away.
The whole process took no more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and Zhang Ping wasn't questioned much.
He simply swept the magic weapon over his entire body.
The enforcement team left.
The night was as dark as ink, and the bright moonlight once again stood overhead.
Bathed in moonlight, Zhang Ping's gaze lingered on the tree where the orc had appeared. He took a step and walked over.
Reach out and touch the tree trunk, applying slight pressure!
The bark on the tree trunk instantly shattered into fragments, revealing a completely black interior covered with dense black lines.
"It seems to be a kind of mobile array pattern?"
The carving of the array patterns took only a short time, within half a month.
Sensing the gazes cast upon him from the surrounding buildings, he casually stored the tree trunk into his spatial storage, then re-established the defensive formation before returning to his room.
The next day, it was broad daylight.
A young man dressed in a black robe walked down the street, passing numerous shops, until he arrived at the central ring of Penglai Immortal City. He paused slightly and stood before a magnificent building.
"Divine Weapon Pavilion..."
After standing there for a short while, the servant who was waiting at the entrance of the Divine Weapon Pavilion to greet guests quickly stepped forward. Sensing the faint sense of oppression emanating from this person, the servant's heart tightened slightly, and he respectfully asked, "Sir, have you come here to forge a divine weapon?"
The figure in black robes slightly raised his head, the orange sunlight falling on his face, highlighting his sharp features.
Zhang Ping nodded: "Let's go in and take a look."
After being attacked yesterday, he searched his room for enemies who might have sent orcs to attack him. Actually, there wasn't much need to investigate.
He was new to the area and had offended many people along the way, but when it came to hiring orcs with strength approaching the mid-stage of the Divine Realm to attack, only the Gongsun family and the Duan family could be considered.
The two people encountered on the flying boat were both local cultivators from Penglai Immortal City. Gongqing had died at his hands, but Duan Yu was unaware of this. He probably died the moment the ruins erupted.
Aside from these two, Zhang Ping couldn't think of anyone else who would go to such lengths to kill him.
For now, there's only one guess. However, based on last night's battle, he keenly realized that the issue of weapons couldn't be delayed any longer; the sooner it was resolved, the better.
I went out very early this morning.
The interior of the Divine Weapon Pavilion was very grand, with exquisite materials. Zhang Ping followed the servant to the third floor. Compared to the lower two floors, there were very few people on the third floor, and the few he encountered all carried the aura of the Divine Harmony Realm.
Walking into a reception room, across the wooden table sat an old man who had just finished his work sometime earlier, his clothes soaked with sweat. He was holding a teapot and gulping down a large mouthful of tea.
The servant waited until the old man finished drinking before cautiously saying, "Lord Li, this guest wishes to have a heavy sword forged."
The servant relayed Zhang Ping's request, and the old man responded with a somber sound, nodding as he said:
"Prices are set according to the rules of the cabinet, you all know that, right?"
Zhang Ping withdrew his wandering gaze, crossed his arms, and nodded, saying, "I understand. I'll prepare two sets of materials, and add one set of black marble. Will that be able to be incorporated into the blade?"
"Black marble? That's acceptable." Li Mengshan glanced at Zhang Ping with surprise, hesitated slightly, and then nodded in agreement.
Black marble is a special and very precious mineral. Adding it to the forging of weapons can greatly improve the sharpness of blades.
After agreeing on the price, Zhang Ping prepared to get up and leave.
The wind chimes behind the cubicle were touched, making a crisp sound. A reprimand followed:
"Grandpa! I've told you before, you can't drink this 'sharpening tea'!"
Suddenly, the young girl emerged from behind the curtain of the cubicle, carrying a small willow branch in her hand. She seemed to be angrily running to Li Mengshan's side and questioning him.
The previously sullen old man's solemn expression vanished the moment he saw the young girl, replaced by a childlike embarrassment. He instinctively stroked his beard and stammered, "Ha, well, we have guests, these are all for the guests, for the guests..."
As he spoke, he deliberately looked at Zhang Ping with an extremely strange expression.
Zhang Ping couldn't help but laugh when he saw it.
The girl clearly saw the problem and scoffed, "I don't believe it, it must have been Grandpa who drank it."
Unable to defend himself, the old man smiled awkwardly to himself.
Seeing such an amusing scene before leaving, Zhang Ping smiled and said:
"It is truly a blessing to be surrounded by the filial children and grandchildren of the elder. Farewell."