parentshiftbook Chapter 243: Nighttime Attack
Chapter 243: Nighttime Attack
It's actually a sect token?
Zhang Ping's gaze was fixed on the floating token, his expression one of surprise.
He never expected that Li Shu would catch the eye of a high-ranking cultivator in the arena and be given a sect token.
"That's a bit strange. Even if they saw his potential, wouldn't it have been better to give him something like a spiritual medicine or treasure?"
A hint of suspicion arose in Zhang Ping's mind, but soon his gaze was fixed on the field again.
Li Shu looked at the sect token in front of him, but instead of taking it immediately, he respectfully bowed towards the sky and expressed his gratitude.
Then, with bloodstains still on his hands, he rubbed them on the tattered hem of his clothes and carefully placed the sect token into a small pouch on his chest.
It's just a regular little bag; there's no storage bag for the books.
Under countless burning gazes, he had nowhere to hide.
Even under the watchful eyes of many, with countless prying gazes fixed on him, he showed no fear.
Instead, after putting it away, he raised his head towards the 100,000 cultivators around him, his eyes filled with the indomitable spirit of a young man.
The cultivators were astonished. This young man was ruthless and could withstand great situations without showing any fear. If he were to escape a calamity that would lead to certain death, he would surely become a great man!
Zhang Ping's gaze mingled with the crowd as he pondered how to obtain the sect token.
It would be a shame to miss out on a ready-made sect token. As for the methods used, there's no need to elaborate.
"A fantastic battle! The young man below can leave through the thirteenth secret passage."
The arena's announcer flew into the air, bringing the day's ten gladiatorial matches to a close.
Li Shu, meanwhile, walked into a dark underground passage under everyone's gaze.
Along with him, several other cultivators with solemn expressions also left, flying off in different directions through the entrance to the arena.
"What a pity, I didn't expect the arena to provide a secret passage for that kid to leave!"
Lin Lun slammed his hand on the armrest and said fiercely.
Upon hearing this, Xiang Chunyuan's expression darkened, and he whispered a reminder: "We're here for training, not to undergo tribulation!"
They are all scions of famous families. What kind of behavior is it to openly rob others of their treasures? If word gets out, it will bring a bad reputation to their families.
For these large families, reputation may be worthless when it's useless, but when it comes time to use it, no amount of money can buy it back.
Lin Lun clearly knew this too, and waved his hand impatiently, shutting his mouth.
Having watched several battles in a row, and having traveled around Penglai Immortal City for the past few days, the group was quite exhausted.
Ready to return to my lodgings to rest.
Before leaving, Xin Yuhan hesitated for a moment, then suddenly walked up to Zhang Ping and said earnestly, "Join us. You are quite strong, and training with us in Penglai will bring you many benefits."
Zhang Ping was pondering how to find Li Shu when his scattered pupils focused on Xin Yuhan. A smile appeared on his face.
"No, you guys are amazing. I prefer to travel alone."
Without feigning aloofness or mockery, Zhang Ping answered her question in a calm and even tone.
Xin Yuhan wanted to say something more, but Lin Lun walked over.
"Yuhan, I told you before, we can't just bring people in. Otherwise, it'll cause a lot of trouble."
Lin Lun glanced at Zhang Ping, then turned to Xin Yuhan and reminded her.
Hearing the commotion, Xiang Chunyuan also came over. He had originally intended to bring Zhang Ping into the team, having had this idea on the flying boat. However, while watching the battle earlier, he noticed that Xin Yuhan's gaze frequently drifted towards Zhang Ping.
Although he didn't show it on his face, he always felt a little uneasy inside.
Within the team, he and Xin Yuhan had the best family backgrounds and the highest cultivation potential. In addition, their families also had some small business collaborations and knew each other.
The others in the team thought the two of them were a good match to become a couple.
Xin Yuhan is quite beautiful, and Xiang Chunyuan naturally appreciates beauty as well.
Subtly, that feeling had already taken root in my heart.
He was unwilling to bring Zhang Ping into the team at this point.
"Yuhan, if this fellow Daoist is unwilling, then let him go first. We have all been traveling for several days and have gained a lot. We will be discussing the Dao together tonight."
Upon hearing the words "discussing the Dao together," Xin Yuhan's urge to speak subsided considerably. She gently shook her head, looked at Zhang Ping, and replied:
"Since you are unwilling, I cannot force you. However, I hope that when we meet again, we can exchange a few blows."
Zhang Ping maintained his smile and said, "Okay."
He stood still as he watched Xin Yuhan and her group leave.
Only when the evening breeze began to cool and the surrounding guests were scattered did he turn around and go down the stairs.
As night fell, I returned to my small courtyard.
He found a brush and ink and began to draw on a piece of Xuan paper. Soon, a heavy sword appeared on the paper.
The heavy sword has no edge; it is made entirely of black iron, with some diamonds added to the main body to increase its hardness. It is further supplemented with some special spiritual ores to increase its flexibility.
During the daytime viewing of the battle, although the strength of the two sides was not significant to him, and the overall battle was not particularly exciting.
However, Zhang Ping also gained some insights from this.
Take weapons, for example.
He had long had the idea of forging weapons, but due to a lack of materials in Luhua City, even if he forged them, the quality would not be high enough.
Therefore, it has been delayed until now.
I just happened to earn a lot of spirit coins at the arena today, which is perfect for forging weapons.
For Zhang Ping, there were only two directions for forging weapons: swords and sabers.
After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, he finally decided to forge a heavy sword.
In terms of skill, his swordsmanship is inferior to his saber technique, but he excels in being upright and honorable.
In the art of swordsmanship, most skills are innate to the sword spirit, especially the three styles of the Ghost Blade, which appear somewhat sinister.
It's hard to guarantee that some hotheads won't cause trouble for us.
While his swordsmanship may be lagging behind for now, his mastery of swordsmanship is constantly improving. In the long run, he may well catch up with his saber technique.
The ink was thick and rich, falling in dots onto the paper.
A cool night breeze blew into the room through the half-open window, and the long hair that was draped over her back was also scattered and fell down with the gentle caress of the night breeze.
Suddenly, Zhang Ping stopped writing.
His eyes flashed like lightning as he looked out the window.
In the darkness of night, a willow tree stands in the courtyard beside a stream that flows through the hall.
At this moment, the night wind howled, but the willow tree remained completely still.
It was as if the entire tree had been frozen in time, creating an eerie and inexplicable scene.
Zhang Ping stood by the window and asked in a cold voice, "Who has come here?"
As his voice fell, a sound like shattering glass rang out, the space in front of him shifted and changed, the willow tree began to return to normal, and a willow leaf drifted down from a branch with the wind.
In mid-air, it transformed into a streak of light at an extremely fast speed, arriving silently and in an instant!
Zhang Ping's pupils contracted, and a phantom image rose out of thin air behind him, standing ten feet tall!
Make a handshake forward with one hand!
The gray mist claws blocked the stream of light!