chsdbacks Chapter 52: Xiao Ling'er
Chapter 52: Xiao Ling'er
Zhang Ping stared at the description of the Black Dragon bloodline, his heart pounding. He never imagined that such a bloodline could actually be imprinted on him.
If successful, it will definitely make up for the weakness of my physical body.
He sprang up from the rocking chair and carefully placed the unicorn aside.
The black dragon bloodline was desirable, but the materials needed for the branding were completely unheard of. He had never heard of any of the four items.
Based on past experience, the more extraordinary the ability, the more bizarre the materials required.
His gaze then fell on the chains on the ground.
He frowned.
"These chains were taken from Anqing, but they don't look like his stuff. They were probably brought by Wuxianghun."
Looking back on the battle with Anqing, these chains played a decisive role. Without them, Anqing would have been no match for him.
Although the opponent was a master of bone forging, his techniques were limited, and most of his power relied on the chains.
Zhang Ping bent down to pick up the chain, held it in his palm and rubbed it, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.
"This thing is probably of extraordinary origin... and its usage is also unknown..."
He hesitated: should he take it out and use it, or should he find out the details first?
Such a powerful tool is a waste to leave idle; to use it rashly could lead to disaster...
Just as he was pondering this, the chain in his hand suddenly trembled slightly.
Zhang Ping's eyes suddenly sharpened, and black qi and blood instantly gathered in his palm.
The next moment, blood and qi flowed directly into the chains!
A sudden realization dawned on me: so that's how the chains are used!
With a sudden clench of his fingers, the chain hummed and expanded, instantly extending to over ten meters in length. The metal surface gleamed with a strange luster, and eerie patterns flowed across it.
"It requires demonic power to control it?"
He was slightly surprised, then withdrew his black blood energy and replaced it with ordinary crimson blood energy. The chains remained completely still.
"It really is a demonic artifact... but what about that holy aura from that day?"
Recalling that Anqing had once transformed it into a golden longsword, he tried to increase the infusion of black blood energy, but only felt that his control over the chains had deepened a little, with no other changes.
Zhang Ping sighed.
"It seems we still need to investigate this thoroughly."
He shook his head, controlled the chains to retract to their original position, and placed them back on the ground.
My gaze finally fell on that booklet.
"The Wheel of Fortune Technique"
It's time to change my cultivation method.
The introductory techniques I initially learned from the martial arts school were extremely rudimentary and had almost no learning curve.
The price was extremely slow cultivation. Even with the help of the Ghost Blade, which accelerated the accumulation of qi and blood, it was still not enough to quickly meet the needs.
"It's time to improve my martial arts skills..."
In the following days, Zhang Ping did not immediately go out to find materials for imprinting his bloodline, but instead focused on improving his cultivation.
The post-war county town was like a wounded beast, with all sides secretly licking their wounds.
Sitong Martial Arts School is now ruined. The filth-refining expert has fallen, and most of the flesh-refining martial artists have been wiped out, leaving only Wang Dashan struggling to keep it afloat.
Tianxing Martial Arts School is in a better position. Mao Xiangrong was seriously injured, but the school's foundation remained intact. If Ling Chuan were still alive, they would undoubtedly be the number one martial arts school.
Unfortunately, life is unpredictable.
……
"Whoosh... Break!"
In the small courtyard paved with bluestone, Fu Huiying carried a lunchbox, her gaze gently fixed on the figure cultivating in front of her, with a hint of barely perceptible attachment.
She never imagined that her unintentional act would become her lifeline today.
Fate plays tricks on people.
Suddenly, Zhang Ping let out a low shout, and the black qi and blood surrounding his body trembled violently, then surged like flames into the sky, increasing dramatically!
"Success! Flesh Refining Realm!"
Zhang Ping opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.
"This Reincarnation Divine Skill is stronger than expected!"
He raised his hands in surprise. After the breakthrough, his skin became smoother, and his muscles were clearly defined when he clenched his fists.
The improvement in physical strength far exceeded expectations.
He could clearly feel that his power had more than doubled compared to before!
"Let's eat first!"
Under the eaves, Fu Huiying saw that he had finished his breakthrough, smiled, and gently patted the lunchbox.
"good!"
The surge of energy and blood brought on by the breakthrough made Zhang Ping feel hot inside. He responded, took two steps forward, and picked up Fu Huiying in one swift motion.
"What... are you doing?" Fu Huiying hurriedly put the lunchbox aside, her face flushed, and gently punched his shoulder.
"If you're hungry, you naturally need to eat. My lady, just give in to me... Hehehe!"
The next moment, clothes fluttered down.
Two figures entangled under the eaves.
Her plaintive moans lingered for a long time.
The noise gradually subsided after more than half an hour.
Fu Huiying leaned against the pillar, feeling weak all over, and glared at him fiercely:
"Don't expect me to bring you food next time!"
Zhang Ping shoveled rice into his mouth and mumbled, "Last time, Madam said the same thing."
Fu Huiying was speechless.
Seeing her like this, Zhang Ping said no more and instead asked about the martial arts school's recent situation.
With Chongxin dead, the martial arts school has lost more than half its strength, so there's little point in continuing to operate it.
However, the martial arts school was quite wealthy, possessing not only gold and silver but also numerous properties in the prefectural city.
Zhang Ping already had a plan in mind. Now that he had won over the martial arts school's wife, this wealth should naturally belong to him. Perfect timing, he urgently needed a large sum of money to purchase materials for imprinting the Black Dragon bloodline.
After a hearty meal and drinks, they received most of the martial arts school's silver notes from Fu Huiying.
Zhang Ping walked the streets of Songping County and searched through all the herbal medicine shops in the town.
The result was disappointing. None of the four materials could be found.
"As expected, apart from the capital city, it's hard to find materials for imprinting demonic abilities in such a small place."
Although expected, disappointment was still unavoidable.
"Where should we look?"
The streets were bustling, and he stood by the roadside, his brow furrowed.
His gaze swept over a patrol of demon-slaying officers at the street corner, and a thought struck him.
"Oh, right! The Demon Extermination Bureau!"
The materials for the first Ox-Strength Beast Pattern were obtained from the Demon Extermination Division of Lingchuan.
A problem immediately arose: the Exorcism Bureau of Lingchuan sold materials to the public, but there was no such practice in Songping County. Given his status, he couldn't very well just go there directly to buy them, could he?
"Perhaps... we could try contacting her."
Zhang Ping suddenly remembered someone: Chu Hanwei.
She's the head of the Exorcism Bureau in Lingchuan, and she might have some connections in Songping County. Having her act as an intermediary is the perfect solution.
Following the address he had inquired about, Zhang Ping arrived at a secluded villa near the Xiao residence. This place was the epitome of luxury in Songping County.
"Does Chu Hanwei live here?"
He stared intently at the elegant courtyard gate, then reached out and knocked.
"Director Chu, Zhang Ping has come to pay a visit!"
With a creak, the courtyard gate opened by itself.
A clear, cool voice came from inside: "Enter."
Zhang Ping glanced inside and stepped inside.
Inside the courtyard, beside the pavilion and the rockery.
Two beautiful figures were sitting around a stone table, chatting happily.
One of them had a cold expression, but the corners of his lips were slightly upturned; it was Chu Hanwei.
The other woman had short hair, an oval face, and thin, slightly pursed lips, giving her a charming and cute appearance.
"Sister Wei, do we have guests?" Xiao Ling'er looked curiously toward the courtyard gate.
Chu Hanwei shook his head slightly: "We met once before, I don't know why you've come to visit." As he spoke, his gaze fell on the figure that was walking towards him.
Upon seeing the person's face clearly, her usually cold expression froze slightly.
A figure seemed to flash before my eyes as it waded through the rain.
"like……"