"Let's go back. After a while, Six Gates should receive the news."
Watching Zuo Duanshou emerge like a ghost from behind the tree, Chen Ping casually discarded the straw hat and the drab gray clothes, lowered his voice to speak, waved his hand, and the two disappeared into the thick night.
The sky had just turned dark, and the road was already deserted.
It's not because it's too dark to see the way.
Chen Ping now understands that once it's night, soon patrollers will appear, patrolling back and forth.
If anyone is found walking on the streets, regardless of whether they're thieves, they'll be treated as thieves.
At best, they'd be caught and jailed.
At worst, they'd be beaten to death on the spot…
The consequences are quite serious.
Although he's not too afraid of being caught by the patrollers, he also doesn't want unnecessary trouble at this moment.
As for staying on the scene to enjoy their "criminal" success, he doesn't have such a fetish.
Looking back at the chaotic Fuyuan Restaurant, a coldness flashed in Chen Ping's eyes.
After this incident, regardless of whether they know he did it or not, there will always be some sharp-eyed people who will guess a bit.
The "great opera" of himself and a few others should also receive less coveting eyes.
…
Returning to their residence, each rested peacefully.
There's no worry about anyone breaking in to investigate.
Here, Chen Ping had to praise the rules of Xingqing Prefecture.
'After nightfall, even if there are offenders, as long as they aren't walking on the street, the constables and patrollers won't break in to catch thieves. Unless they have definite evidence.'
'Being able to ensure the safety of private space is actually enough. If someone breaks in at night, treating them as a thief and killing them would definitely not be a mistake.'
Seeing everyone having rested.
Chen Ping suppressed the lingering killing intent in his heart, calmed his mind, and his gaze once again fell on the "Spring and Autumn Silkworm" attribute panel.
[Spring and Autumn Silkworm (Second Transformation)]
[Innate Talent: Trace Origin and Steal Fortune, Cocoon Rebirth]
[Innate Talent: 4 (Mediocre)]
[Enlightenment: 3 (Ordinary)]
[Tribulation: 4 (Breaking Realm)]
[Fortune: 2 (Change Destiny)]
[Cultivation Technique: Wandering Body Bagua Palm (Great Success), Spring Leg (Mastery)]
Tribulation has increased by one point, and Fortune has also increased by one point.
The innate talent of Trace Origin and Steal Fortune has had no movement this time, perhaps because the opponents these two times had nothing noteworthy to steal.
The "Wandering Body Bagua Palm" section has turned bright gold, finally showing it can be upgraded.
'Can the tribulation points be consumed in double? That's acceptable.'
Thinking of last time spending two tribulation points to make one upgrade. This time, just spending 4 points can upgrade, Chen Ping's heart is set, the consumption is still acceptable.
"Upgrade."
He silently ordered in his heart.
He was already impatient.
Boom…
In his mind, there seemed to be a crisp sound of "crack."
Suddenly, somewhere in his body opened up.
At that moment, Chen Ping felt that countless experiences about Bagua Palm, along with the techniques practiced in this life and his past life, various details of fighting with others, echoed bit by bit in his mind.
All memories linked together, finally turning into a brilliance, integrating deep into his consciousness.
To this end.
Bagua Palm has no more secrets.
Reaching the Perfection Realm.
Besides having deeper insights into fist techniques.
Chen Ping felt a huge change internally within his body.
Latter-day people often say martial arts are useless, better called dance arts.
On the stage, can't beat the fighters, in commercial promotion can't surpass the others, yet some outsiders falsify promotion.
The more they boast, the more this tradition reeks.
In the end, even many devoted martial artists, including Chen Ping himself, started doubting what they learned.
Spending a lifetime on an art neither edible nor protective, is it smart or stupid?
Evidence proved, he is indeed foolish.
But if it were now.
If someone asked him if he can fight.
He would definitely say.
"Yes!"
The reason for thinking "not so good at fighting" is because, he hadn't reached that realm yet.
Learning knows no limits, art knows no bounds.
Unlimited scenery is on dangerous peaks.
Once Bagua Palm reaches perfection, Chen Ping immediately sensed a bodily change, bones skin muscles tendons seemed to become one, no longer distinct.
Sensing so, the flesh and bones seemed like a shiny ball of rubber with internal steel wires.
Body pores seem to be able to breathe autonomously, open and close freely, responses are extremely sensitive.
When wind blows through the hair, he can even sense the wind's strength…dust on the skin can be felt for size and weight.
'Thus every bit of my skin can naturally unleash power. When fighting, before punches or weapons arrive, I can foresee the attack point in advance.'
'No wonder one realm is a different heaven.'
Low-realm martial artists rarely challenge someone out of their league.
The difficulty is truly immense.
Thinking of this, Chen Ping felt a silent satisfaction.
He still kept his composure.
Didn't immediately face Fox Chang Sansi when his strength broke through to Bone Strengthening Realm, right as his body recuperated to its peak.
If the opponent had any trump card, it would be quite dangerous.
And now, although he hasn't completely adapted to his newly advanced body, he can easily handle two or three of his previous self.
This speed of progress is very remarkable.
To face Chang Sansi again shouldn't be a difficult matter.
Moreover, the benefits are not just limited to the understanding of fist techniques, but also the utilization of the body.
The true benefits have already started to show.
He discovered that within his bones, some wondrous changes were occurring.
Starting from the fingertips and toe bone tips, then to the limbs, finally, all bones connected as one, simultaneously heating up like countless insects and ants surging in the depths of his bones.
Painful yet gratifying.
The sensation was complex and indescribable.
Chen Ping could no longer sit still, quietly stood up, and pushed the door to the yard, slowly started practicing his moves from the beginning.
Every gesture felt like moving a thousand pounds; as the force passed, there was no sound of breaking the wind.
…
Hua Lian'er finally couldn't sleep either, followed and got up, half-opened the window, and peeked out.
She saw a figure under the moonlight swiftly moving back and forth in the courtyard.
Each move seemed intentional and unintentional, performed casually.
In the end, no longer confined to each move, only casually lifting hands and stepping feet, move after move…
There was no pattern in his moves anymore, it seemed like there were no fixed techniques, yet it looked like countless techniques were melded into one, completely unpredictable in his next step, whether it was a kick or a punch? Was it a crouch or a leap?
These days, regarding Seventh Brother's fist techniques, Hua Lian'er felt she was quite familiar. Even with closed eyes, she could mimic them.
But at this moment, she was surprised to find that she could no longer understand his fist techniques.
'Returning to the Essence! It must be as mother once said, when a martial artist practices a cultivation technique to the point of Returning to the Essence, it no longer resembles its original form. It is the state of great formlessness, great soundlessness…'
'Such formidable martial arts talent? Unfortunately, practicing only basic Outer Sect fist technique. If he cultivated superior skills, with such insight… he would definitely have a place in the top ten of the Hidden Dragon List.'