After He Lixin and the rest left, the ground where the people from Shui Yan Pavilion were standing suddenly surged upwards. Lu Ping emerged from the ground riding a fat rat covered in dust.
Lu Ping cast the [Dust Sweep Spell] to clear away the dust on his body. Then, he patted Dabao, who had exhausted all his arcane energy and was lying on his back. "Dabao, is this [Earth Escape Spell] your innate skill after entering the Blood Condensation Realm? Not bad, you've done a great service this time. When we get back, I'll concoct a batch of pills for you as a reward. "
Dabao couldn't even use the technique to shrink his body anymore. If it wasn't for Lu Ping using his own energy to help Dabao use the Earth Escape Technique, Dabao wouldn't have been able to bring Lu Ping into the ground.
Lu Ping tossed a spiritual energy replenishing medicinal pellet to Dabao and kept it in the spirit beast pouch to recuperate. Then, he chose a direction and arrived at the foot of an inconspicuous hill a few dozen miles away. Using the Qinghan Sword, he opened up a secret chamber in the belly of the hill. After setting up the defenses, he released Lu Dagui from the chamber and eagerly began his recuperation.
This experience was a huge blow to Lu Ping. Ever since Lu Ping entered the mid stage of the Blood Condensation Realm, he had never lost a single battle against late stage Blood Condensation Realm cultivators. Even if he didn't win, he could still retreat easily.
Although Lu Ping knew that the late stage Blood Condensation Realm cultivators he defeated were weak compared to other cultivators in the same realm, like Liu Ziyuan, who was one of the 18 generals of the North Sea, Lu Ping didn't think he was a match for them. But Lu Ping was used to winning, so he slowly turned the mentality of winning against late stage Blood Condensation Realm cultivators into a mentality of absolute victory.
That was why Lu Ping never thought that he would be defeated by a late stage Blood Condensation Realm cultivator in one move!
It wasn't until the luxuriously dressed young master's sword attack that Lu Ping's confidence finally shattered. Whether it was his cultivation base or his swordsmanship, Lu Ping was not on the same level as the luxuriously dressed young master.
Lu Ping finally realized that he was still far from reaching the peak of the Blood Condensation Realm. In the past, Lu Ping only understood this principle, but he didn't understand the root of it. But now, Lu Ping understood.
Lu Ping's luck wasn't bad. The young master only struck once. Lu Ping's foundation was strong, and he used all his skills to weaken the sword ocean's power. In the end, although he coughed up blood, his foundation wasn't damaged. With the nourishment from the Seven Stars Grotto-Heaven's rich spiritual energy and the consumption of high-quality Essence Rejuvenating Pellets and Spirit Recovering Pellets, Lu Ping fully recovered in just five days.
These few days, whenever Lu Ping calmed down, his mind would be filled with the young master's casual sword strike. That sword strike was like a bolt of lightning, showing Lu Ping a realm that he was about to reach, but he didn't know where to start.
Lu Ping felt that he was only one step away from entering the realm of "intent", but he couldn't break through this thin layer of window paper.
Lu Ping knew that he was missing an opportunity!
For the next few days, Lu Ping stayed in the belly of the mountain to polish his spiritual energy. At the same time, he tried to figure out his swordsmanship, hoping to encounter that moment of inspiration.
One day, Lu Ping finally remembered that he still had things to do in the Seven Star Grotto-Heaven. Besides the Golden Nut Fruit Tree, he also promised Ji Zixuan and Yin Zichu to help him. At the same time, the sect also sent cultivators into the Seven Star Grotto-Heaven. It was obvious that there was a mission. As a disciple who had been trained by Zhenling since he was young, how could he just stand by and watch?
Lu Ping woke up and started refining the Condensed Blood Beads of the Primordial Giant Crocodile. After refining the seven Condensed Blood Beads, seven days had passed. Lu Ping faintly felt that the seven Condensed Blood Beads weren't enough for him to break through to the late stage of the Blood Condensation Realm.
Fortunately, a few days ago, Lu Ping used the spiritual energy gathered from breaking through to the Core Forging Realm. Not only did he raise his cultivation to the peak of the Sixth Layer of the Blood Condensation Realm, he also compressed some of the excess spiritual energy into his flesh and blood. Now was the time to put it to good use.
Lu Ping directly consumed two late stage Blood Condensation Realm medicinal pills to assist him. At the same time, he stimulated the hidden potential in his flesh and blood. Wisps of essence Qi gathered on the surface of Lu Ping's body and did not dissipate. When the essence Qi gathered to a certain extent, it finally condensed and formed a layer of blue protective qi around his body.
This layer of protective qi had a name, 'Skypillar Water Curtain'. Lu Ping felt the strength of the protective qi. It was actually comparable to a high-grade defensive magic artifact. This made Lu Ping very satisfied.
In the past, when Lu Ping fought with late stage Blood Condensation cultivators, he could easily tear through their protective qi with the high-grade Soaring Wing Sword. This made Lu Ping not interested in the protective qi of late stage Blood Condensation cultivators. Now that Lu Ping discovered that the protective qi of the 'Skypillar Water Curtain' was not weaker than the inner armor, he was elated.
The space in his heart core expanded once again. However, it didn't feel empty inside because there was another Condensed Blood Bead. The previous six Condensed Blood Beads had increased by a third.
Lu Ping had finally reached the late stage of Blood Condensation. Lu Ping was finally back on the same starting line as his good friend.
Overjoyed, Lu Ping took out the Qinghan Sword and started practicing the 'Twelve True Arts of the North Sea'. He started with the 'Raging Waves Crashing on the Shore' and 'Water Control Art', then moved on to the 'Stone Piercing Sword' and 'Wave Treading Art', then to the 'Azure Dragon Disturbing the Sea' and 'Sea Deception Art', all the way to the 'Great River Flowing East' and 'Art of Moving Clouds and Summoning Rain' that allowed Lu Ping to reach greater success in 'Force'.
The more Lu Ping practiced, the more excited he became. Subconsciously, Lu Ping felt that he was getting closer and closer to the moment of enlightenment. His arcane energy gradually flowed through the Qinghan Sword, and the hand seals formed by his hands became faster and faster. Lu Ping became more and more engrossed in practicing the 'Twelve True Arts of the North Sea', and the 'Art of Traversing Clouds and Summoning Rain'.
Suddenly, a sudden clap of thunder flashed through Lu Ping's mind. Amidst the rain of swords and the boundless sea of swords, a white wave formed by sword flashes suddenly surged!
Lu Ping had an epiphany!
The sword technique in his hands changed. Lu Ping began practicing an unfamiliar sword technique, the 'Thousand Snow Pile Sword' of the 'Twelve True Arts of the North Sea'!
The Qinghan Sword floated out, and eighty-one sword flashes formed a white wave that surged up from the great river and the sea. It was like layers upon layers of flawless white snowflakes piled up, carrying an indomitable intent within the ethereal air.
The small hill finally couldn't withstand the enormous sword intent in the belly of the mountain and collapsed with a rumble. It looked like Lu Ping was about to be buried.
Lu Ping didn't care in the slightest. His left hand formed nine hand seals in succession. As his arcane energy pulsed, the small hill that had been sliced and pulverized by the sword flashes containing sword intent suddenly surged with a yellow wave of earth on the dark green grassland as Lu Ping struck out his hand seals. The wave of earth rose and fell as it moved forward on the grassland.
Below the wave of earth, Lu Ping seemed to be single-handedly controlling a yellow river as the waves surged past the green grassland.
'Art of the Blue Tide' of the 'Twelve True Arts of the North Sea'!
Lu Ping let out a long howl towards the sky, his voice shaking the grassland!
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