In the distance, a young man in his twenties with a pale face was standing on the back of a huge sea turtle. Three sea snakes that were more than 30 meters long were playing around the turtle. At the same time, their long tongues were moving in and out of their mouths, making hissing sounds as if they were reporting something to the young man on the back of the turtle.
The Blue Luan let out a long cry and swooped down towards the young man. Its body became smaller and smaller, and when it finally landed on the young man's shoulder, it was only a foot long.
The Blue Luan on Lu Ping's shoulder chirped a few times. Lu Ping sneered and said, "As expected, there's a ghost. It's fast!"
Lu Ping was currently at the place where Yuan Zhan said Hu Lili separated from Leng Qian and the rest. This place wasn't too far away from the demon territory.
Hu Lili always planned before she acted. She never did anything she wasn't sure of. If what Yuan Zhan said was true, and Hu Lili voluntarily lured the demonic beasts away, then she must have a way to escape. Lu Ping didn't think that Hu Lili would die.
Other than Dabao, all of Lu Ping's spiritual pets were sent out to gather information. Samling roamed around the demon territory for an entire day, but he didn't see a single Mid or Late Blood Condensation demonic beast. He only met a few Early Blood Condensation demonic beasts. Although they had developed intelligence, they still couldn't communicate with each other.
What worried Lu Ping was the sudden disappearance of the Mid or Late Blood Condensation demonic beasts in the demon territory.
Lu Ping waved his hand and kept all of his spiritual pets into his spirit beast pouch. The seawater under his feet suddenly rose up along his body, forming a water man on the surface of the sea. Then, the water man suddenly collapsed, and water splashed everywhere. But Lu Ping was nowhere to be seen.
After a while, a cultivator with a blurry figure suddenly flew past the nearby sea. The cultivator seemed to have sensed something and stopped to spread out his divine sense. After a careful search, he found nothing. He shook his head in a self-deprecating manner and headed northeast.
At the bottom of the sea, over 1,000 feet behind the cultivator, there was an undercurrent swirling in the direction the cultivator had gone.
Although Lu Ping's [Invisible Sword Spell] had improved his invisibility by a lot, he still didn't dare to be careless. Relying on his divine sense that far surpassed cultivators in the same realm as him, he followed the suspicious cultivator from a distance of more than a thousand feet under the sea.
At this moment, Lu Ping was like a fish swimming freely in the sea, like a wanderer returning to his mother's embrace. Lu Ping suddenly recalled the day in the Seven Star Skies. Daoist Jin Li's six hundred sword lights were filled with spirituality, and when he retreated, the sword lights formed a lifelike big fish.
Lu Ping seemed to have understood something. He stretched out a finger, and a stream of seawater condensed into a water sword. The nature of this water sword was no different from the surrounding seawater, and it floated along with the waves. However, through this water sword, Lu Ping was able to grasp the rhythm of the sea's undulations. In that instant, the water sword seemed to have a life of its own. It melted with the seawater, yet it was different from the seawater.
Lu Ping was overjoyed. This was the 'Psychic Sword Light'. He didn't expect that under these coincidental circumstances, he would actually comprehend the realm of 'Psychic Sword Light'.
With a flick of his hand, Lu Ping sent out another water sword. This time, it was as agile as before, as if it could grasp the pulse of the sea. Lu Ping sent out one water sword after another. After sending out the fifty-fifth water sword, the water sword finally lost its spirituality, appearing out of place in the sea.
With a wave of his hand, Lu Ping erased the other fifty-four water swords. Although he was still far from reaching the level of Daoist Jin Li's six hundred and forty-eight sword lights, to him, this was already an incredible improvement.
Suppressing the joy brought about by his improvement in swordsmanship, Lu Ping raised his head. There was no trace of the blurred figure of the cultivator in the air. Lu Ping laughed bitterly, and slowly floated to the surface of the water. Could it be that I was wrong?
"Your Excellency is truly skilled, to actually be able to follow me for such a long time. If it weren't for Your Excellency's sword Qi soaring to the heavens and revealing your tracks, I'm afraid I wouldn't have even known that I was being followed!"
Lu Ping turned around vigilantly, looking at the person who spoke. Who else could it be other than the cultivator he had been following?
He didn't know what method this person had used, but when Lu Ping floated to the surface of the water, he had concealed his tracks, so Lu Ping hadn't noticed him.
Lu Ping laughed bitterly, knowing that it was because he had just entered a state of enlightenment. Although he had comprehended the realm of 'Psychic Sword Light', he had been so engrossed in practicing his swordsmanship that he had forgotten to conceal himself, allowing the cultivator to discover his tracks.
Lu Ping's heart stirred, but he didn't immediately tear apart the cultivator. Instead, he asked in a serious tone, "And what is Your Excellency doing here?"
"Are you a cultivator from Zhenling?" The cultivator asked in a deep voice. His blurred figure took two steps back, and Lu Ping knew that the cultivator's spiritual energy was surging, and he was on guard.
Lu Ping didn't deny it, instead, he said ambiguously, "My goal is the same as Your Excellency's. Aren't we both here for that 'Many Treasures Boy'?"
Lu Ping's face was covered by a pale mask, and he had also deliberately changed his voice. He had also used the Spirit Concealment Technique to conceal his cultivation level to the Seventh Layer of the Blood Condensation Realm.
As Lu Ping spoke, his divine sense had been wandering around the cultivator's body. When he said 'Many Treasures Boy', the cultivator's spiritual energy had relaxed a little, and he knew that his guess was correct.
The cultivator continued to ask, "Which sect are you from, Your Excellency? Why didn't I know that Your Excellency was participating in this operation? "
Lu Ping snorted coldly, and with an angry expression, he said, "That idiot said that I'm no match for that surnamed Lu. I have a deep grudge against that surnamed Lu, and I'm not the only one dealing with him. No matter what, I want to see him die in front of me."
The cultivator laughed loudly, and suddenly realized something. "You must be Xuan Ling Sect's Junior Martial Brother Zhang Weiqing, right? I've long heard that Junior Martial Brother Zhang has suffered a lot because of this surnamed Lu. A few years ago, all the sects sent cultivators to Zhenling's buffer zone to kill this person, and Junior Martial Brother Zhang was the most proactive one. However, Junior Martial Brother Zhang's cultivation level is only at the Seventh Layer of the Blood Condensation Realm, and it's indeed difficult for you to deal with that 'Many Treasures Boy'. No wonder that person didn't recommend you to participate in this mission. "
Lu Ping put on an angry expression, but in his heart, he understood many things. All along, Lu Ping had always thought that Li Ziming and his son were the ones who leaked the news that he was being hunted by the various sects. He didn't expect it to be related to Yuan Zhan.
The strange thing was that Lu Ping didn't have any grudges with Yuan Zhan at that time.
The cultivator mistook the pale-faced cultivator in front of him for Xuan Ling Sect's Zhang Weiqing. Naturally, Lu Ping made the best of his mistake. When the cultivator invited Lu Ping to join the others, Lu Ping readily agreed.
The moment the cultivator turned around, Lu Ping's Qinghan Sword was already stabbing towards the cultivator's back.
Although the cultivator believed most of Lu Ping's words, it wasn't as if he didn't have his guard up. The moment Lu Ping's sword stabbed towards the cultivator, the cultivator had already activated his protective energy barrier. At the same time, the cultivator's blurry figure suddenly solidified, and a white mist wrapped around the Qinghan Sword.
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