After Lu Ping broke out of the encirclement, he flew in the direction of Ying River. After a while, he realized that there was no one behind him. Lu Ping dove into Ying River and flowed with the current. In less than an hour, he returned to the rocky cave abode.
Inside the cave abode, Du Jialuo was practicing a fist technique. This was a set of fist techniques that Lu Ping had found in the inheritance jade scroll of the Ying Tian Sect. This set of fist techniques was meant for mortals who had yet to start refining their blood. There was only one purpose: to strengthen the mortal's physical body to the greatest extent before they started refining their body.
When Lu Ping saw this set of fist techniques, he was rather surprised. He sighed to himself that the inheritance of the Ying Tian Sect was indeed very complete. They even had fist techniques that could help mortals build their foundation. Although this set of fist techniques seemed to have a very limited effect on physical strength for cultivators, it was already very impressive for a mortal.
At Lu Ping's level of cultivation, he naturally knew what a strong physical body meant to a cultivator who had advanced to the Dharma Phase. Du Jialuo had mistakenly eaten a spirit fruit that strengthened his physical body. His physical body was already strong, and now that he was practicing this fist technique, it was even more beneficial. Not only would his physical body continue to strengthen under the conditioning of the fist technique, but part of the medicinal power that was originally hidden in Du Jialuo's blood would also be stimulated and absorbed by his physical body.
Unfortunately, Zhenling did not have this fist technique. At Lu Ping's current level of cultivation, this fist technique was no longer of any use to him.
Seeing that Lu Ping had returned, Du Jialuo hurriedly came up to greet him. Lu Ping saw that his entire body was drenched in sweat. In his Divine Will, he could sense that Du Jialuo's entire body was surging like a wild horse. The impurities in his physical body were seeping out of his pores along with his sweat. Because the amount that seeped out was very small, it was not obvious. However, to Lu Ping, this was already very rare.
Although there were spirit medicines in the world of cultivation that could instantly rejuvenate one's body, to Lu Ping, these spirit medicines were simply pulling at seedlings to help them grow. They would deplete a cultivator's potential prematurely. They might improve quickly in the early stages, but in the later stages, there would be no more room for improvement.
Everything was a step-by-step process. Relying too much on external forces would eventually lead to a disadvantage.
Lu Ping nodded his head in satisfaction, but he didn't say any words of praise. He only said, "Continue to practice diligently. Before activating your bloodline, don't slack off."
Du Jialuo replied respectfully, and Lu Ping turned around and walked to the back. Du Jialuo once again took up his stance, exhaled, and began to practice punch after punch.
From the corner of his eye, Lu Ping saw Madam Du holding her fox daughter as she stood in front of a stone room and looked at Lu Ping.
When Lu Ping saw the little fox in Madam Du's arms, something flashed across his mind. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. "Is there something you need?"
Madam Du walked forward and knelt down with the little fox in her arms. "Immortal, please accept my daughter as your disciple. Although my daughter is in the form of a fox now, she will definitely transform into a human when she reaches the Blood Condensation Realm. She is a mixed-blood between humans and demons, but it's impossible for me to return to the demon race now. Your elder brother is also a disciple of your sect, so he will definitely become a human in the future. With her identity, if she doesn't have the protection of your sect, there will be no place for her in either the human or demon race in the future."
Lu Ping looked at the little fox in Madam Du's arms, who was staring at him with her big eyes. For some reason, he thought of his good friend, Yin Xuanchu. He couldn't help but sigh and murmur to himself, "Even if she joins our sect, she might not be able to protect her mixed-blood identity."
Although Lu Ping was muttering to himself, Madam Du was a late stage Core Forging demonic cultivator after all. She naturally knew what would happen to her daughter if her mixed-blood identity was exposed. If she still had her cultivation, she might be able to protect her daughter. But now, she had lost more than half of her cultivation. Even if Lu Ping treated her, possession was too much of a drain on a cultivator's innate talent. At most, she would be able to transform again and live for a few hundred years. It was impossible for her to return to her previous late stage Core Forging demonic cultivation, let alone advance further.
The scene of her daughter being hunted down in the future flashed through Madam Du's mind. She couldn't help but feel sad, and tears fell from her eyes. The little fox wriggled in her mother's arms. It raised its head and stuck out its tongue to lick the tears left by its mother.
A "dong" sound came from behind Lu Ping. Lu Ping frowned and turned around to see Du Jialuo kneeling on the ground.
It turned out that Du Jialuo had clearly heard the conversation between his mother and Lu Ping. When he saw Lu Ping turn around, Du Jialuo kowtowed to the ground and said, "Immortal Elder, please accept little sister into our sect. Little sister doesn't need to activate her bloodline to cultivate. She's much stronger than this disciple."
Lu Ping snorted coldly and said, "Have you finished practicing your fist technique?"
Du Jialuo shrank back and said bitterly, "No, not yet."
However, as he finished speaking, his voice became softer and softer. Lu Ping said coldly: "Since she is your sister, she should naturally be protected by you. If you keep begging others, why should others help you?"
Du Jialuo had a look of fear on his face as he retorted, "If you bully my sister, this disciple will naturally give up his life to protect her. It's just that, it's just that …"
"It's just that you're not strong enough right now. Not only can you not protect your sister, you can't even protect yourself, right?"
"Yes, that's right." Du Jialuo said somewhat dejectedly. He was, after all, a twelve-year-old child, and Lu Ping's harsh words made Du Jialuo lose his confidence the most.
"Humph!"
Lu Ping said with a cold expression, "If that's the case, then why did you stop? If you're not strong enough, you can still cultivate. But if you think that you won't be able to protect your family in the future, then why bother dreaming of becoming a cultivator? Isn't it better to stay at home and be a fisherman?"
At this time, Du Shi also opened his mouth and said, "Luo 'er, it's not easy for you to enter the sect that the Immortal Elder is in. You must not waste the chance to activate your bloodline again.
Du Jialuo looked at the fox sister in his stepmother's arms, then looked at Du Shi, gritted his teeth and said: "Yes!"
Then, he got up from the ground and began to practice his fist technique again. One move after another, he used even more force between moves. It was obvious that Lu Ping's words had greatly stimulated him.
Lu Ping glanced at Du Shi, thought for a moment and said: "Since this child has already entered our sect, our sect will naturally not ignore his family and disciples. Although you are a demon, you have already taken over the body of a human, and you have some magic power in your hands. After we return, I will send you to a place where there is a good friend of mine, and you can work under him. I'm afraid that our sect will not accept any more mixed-blood humans as disciples, but that good friend of mine may not be the case. If your daughter is fated, she will naturally be protected by him."
Du Shi was, after all, an old demon who had taken over the body of a human for more than ten years. She naturally understood the hidden meaning in Lu Ping's words, so she hurriedly kowtowed to Lu Ping. The fox in her arms seemed to know that the person in front of it had given it a great favor, so it hurriedly imitated its mother and extended its forelimbs in front of its head, kowtowing.
Lu Ping heard Du Jialuo's shouts as he practiced his punches. Lu Ping could tell that Du Jialuo's punches were stronger than before, and his shouts were filled with excitement. He couldn't help but smile. Then, he snorted coldly and walked back to his stone room.
After everyone left the cave, only the previously injured Daoist Xuan Ju stayed behind. Seeing that Lu Ping had returned, Daoist Xuan Ju was already waiting at the stone room's entrance to greet him. He had seen everything that had happened to Lu Ping.
Lu Ping saw that Daoist Xuan Ju's face had already recovered and smiled. "Looks like Uncle has recovered well. Elder Fornax's Bell Cauldron Elixir is indeed the best healing elixir in the North Sea!"
Daoist Xuan Ju smiled and glanced at Du Jialuo, who was practicing his fist technique. He said in a low voice, "Why, has our sect's' Water Sword Deity 'finally decided to accept a disciple?"
Lu Ping sighed and said, "If this disciple can successfully awaken his bloodline, he must be very talented. Even if he is not very intelligent, as long as he works hard, he will definitely become a Dharma adept in the future. Who wouldn't want a disciple like this?" Daoist Xuan Ju nodded and smiled.
"It's not just you. Even I have the thought of accepting a disciple. I'm afraid Brother Xuan Sen, Brother Xuan Xu, and the others have the same thought. It's just that you were the one who recommended him to the sect. Firstly, it's not good for us to fight with you. Secondly, your abilities have long surpassed ours, and you don't have any disciples under your tutelage. This disciple is so talented, and we are afraid of wasting his future in our hands. We might as well hand him over to you, the number one disciple of the third generation. Let's see how far you can push him!"
"Uncle, you must be joking. You think too highly of me. In the end, everything still depends on the disciple himself."
Lu Ping paused, then continued, "It's just that our sect has a rule that a disciple can only become an unofficial disciple or a true disciple after reaching the mid Blood Condensation stage. If he has the ability and opportunity, I will naturally be happy to help him. But if my own sect doesn't live up to expectations, who can I blame?"
Daoist Xuan Ju smiled. "No matter what, if word of this gets out, it will definitely cause a stir in our sect. The Water Sword Deity, who is known as the 'most knowledgeable Zhenling', actually wants to accept a disciple. If word gets out, won't this child be the envy of others?"
Lu Ping smiled bitterly. "I'm afraid that before he can be envied to death, he will be killed first. Uncle, please don't say such things. I still want to leave a good seed for our sect."
Daoist Xuan Ju was amused. "See, see, there are still at least a dozen years before he can become your disciple. It's hard to say whether he will be willing or not, but you're thinking too much on his behalf."
Lu Ping might look calm, but deep down, he was very proud. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been called the 'most knowledgeable' by the fourth generation disciples. This time, because he saw Du Jialuo's excellent aptitude, he wanted to accept him as his disciple. Instead, Daoist Xuan Ju rebuked him. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
Daoist Xuan Ju looked at Lu Ping's embarrassment and found it even more hilarious. However, she didn't want to tease Lu Ping anymore, so she smiled and said, "Alright, alright, I'm a core disciple of our sect. Of course, I know what's important. Don't worry, if this child really activates his bloodline cultivation, no one will look at him differently. It's just that you entered the Yingtian Dojo smoothly, how come you're the only one who came back now? "
What Lu Ping didn't notice was that throughout the conversation, Daoist Xuan Ju was speaking to him as if they were peers of the same generation. Perhaps even Daoist Xuan Ju herself didn't notice it, but unknowingly, Lu Ping's position in Daoist Xuan Ju's heart had become the same as hers. He was no longer just a third-generation disciple, a junior.
In fact, it wasn't just Daoist Xuan Ju herself. Daoist Xuan Sen, Daoist Xuan Xu, Daoist Xuan Chen, and the other second generation disciples, after witnessing Lu Ping's various achievements and strength, had imperceptibly put Lu Ping on the same level as themselves. And the root of all this was Lu Ping's growing strength and gradually increasing influence in the sect.
Lu Ping roughly recounted his encounter in the Yingtian Dojo to Daoist Xuan Ju and said, "Disciple is fast and took the shortest route, so I came back the earliest. But looking at the time, the three Martial Uncles and Martial Uncle Jiang should be back by now."
As soon as Lu Ping's voice fell, the restriction at the entrance of the rocky cave shook. When Lu Ping and Daoist Xuan Ju raised their heads to look, their faces changed.
Daoist Xuan Sen was covered in blood. He grabbed Daoist Xuan Xu, who was on the verge of death, with one hand and supported the unconscious Daoist Xuan Chen with the other.
After seeing Lu Ping and Daoist Xuan Ju, his body fell down. Daoist Xuan Ju was about to go forward, but Lu Ping had already appeared in front of Daoist Xuan Sen with a flash of light. He supported Daoist Xuan Sen, who was about to fall, and stuffed a precious Origin Tracing Pill into Daoist Xuan Sen's mouth without any explanation.
The Origin Tracing Pill melted in Daoist Xuan Sen's mouth. The powerful medicinal power caused Daoist Xuan Sen's dispirited expression to shake. He anxiously said, "Asura, it's an Asura, there's also a Devil Cultivator. They've surrounded us. Senior brother, danger!"
After saying that, Daoist Xuan Sen, who had forcefully gathered a mouthful of True Yuan to bring the heavily injured Daoist Xuan Xu and Daoist Xuan Chen back, could no longer hold on and completely fainted. Luckily, Lu Ping stuffed the Origin Tracing Pill into his mouth at the first moment, preventing his injuries from worsening.
At this moment, Daoist Xuan Ju also came to the side and helped Lu Ping to lift Daoist Xuan Chen up. He said, "How is it? What should we do?"
For a moment, Daoist Xuan Ju did not care about it and placed all his hopes on Lu Ping. He forgot that he was Lu Ping's Martial Uncle and should stand up at this moment.
Lu Ping glanced at the anxious Daoist Xuan Ju. His divine sense had already finished inspecting Daoist Xuan Xu and Daoist Xuan Chen's injuries. He said, "Martial Uncle Xuan Xu has fainted due to the exhaustion of True Yuan. Although his injuries are serious, it does not harm his foundation. He will recover after a few years of rest. Martial Uncle Xuan Chen's divine sense has been damaged. 'Asura thirsts for blood, Devil Cultivators devour souls'. It seems like he has really encountered a Devil Cultivator!"
Daoist Xuan Ju panicked when he heard that. "Divine sense has been damaged? Junior Sister Xuan Chen is a Formation Grandmaster. Damaging her divine sense is no less than crippling her cultivation. What should we do? "
Lu Ping was speechless as he looked at Daoist Xuan Ju, who had lost his composure. He said, "Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle Xuan Chen's injuries are difficult to treat in an emergency. However, it is not impossible. The most important thing now is not Martial Uncle Xuan Chen. I'm afraid Martial Uncle Jiang is still surrounded by the Asura!"
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