Chapter 213: Chapter 133: Tempering the Golden Body, Supreme Treasure Ambitions

"Junior Brother, you’ve really mastered it?"

Chen Ping had just opened the door when a head suddenly popped up in front of him.

A pair of big, slick black eyes stared at him like he was some kind of monster, peeking from left to right as if he had grown three heads and six arms.

"Senior Sister, keep your composure, you’re a big girl now."

Chen Ping helplessly pushed aside the fuzzy head, chuckled, and said, "Is it so strange to master it? Isn’t your father the one who mastered the Golden Body technique long ago?"

"How is that the same? He took eight years, and you have no idea what we’ve been through during those eight years."

Han Xiaoru grumbled discontentedly, yet her eyes sparkled with excitement, "In our Primordial Martial Arts Hall, even in the Primordial Sect, who could have mastered the Primordial Golden Body Technique as quickly as you? In those earlier years, I wouldn’t have considered switching to another technique... uh, what did I say?"

At this point, Han Xiaoru realized she had misspoken and quickly covered her mouth.

"Cough...cough cough!"

From not far away came two dry coughs.

Looking up, Chen Ping saw Han Wushang looking somewhat embarrassed, tugging at his big bald head, having no way to deal with his daughter.

He felt he had let down his daughter.

Sima Rou softly laughed yet didn’t spare her any words: "Xiaoru, you’re making excuses again. If you can’t master it, you can’t master it. Are you blaming your dad?"

Her wings have hardened, learning to shift blame. Look at your Junior Brother, facing challenges without fear, solving problems even where there aren’t any, tsk tsk... he really mastered it."

She was stunned, recalling the golden light she saw flickering in the room, disbelief brimming in her eyes.

If the Primordial Golden Body Technique was so easily accomplished, the Primordial Sect, as one of the Four Daoist Sects, would not have fallen into its current state.

"Let’s see what you’ve got."

Han Wushang’s emotions were exceedingly complex as he stepped forward, eyes filled with longing and shock, slowly extending a hand, his body glowing brightly with gold.

When he said test hands, he meant just that, without any hidden intentions.

A hand was slowly extended, though slow, the force was solidifying, pressing forward like a mountain.

The surrounding air boiled and surged, the front edge of the palm felt gelatinous.

A spray of golden fog adhered to the skin, a thin layer, yet the overwhelming Blood Essence Power within was palpable.

At the time Gao Yue presumed his Cultivation Technique became complete, but upon touching this aura, it broke his Long Sword and fractured his bones.

Chen Ping even recalled the night of fierce battle with the Straw Hat Man alongside Han Xiaoru.

Han Wushang descended like a god, crashing into him, landing a massive punch, enough to collapse a small hill.

The power and destructive force could be imagined.

"This..."

Sima Rou wanted to speak and stop it, her mouth opened but then closed; she was curious too.

Since her disciple mastered the Golden Body so quickly, could he have taken a shortcut, yet risking a weak foundation, which would be bad?

Better keep watching.

Han Xiaoru, however, wasn’t worried at all.

Since knowing Chen Ping, she realized not to worry about him—it seemed any miracle could happen.

His existence itself challenged everyone’s understanding.

He couldn’t be assessed by normal reasoning.

If one day, Ninth Junior Brother said he had become immortal, Miss Han would surely believe it.

There was no need to worry about Chen Ping getting hurt.

Anyone who could injure this cunning fellow might exist, but at least her silly father couldn’t.

"Alright."

Chen Ping responded happily.

Watching Han Wushang extending a hand, gathering all his force and pushing it at him like a mountain.

His eyes gleamed with brilliant light, thinking it just right to test the achievement of the Golden Body technique and see how strong he truly was.

Without hesitation, his Blood Essence stirred; his body likewise radiated bright gold, and a palm was pushed forward.

Rumbling...

The sky echoed like muffled thunder.

The entire Primordial Martial Arts Hall quivered.

The building shook, the ground trembled, and the disciples practicing Body Refining and sword techniques felt an ominous foreboding, as if the end times were upon them, frightenedly turning to look.

They saw the air before Chen Ping’s palm collapse, spinning inexorably, with countless crackling shockwaves appearing before it was halfway out.

"Oh no... too much force."

Chen Ping pushed out a palm and internally cried out in alarm.

In front of him wasn’t an enemy, just testing strength, was full force necessary?

The thought flashed, and he quickly withdrew thirty percent of the force.

Moreover, the direct force was shifted sideways, dissipating around.

But it was somewhat late.

Han Wushang, enormous in stature, flew like a kite with a snap sound.

Clang...

A dozen feet away, a courtyard wall collapsed.

Dust billowed.

The area where their palms collided generated air ripples spreading in all directions, prompting Sima Rou and Han Xiaoru to retreat hurriedly, withdrawing several feet before stabilizing, turning their heads in astonishment.

"Uh..."

They saw all the disciples, near and far, all standing there with mouths agape, in disbelief.

"That’s Hall Master Han? Physical Body Realm Innate Expert? Must be a mistake..."

They hastily turned around, not daring to look further, pretending to resume training martial arts.

Yet their hearts were gripping, consumed by shock.

"Excellent, even stronger than I imagined. If I met a disciple like you in earlier years, our Primordial Mountain wouldn’t need to seal itself off."

Climbing out of the swirling dust, Han Wushang completely ignored his unseemly appearance, took several swift steps forward, and laughed heartily.

"Truly, the Qilin Child of our Primordial Sect. Even if our fifth generation ancestor came back to life, he would not dare proclaim himself equal to you at the same age.