Chen Ping's Sword-Chapter 62: Midnight Escape, Jungle Cave

"Hey, beautiful, do you have any means to communicate with your master?"

Since the tall woman on his back mentioned the name of Primordial Martial Arts Hall, Chen Ping vaguely guessed her identity.

But he certainly couldn’t say it directly.

He couldn’t just tell her that he learned about her through a method that traverses the river of time, in the past of the ghost Chen Teng, right?

What nonsense?

"You call me beautiful?" The sword-shirted woman, despite being very weak at the moment, twisted her body unnaturally, "No one has ever called me that, many people call me Big One."

Indeed, she is quite big.

Feeling the contact on his back, Chen Ping nodded in agreement.

"My surname is Han, you can call me Xiaoru. Actually, I’m not that pretty."

Han Xiaoru was slightly embarrassed.

Is this the time to talk about such things?

Just after rushing into the forest, Chen Ping turned left and right, advancing rapidly. He had already seen with the corner of his eye that the straw-hat man, who stood for a moment to adjust his breath, had also started moving.

The whole person seemed to merge into the wind.

He felt the qi mechanism become chilling and turbulent, getting closer to him.

’Run for your life, big sister.’

Even Chen Ping was speechless.

This guy fights like a madman, as if he were a peerless general on the battlefield...

As for personality? It’s a bit different, seemingly quite naive and innocent. From the way he speaks, he feels younger than Hua Lian’er if one doesn’t consider appearance.

"I mean, do you have a signal to notify Primordial Martial Arts Hall? That person is catching up. In our current state, we can’t beat him, and it’s hard to escape, so we have to call for help."

"There is, but I secretly went out to see the lanterns and didn’t tell father and them... Tonight, the flower market is bright with lights and bustling, any commotion outside the city might not be visible from inside."

Carried on Chen Ping’s back without needing to run herself, Han Xiaoru’s breathing smoothed out, her brain recovered clarity, and she took out a bamboo tube and a flint from her bosom.

Of course, she also brought the cyan snake short sword.

It was originally hanging by her waist and she handed it over together.

"Signal arrow? Alright, let’s go with it. Treat the dead horse as if it’s alive."

With the trees providing cover, the straw-hat man hadn’t caught up yet.

But Chen Ping knew that the opponent’s cultivation was deep, and his lightweight skill was extremely good. Even if he changed directions and circled around continuously, without some plan, he’d be caught eventually.

A narrow mountain gorge appeared ahead, with even more dense woods on the opposite side. Upon reaching here, Chen Ping lit the signal arrow and effortlessly threw it dozens of yards.

He himself didn’t cross over, but instead turned around, leaping onto a tree and grabbing uneven branches, swinging like a large monkey, diagonally crossing ten big trees and seven long vines.

In the distance, a green flame shot up into the sky, straight into the clouds.

"Will this help us escape?"

The voice from behind grew smaller, as if murmuring by his ear. Whether due to worsening injury or fear of alerting the enemy was uncertain.

"No, but it can mislead him to chase across the gorge, buying us some time."

Chen Ping felt a bit helpless.

He’s not as strong as others, what can he do?

Right now, he just needs to buy a safe time to hide and improve himself.

In terms of rescue, he’s not overly hopeful.

If help comes, great.

If not, self-rescue is necessary.

Thoughts of Zuo Duanshou and Zhuang Hongyi flashed in his mind, a trace of anxiety crossed his heart, but he quickly suppressed all these negative emotions.

When escaping, stray thoughts are most dangerous and distracting.

Zuo Duanshou is clever, though somewhat reckless, he survived from the Northern Land to Jiangnan. Regardless of whether a hand is lost, he survived, adding to his experience.

With Chizi Hall’s forces annihilated outside the city, surely rescuing those abducted women wouldn’t be difficult.

Just whether he found his little sister or not?

Hope everything goes smooth.

Regarding Zhuang Hongyi, Chen Ping was completely out of reach.

Not delivering the final blow and killing her outright left him with some unease.

After the opponent’s arm was severed and she took a hit from him, both internally and externally injured, she likely couldn’t stir up trouble in the short term.

As long as he evades the straw-hat man’s relentless pursuit, tonight would count as a major success, wouldn’t it?

After a few taps on the tree, Chen Ping’s body leaped, feeling his footing heavier, his breath gradually turbid, aware that the thin inner qi in his dantian was nearly exhausted.

Relying solely on qi and blood power indeed makes it hard not to leave traces.

Right now, pulling on the vines to swing to the back of a cliff, his eyes darted around like an eagle.

"It’s here."

Chen Ping gathered his breath one last time, and like a male monkey carrying a female monkey on his back, leapt twice, breaking through the foliage, and squeezed into a rock cavern.

He staggered upon landing, nearly falling.

The injuries on his body were tolerable.

This series of actions involved not only psychological maneuvers but also clearing traces, observing terrain, and controlling the application of strength... Achieving all this under the dim moonlight was indeed challenging.

"I have some wound medicine here, apply it first, then squeeze some juice from leaves and grass roots and apply it to your clothes to mask the smell of blood."

Chen Ping tossed a small bottle.

His body now had a considerable amount of haphazard items.

Most were spoils of war.

Of course, there was also the Golden Wound Medicine.

Doing this was just a precaution; being injured at this moment, it was fortunate to have brought a decent amount of supplies.

"Got it."

Han Xiaoru leaned diagonally in the cave, with her long legs draped over Chen Ping’s waist.

No choice, the cave was small; for one person it was spacious, but cramped for two.

Chen Ping didn’t mind her.

He casually took some medicinal powder and sprinkled it over the sword wound at his collarbone.

Upon reaching the Initial Stage of Refining Internal Organs, his heart was strong, with greatly enhanced blood production, fueling his life force.

The injuries he suffered would be considered fatal for others.

For him, they were only minor wounds.

Infusion of blood, muscle... wriggling, the injury that penetrated front and back was almost healed, and sealing the wound to stop bleeding was no problem.

Back then, Chang Sansi used [Silk Thread Puppetry] to control muscles and bones, recovering instantly even when half his body was crushed.

Chen Ping’s cultivation of this peculiar Cultivation Technique now surpassed Chang Sansi’s, naturally enabling such feats.

Casually treated the injury.

Finally free, Chen Ping glanced at the [Spring and Autumn Silkworm] attribute panel in his mind.

Tribulation Points.

Fortune Points.

After the battle with Zhuang Hongyi, saving those innocent women, the gains this time were substantial.

Perhaps due to not completely killing Zhuang Hongyi, the danger he faced was not too great, although the opponent’s cultivation was at Tier Three, posing no deadly threat. The battle earned him 6 Tribulation Points, considered moderate.

As for the Straw Hat Man’s sudden attack, it didn’t yield any Tribulation Points.

The reason was simple; Chen Ping estimated this ordeal wasn’t completely over yet, without breaking tribulation, there was no fortune.

On the Fortune Points side, Zhuang Hongyi’s actions likely had significant impact, after disrupting her plans, his Fortune Points increased swiftly, rising by as much as 12 points.

Upon looking at Fortune, Chen Ping noticed the ’Trace Origin and Steal Fortune’ talent hadn’t been activated.

Undoubtedly, the luck of Black Wolf and Leopard was too poor, nothing beneficial could be gained from their past, so this talent chose to ignore them.

However, ’Innate Talent’ and ’Enlightenment’ could be enhanced.

Ten Fortune Points, to increase one point in ’Innate Talent’ or ’Enlightenment’.

’I probably understand the role of Innate Talent; it’s about using energy more efficiently to strengthen the body faster, advancing cultivation.’

’Enlightenment, should be enhancing mental capacity and the ability to draw parallels; the higher the enlightenment, the quicker the Martial Dao insights will come, making entry into any powerful martial arts quicker. Greater skill comprehension, more powerful execution of various techniques.’

Chen Ping knew, increasing enlightenment might not provide immediate effects, but from a long-term perspective, the stronger the enlightenment, the faster the cultivation progress.

Just like some once-in-a-century genius, who, without much learning, can grasp Supreme Swordsmanship by merely watching a monkey dance with a tree branch;

Or understand Supreme Lightness Skill by observing a flock of wild geese fly by.

The use of high enlightenment is evident.

If Chen Ping back then had high enlightenment when acquiring the "Seven Stars Step," he might have been able to master it with a mere glance, rather than trial and error leading to such distress.

Now with plenty of Fortune, Innate Talent through Physical Body Refining reached 6 points, sufficing basically.

Enlightenment at only 4 points still lagged behind, making diverse techniques unable to achieve optimal results.

Thinking it over, Chen Ping’s eyes gleamed, his thoughts directed at the "Fortune" and clicked.

’Increase Enlightenment.’

At this moment, any strength increment is welcome.

No room for concern over wastefulness.