A Man Like None Other Chapter 7115 Luo Xiaoqi
Chen Ping slowly raised his eyes, gazing at the vast, boundless sky shrouded in clouds and mist. His eyes were no longer filled with confusion and repression, but only with burning fighting spirit and unwavering sharpness.
Ten days is enough time for him to establish himself in the Twenty-Seventh Heaven, familiarize himself with the rules of heaven and earth, refine his own Daoist essence, and wait for the Dao Ruins to open.
Back in his room that evening, Chen Ping quietly unlocked most of the seal, using the pure and primordial Dao of the Twenty-Seventh Heaven to refine his Dao foundation, solidify his origin, and seize the opportunity to merge the Chaos and Devouring Daos.
It was extremely quiet and efficient, and outsiders couldn’t detect anything unusual at all.
The next day, Chen Ping went for a stroll on the street again, hoping to get some more information.
Suddenly, they caught sight of three cultivators dressed in identical gray robes, exuding a cold aura, surrounding a child and harassing him.
Looking at the child, who appeared to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with clean features and a bright smile, wearing a faded blue cloth shirt, his cultivation level was not high, barely reaching the second rank of Immortal Lord.
This level of strength is at the bottom in Wandao City.
“You little bastard, are you blind? This flowing cloud robe of mine is worth ten years of your errand-running fees. If you dirty even an inch of it, you’ll have to pay with your cultivation foundation!”
The leading cultivator had triangular eyes and a sinister expression. His cultivation level was a full fifth-grade Immortal Lord, making him a local tyrant in this area.
His two henchmen behind him also pressed forward relentlessly, cornering Luo Xiaoqi against the wall and refusing to give up.
The boy blushed and repeatedly bowed his head in apology, his tone sincere: “Senior, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’ll clean it for you, or I’ll compensate you with spirit stones, please be lenient.”
“Does an apology help?”
The triangular-eyed cultivator sneered and slapped Luo Xiaoqi across the face. The spiritual energy was mixed with a strong wind and the force was extremely heavy. With this slap, Luo Xiaoqi’s facial bones would be shattered at best, and her Dao foundation would be damaged at worst.
There were many passersby on the street, but they all watched coldly and avoided each other.
No one wanted to offend this group of notorious rogue cultivators in the city—the outer disciples of the Dry Bone Sect—for the sake of a lowly, unaffiliated cultivator.
The Dry Bone Sect is a second-rate force around Wandao City. They do not follow the orthodox path, but specialize in the path of corpses and bones. Their techniques are insidious, their actions are domineering, they bully the weak and fear the strong, and they run rampant in the streets. Ordinary rogue cultivators dare not provoke them at all.
Just as the slap was about to land on the boy’s face, a lazy and nonchalant voice suddenly rang out.
“Hey, hey, stop, stop, stop.”
Chen Ping strolled over slowly, waving his hand dismissively, “That’s enough, brother, it’s no big deal.”