The triangular-eyed cultivator paused, turning his head to glance at Chen Ping.
The first thing he saw was a low-level rogue cultivator, dressed simply, with an honest and simple demeanor, and whose cultivation level was only that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Instantly, his eyes were filled with contempt and impatience: “Where did this piece of trash come from? How dare you interfere in the affairs of my Dry Bone Sect? Are you tired of living?”
“Your cultivation is not even as good as a child’s. I would even refuse to let you absorb my Dao foundation.”
Chen Ping smiled faintly, then complained with a helpless expression, “I’m not trying to criticize you guys, but after cultivating for thousands of years, how come your vision isn’t as broad as mine, a low-level rogue cultivator?”
“A kid stepped on your clothes, it wasn’t like he stepped on your private parts, why did you hit him so hard?”
“Those who cultivate themselves should have a broad mind and be tolerant of all things. But you people are like this, with hearts smaller than the eye of a pin. What kind of path are you cultivating? Are you cultivating the path of stinginess and miserliness?”
His words were full of roguish charm, and his criticisms were both straightforward and down-to-earth, making the originally nervous and uneasy boy next to him unable to suppress his laughter.
The triangular-eyed cultivator’s face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Being publicly mocked by a low-level rogue cultivator had humiliated him, and his anger surged to the top of his head: “You’re asking for death!”
Without further ado, he raised his hand, his spiritual energy surging, and struck Chen Ping’s chest with a fierce palm strike, carrying the unique sinister death aura of the Dry Bone Sect, clearly intending to cripple this meddlesome low-level rogue cultivator.
Passersby shook their heads, already anticipating Chen Ping’s fate of being severely injured and falling to the ground.
But the next second, a bizarre scene unfolded.
Chen Ping stood motionless, not even lifting his eyelids, and casually raised his hand to block.
The seemingly effortless movement precisely caught the opponent’s angry palm strike.
boom!
The insidious death energy exploded, but it didn’t even shake Chen Ping’s robes. It was completely swallowed and dissolved by the barely perceptible chaotic origin on his body.
The triangular-eyed cultivator’s pupils shrank suddenly, his face filled with astonishment.
He couldn’t understand how a mere Great Luo Golden Immortal could so easily withstand his full-force palm strike.
Chen Ping looked up, giving him a look as if he were an idiot, and said calmly, “You’re not as strong as me, you don’t have as much presence, you can’t win an argument, and you can’t beat me in a fight, so how about you apologize to me?”
“presumptuous!”
The man with the triangular eyes was both shocked and furious. Just as he was about to unleash an even stronger killing technique, Chen Ping, too lazy to waste words with him, flicked his wrist slightly.
There were no earth-shattering phenomena, no overwhelming pressure, just a simple backhand slap.
Snap!
The crisp, loud sound of a slap echoed throughout the entire street.
The man with the triangular eyes was instantly spun around three times on the spot after being slapped. His cheeks were swollen and red, his teeth were broken, and a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth gushed out. His body crashed heavily to the ground and he couldn’t get up for a long time.
The entire process was clean, concise, and understated, without any unnecessary delays.
The remaining two followers of the Bone Sect were completely terrified, standing frozen in place, unable to move forward or backward, staring in horror at the seemingly honest but actually terrifying young man before them.
Chen Ping clapped his hands, looking completely innocent: “I didn’t hit anyone. He lost his balance and fell because he was spinning around. It has nothing to do with me.”
The boy standing to the side was completely stunned, his eyes wide open, utterly shocked.
This seemingly ordinary person, whose cultivation level is even lower than mine, is actually this strong?!
Chen Ping was too lazy to argue with the two henchmen anymore. He turned to look at the dazed-looking boy and his tone instantly softened considerably: “Kid, don’t be afraid, it’s alright now.”
The boy then came to his senses, quickly bowed, and said with gratitude, “Thank you so much for saving me, brother! I will never forget your kindness!”
“It’s a small matter.”
Chen Ping waved his hand and casually took out two low-grade spirit stones from his storage bag and handed them to him. “Take these and buy some food. Gain some weight. You look too thin; you’ll fall over in the wind.”
The boy held the spirit stone, his eyes instantly reddening.
He had been wandering in Wandao City for years, always having to watch people’s faces and suffering all kinds of bullying. He had always been exploited and bullied, but no one had ever protected him or treated him kindly like this.
“Big brother, my name is Luo Xiaoqi. If you don’t mind, I will follow you.”
As she spoke, Luo Xiaoqi kowtowed to Chen Ping.
Seeing this, Chen Ping quickly raised his hand gently, preventing Luo Xiaoqi from kneeling down.
“Alright, you’ll be working with me from now on. My name is Chen Ping.”
Chen Ping didn’t have many friends in the Twenty-Seventh Heaven. Fortunately, Luo Xiaoqi was a local and could help him find out things, run errands, and do odd jobs.
From then on, Luo Xiaoqi became Chen Ping’s subordinate.
The young man was pure of heart, grateful for kindness, and convinced that Chen Ping was a good person, so he followed him wholeheartedly.