Among the ranks of the Heavenly Phoenix Imperial Dynasty, there were also academy experts. Seeing their own people being bullied, one such expert should have intervened, yet at this moment, he remained indifferent.
Lin Yuexin was willing to fight for Chen Pingping, blocking the formidable enemy. How was this any different from betraying the academy, betraying the Heavenly Phoenix Imperial Dynasty, and betraying the Spirit Realm?
If that was the case, she was no longer part of the academy.
A group of experts from the Ancient Dynasty stepped forward, blocking Lin Yuexin’s path.
Only then did Huang Mingzhi find relief. His gaze was cold as he looked towards the noodle shop. "Chen Pingping, do you dare to fight?"
Lin Yuexin struck first, undaunted by the number of opponents. Her gaze filled with determination. She sought to break through her inner demons and grasp the Dharma Principles floating in the Void, even though she was outmatched.
Within two exchanges, Lin Yuexin was severely injured. Blood oozed from her wounds, her hair was disheveled and matted with blood, and her Dantian was in chaos, unable to circulate energy properly.
She gasped for air, clumsily climbing up from the ruins.
The crowd felt some pity, thinking, "Why bother? Is it worth it to sacrifice one’s own destiny and future for a stranger?"
Yang Qiuhua couldn’t help but speak out, "Too stubborn. When faced with overwhelming numbers, why not choose to avoid the brunt of their assault temporarily?"
"Great destruction leads to great establishment. Only thus can one surpass oneself and step into a higher realm. Lin Yuexin is not wrong," Chen Pingping said with a smile.
"She shouldn’t have sided with Chen Pingping," Yang Qiuhua retorted. "One’s stance is very important. With her actions, she is undoubtedly making an enemy of the entire Spirit Realm."
"Perhaps she doesn’t care?" Chen Pingping glanced sideways.
He had to admit, he was starting to admire Lin Yuexin.
She certainly had many flaws, but she was fearless. Once she recognized them, she could correct them promptly, as demonstrated in this current slaughter.
To proceed despite knowing it was impossible—that was courage. She had harbored hatred for many years, yet had not lost her sanity...
Chen Pingping squinted, watching the battle with great interest.
Yang Qiuhua, at his side, added, "You may be right, but she is dying. If Chen Pingping doesn’t make a move, her determination will become a joke."
"How do you know Chen Pingping won’t make a move?" Chen Pingping asked.
"I’m guessing!" Yang Qiuhua said. "The three great imperial dynasties, the Purple Gold Divine Clans, numerous powerful Sect experts, and many terrifying Loose Cultivators are all watching Chen Pingping closely. The moment that fellow appears, he’s as good as dead."
"Setting aside past grudges with the imperial dynasties and Divine Clans, the Undying Furnace he possesses alone is enough to get him killed ten thousand times over." At this point, Yang Qiuhua picked up his drink and downed it in one gulp. "So, I suspect Chen Pingping has already left this place."
This was his personal speculation.
Chen Pingping rested his chin on his hand and smiled, not refuting anything.
On the ruins, Lin Yuexin charged again, exploding with all her might. She tried to break through the Ancient Dynasty’s blockade and stop Huang Mingzhi’s advance, but unfortunately, she failed.
Once more severely wounded, the Dantian within her body completely dimmed, and her consciousness began to fade.
In a hazy state, she seemed to see the Dharma Principles drifting towards her. She wanted to reach out, but she couldn’t... Her arms felt too heavy to lift.
The experts from the Ancient Dynasty, their faces cold, yelled one after another, "Chen Pingping, if you don’t come out, we’ll kill her!"
They weren’t quite clear about the relationship between the two, but... this was their only strategy for now.
Of course, as they spoke, they were also wary of the little black dog, afraid it might suddenly charge over.
Huang Mingzhi drew closer and closer to the noodle shop—five hundred meters, three hundred meters, one hundred meters... He stopped only when he was thirty meters away, similarly afraid of the little black dog.
Sighing, Chen Pingping felt helpless. He turned to the person beside him and said, "I’m going out. I’ll treat you to a drink sometime." Since he had chosen to help her, he would see it through to the end.
Yang Qiuhua was taken aback. He grabbed Chen Pingping’s arm, saying, "Fellow Daoist, don’t be reckless!"
Chen Pingping smiled without a word and, breaking free, walked out.
Thirty meters away, Huang Mingzhi suddenly exclaimed upon seeing Chen Pingping, "He’s out! He’s out! Damn it!"
In an instant, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield grew heavy, suddenly becoming oppressive.
The patrons inside the noodle shop gaped, feeling suffocated, especially Yang Qiuhua, whose head was buzzing.
Lin Ruosheng stared wide-eyed, pointing outside. "Fuck, do you see him?" he stammered. "That’s Chen Pingping, you bunch of idiots! Damn it! To think they actually still doubted if he was Chen Pingping."
As it turned out, it was a case of the thief crying "Stop, thief!"; Chen Pingping had been here all along.
"So he’s Chen Pingping? He doesn’t look like much!"
"Strange, the fluctuations of his aura are very peculiar, only at the Divine King Realm."
"This level of cultivation is enough to bamboozle the three great imperial dynasties? To kill members of the Purple Gold Divine Clan?" Discussions began to ripple through the crowd.
The Heavenly Dragon Prince and Jincheng—two young geniuses—wore grim expressions. As they recalled past events, killing intention surged within their hearts.
Hei rushed over, not to attack, but to Lin Yuexin’s side, quietly standing guard.
A few steps later, Chen Pingping also arrived. He took out some Spirit Pills and fed them to her, mumbling to himself, "This should help, right?"
Seeing this, everyone’s mouths twitched.
A total of five Spirit Pills: three eighth-rank and two seventh-rank. Each Spirit Pill of this level was worth a fortune!
Lin Yuexin’s injuries seemed severe, but they weren’t fatal. A little rest would have sufficed. If one truly wanted her to recover faster, a single Spirit Pill would have been more than enough.
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"Is this guy really from the Heaven Martial Continent?" someone doubted.
In just a short span of about ten breaths, Lin Yuexin woke up. The first thing she saw was Chen Pingping’s smiling face. She wrinkled her brow subconsciously and then pushed him away. "I’m not selling my body."
Chen Pingping’s smile froze.
The expressions on the faces of those around turned odd.
"Do I, Chen, look like someone who lacks women?" Chen Pingping fumed.
"Forget it, forget it, I won’t argue with you." Chen Pingping rolled his eyes and pushed up his sleeves, ready to act, only to be stopped by Lin Yuexin.
She said, "You better run for your life instead!"
"The three great imperial dynasties and the Purple Gold Divine Clan are arrayed against you," she continued. "Who knows how many other powerful experts are lurking in the shadows, all watching with predatory eyes? You alone cannot possibly contend against them."
Even if Hei took action, I’m afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop so many, right?She didn’t want Chen Pingping to die here, not now at least; she had yet to reawaken her Reincarnation.
Chen Pingping said, "Just watch"—four very succinct words.
Breaking away from Lin Yuexin, he turned to face Huang Mingzhi.
For some reason, Huang Mingzhi felt a surge of panic. Even though he sensed Chen Pingping’s aura fluctuations were only at the Realm of Divine King, he was still panicked. This guy was different.
"Little girl, any cultivation in this world that relies on external aid is not truly your own strength. Conversely, the power achieved through your own breakthroughs is what truly belongs to you," Chen Pingping said, his eyes opening. "Like me, for example!"
Then he waved his hand. Instantly, a fierce wind rose and surged forward. He was about to make his move.
Everyone held their breath.
"Pure theatrics!" Huang Mingzhi snorted coldly, suppressing the panic in his heart as he moved to meet Chen Pingping’s attack head-on.