Chen Ping waved his hand, signalling for everyone to quiet down.
His movements were elegant and composed, as if everything was under his control.
“Everyone, there is no need for formalities. I merely did what I ought to have done.” Chen Ping’s voice was gentle yet resolute, instilling a sense of inexplicable security in those who heard it.
After speaking, Chen Ping headed towards the warehouse of Bipolar Village.
His steps were steady and powerful, each one resonating in the hearts of the onlookers.
He knew that a vast quantity of immortal stones must be stored there, and these stones held crucial importance for him.
As expected, when he pushed open the warehouse doors, he beheld mountains of piled-up immortal stones. These stones emanated dense immortal energy, their brilliance dazzling, purer than any he had seen in the Heavenly Realm.
Each stone seemed to contain boundless energy, stirring an irresistible longing in one’s heart.
“Excellent! This is marvellous!”
Chen Ping exclaimed with excitement, his eyes gleaming with fervour, “These immortal stones will serve perfectly to enhance my strength!”
He understood well that in this world where the strong reigned supreme, only by ceaselessly advancing his own power could he better safeguard himself and those around him, and fulfil the mission in his heart.
Without hesitation, Chen Ping collected all the immortal stones into his storage ring.
His actions were deft and swift, as if he had performed such tasks countless times before.
Then, he turned to Li Qingshan and the others and said: “Let us depart! To the next quarry!”
His gaze conveyed unwavering determination and resolve, as if no obstacle could halt his advance.
In the days that followed, Chen Ping led Li Qingshan and the rest on a relentless sweep through the various quarries of the Yuande Realm.
They were like a sharp blade thrusting into the heart of the demon clan cultivators, scattering them in defeat wherever they went.
At each location, they would slaughter every demon clan cultivator present.
Chen Ping wielded the Dragon-Slaying Sword, its blade flashing with icy light; with every swing, he claimed the lives of several demon clan cultivators.
His swordsmanship was fierce and precise, honed through innumerable trials, each strike and form unleashing its utmost potency.
Li Qingshan and the others were no less eager to prove themselves; they unleashed their own skills, engaging the demon clan cultivators in fierce combat.
Amid the battles, they liberated the enslaved cultivators.
Those enslaved cultivators, who had long lost all hope, saw Chen Ping and his group as saviours and eagerly joined their ranks.
Chen Ping seized all the immortal stones from each site; these stones were not only vital for boosting strength but also a key means to undermine the demon clan’s resources.
In short order, Chen Ping’s name resounded throughout the Yuande Realm.
Everyone knew of the immortal venerable from the Heavenly Realm who was rescuing them from their sea of suffering.
His deeds spread to every corner, becoming legends on the lips of the people.
The liberated cultivators recounted his tales to all they met, spreading word of this hero far and wide.
The demon clan cultivators trembled at the mere mention of Chen Ping’s name, their souls fleeing in terror.
They had once believed they could rampage unchecked in the Yuande Realm, only to encounter such a formidable foe.
They hid away in droves, afraid to emerge and wreak further havoc: some fled into deep forests and ancient woods, others to remote corners, hoping only to evade Chen Ping’s pursuit.
Soon, the over a thousand quarries of the Yuande Realm stood unguarded.
The freed cultivators regained their liberty and flocked to join Chen Ping’s forces, eager to follow him in liberating more of their kin.
Their ranks swelled rapidly, from a mere handful at the outset to several thousand strong, forming a force that could no longer be ignored.
Just as the demon clan cultivators sank into despair, a figure abruptly appeared in the skies above the Yuande Realm.
