The elixir entered his stomach and instantly transformed into a vast yet gentle flood, swiftly coursing through his limbs and bones.
Pure medicinal power nourished his damaged meridians, repaired hidden injuries to his internal organs, and even granted a trace of nourishment to his depleted divine soul.
Within the mountain cave, spiritual energy swirled densely. Chen Ping’s aura grew visibly stronger and more refined.
The wounds on his body healed rapidly, his pale complexion regained a healthy flush, and his originally chaotic breathing gradually steadied.
In fact, he had advanced slightly beyond his condition before the injury, now touching the threshold of the late fifth-grade Human Immortal realm.
Several days later, Chen Ping opened his eyes. A sharp glint lay deep within his pupils, almost tangible. He lightly clenched his fist, sensing the surging power within him, and a cold arc curved at the corner of his mouth.
“It is time.”
He took out the Xuan Yin Sha Sect token, sent his divine sense into it, and soon located the sect gate tens of thousands of miles away, shrouded in dense yin sha energy.
With a shift of his figure, Chen Ping turned into a streak of light too fast to catch and sped towards the Xuan Yin Sha Sect.
The Xuan Yin Sha Sect was located in a mountain valley where multiple yin veins converged.
Above the sect, ash-black sha clouds hung all year round, and the air carried a faint stench of decay mixed with bone-chilling cold.
The patrolling disciples all had sinister gazes, faint ghostly qi lingering around their bodies.
Chen Ping entered as though the place were deserted, easily bypassing the outer warning formations, and arrived directly above the sect’s core area.
He hovered in mid-air, looking down upon the buildings that resembled a ghostly domain. Without any unnecessary words, he unleashed a vast, overwhelming pressure.
Boom!
It was as if an invisible mountain crashed down. The entire Xuan Yin Sha Sect instantly fell into chaos.
Disciples with lower cultivation collapsed limply to the ground, roof tiles clattered and fell.
“Who dares trespass upon my Xuan Yin Sha Sect!”
Several powerful auras shot up from the depths of the sect. They were the sect master and several elders, all at the early Heavenly Immortal realm.
The leading middle-aged man had a deathly pale face and vicious eyes. He was none other than the sect master, Old Ancestor Xuan Sha.
When they saw only one person in the sky, apparently merely at the fifth-grade Human Immortal realm, they first breathed a sigh of relief, then fury rose at being treated with contempt.
“Brat, who are you? How dare you act wildly at my Xuan Yin Sha Sect!”
Old Ancestor Xuan Sha shouted sternly while secretly signalling the elders to spread out and form an encirclement.
Chen Ping’s gaze was calm, as if he were looking at a group of ants. Too lazy to exchange further words, he directly took out the token he had obtained from the female cultivator and tossed it downward.
The token clanged as it landed at Old Ancestor Xuan Sha’s feet.
Old Ancestor Xuan Sha glanced down, and his expression changed slightly. “This is… Little Zi’s token! What have you done to her?”
Little Zi was precisely that female cultivator’s name, an inner disciple highly valued within the sect.
“I killed her.”
Chen Ping’s tone was indifferent, as though mentioning an utterly trivial matter.
“What? You dared to kill my beloved disciple!”
An old woman standing behind Old Ancestor Xuan Sha immediately shrieked. She was Little Zi’s master. “Sect Master, kill him! Avenge Zi’er!”
“Why did you kill a disciple of our sect?” Old Ancestor Xuan Sha demanded.
“That disciple of yours had a venomous mouth. I saved her life, yet she mocked me and spoke with vicious sarcasm, so I killed her,” Chen Ping said lightly.
It was as if killing that female cultivator was no different from crushing an ant.
Killing intent flashed explosively in Old Ancestor Xuan Sha’s eyes. “Good, very good! A mere fifth-grade Human Immortal dares murder my sect’s people and come to our door to provoke us! Today I shall definitely extract your soul and refine it, leaving you no chance of reincarnation! Form the array!”
In an instant, the elders took their positions. Yin sha qi surged madly, condensing into a gigantic ghostly face formation that lunged to devour Chen Ping.
Old Ancestor Xuan Sha personally struck as well. He swung a bone staff entwined with countless resentful souls, sending a miserable green evil light straight towards Chen Ping’s forehead.
