2447: C2447 Orthotopic Pathway

C2447 Orthotopic Pathway

Daoist Master Longhu stood dumbly in the arena, his heart sinking to the bottom. His realm was slowly declining and he was filled with fear. Like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, there was a rustling sound in his ears.

Everyone looked at Yang Ping.

He was heavily injured and was barely able to stand. It was clear that he couldn't gather his strength. He definitely wouldn't be able to defeat Daoist Master Long Hu even if he fell to the altar.

Jiang Weimin was extremely frightened as he continuously retreated. He wanted to leave, but when he felt how powerful Madame Zhu was, even his uncle who was in the Subsaint Realm had casually knocked down the divine altar, other than the old man, there was probably no one else in Jiang Family.

Could it be that Madame Zhu had already reached the old man's level?

Jiang Weimin was almost scared to death.

Daoist Master Longhu regained his senses as his body trembled nonstop. The feeling of losing his power was extremely uncomfortable. If he did not, his enemies would definitely come to his house and lose their superior position in the Jiang Family. It was better to die than to live.

However, even though he hated Madame Zhu, he didn't dare to show it. He finally understood that it was not that Madame Zhu didn't want to stop him, but rather, disdained to do so. It wasn't that the two experts from the Floating Temple and the Thunderchant Temple couldn't be found, they might have already died.

He felt cold.

"I won the battle with Yang Ping. Not only did I help you recover your strength, I also let you leave the Dragon City safely." Madame Zhu said indifferently.

Daoist Master Longhu's entire body shook as a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

"Madam …" Daoist Master Long Hu was overjoyed. He thought that death was inevitable, but he never expected that Madame Zhu would change her mind and ask, "Is that true?"

Madame Zhu looked at Yang Ping.

Yang Ping took a deep breath, with a sharp look in his eyes, he said in a deep voice, "I am willing."

Daoist Master Long Hu asked again, "What if we kill him?"

Without waiting for Madame Zhu to speak, Yang Ping snorted and said, "If I die, my skills will be inferior. You can still leave. "

Daoist Master Longhu saw Madame Zhu's tacit approval and felt resentment in his heart. He thought to himself, "Yang Ping, since you want to die, I'll grant you your wish." Originally, his cultivation realm had been severed, giving birth to endless grievances. Now that he had the opportunity to return, how could he give up?

However, Yang Ping was only a seventh-grade, so he was heavily injured. Comparing the two, Daoist Master Long Hu grinned and said coldly, "You are courting death yourself, so I will send you to hell."

LEE Ba clenched her fists tightly and revealed a worried expression.

Even though Yang Ping was seriously injured, it was almost impossible for him to stand up. However, he still accepted the challenge. This was akin to forcing himself to die. The others sighed in their hearts. They had no idea what Madame Zhu's purpose was, and even though they couldn't guess, they didn't dare to stop her.

Daoist Master Long Hu let out a laugh and said with hatred, "Come at me. Didn't you say that you were at the same cultivation level and that I could easily kill me?"

Yang Ping took a deep breath and adjusted his condition.

At the critical moment, Daoist Master Longhu's eyes flashed with a cold light. He raised his hand and a burst of dragon and tiger energy shot out from his palm towards Yang Ping's face.

LEE Ba wanted to scream, but seeing Madame Zhu's beautiful figure, she hesitated.

Ah!

In the blink of an eye, a miserable shriek came from the arena. Daoist Master Luminary clutched his lower abdomen as his face turned pale. He bellowed, "You're using a concealed weapon!" Blood gurgled out of his lower abdomen, as if he had been slashed by a knife, and was in incomparable pain.

Yang Ping looked at him coldly. He stood up straight and released a biting cold aura that was like a blade.

"You dare to hurt me?" Daoist Master Longhu's expression changed as he said in a sinister manner. He still retained his aloof attitude. In front of him, Yang Ping was nothing but an ant.

Amidst his rage, Daoist Master Longhu used his most powerful technique to envelop the entire arena.

Dragon and Tiger's True Meaning!

His left arm turned into a real dragon while a white tiger condensed on his right. The two of them combined into one and displayed might above Grade Nine. The others paled. They didn't think that the crippled Daoist Master Longhu would still be so powerful. He far surpassed them.

LEE Ba shouted, "Be careful!"

One dragon and one tiger, one yin and one yang. Daoist Master Longhu's comprehension of Yin and Yang had reached the peak, and he had comprehended the true meaning of the Dragon and Tiger. Although it was no longer a Subsaint, he still had experience.

Everyone else was worried.

Madame Zhu watched him coldly, but did not make a move to stop him.

Seeing that Madame Zhu did not want to make a move, Daoist Master Longhu heaved a sigh of relief. He felt that with Madame Zhu's status, it was impossible for her to go back on her word.

Jiang Weimin was ecstatic. He clenched his fists and thought, "Die, Yang Ping."

Yang Ping's expression was calm. He wasn't afraid, nor was he afraid. He just silently looked at Long Hu. In his mind, symbols appeared one after another. Under the threat of death, he instantly understood a lot.

It was as if a layer of film had been punctured by him.

Thus, he took up the stance of setting up his spiritual sea.

Daoist Master Longhu's face changed. He felt a stifling pain in his chest and was overwhelmed with shock. He couldn't see through Yang Ping's initial stance, but for some reason, Yang Ping's posture was like that of an ancient Vicious Beasts, revealing a vicious aura.

He was scared and his actions were slow for a moment.

Puff!

Yang Ping stared at Long Hu's eyes and released his Spiritual Sea.

Ah!

This time, Daoist Master Long Hu covered his eyes and was sent flying. He was as if a small boat had been turned over by a huge wave. It was a tragic sight.

No one saw how Yang Ping attacked. It seemed like he glanced at the other party and then fell to the ground. Everyone looked at each other. No one saw Madame Zhu's eyes flicker with a sense of responsibility when Yang Ping used his Spiritual Sea.

"I seem to have seen it somewhere before," Madame Zhu thought to herself, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Adept Longhu was crippled.

Jiang Weimin ignored his uncle's scream and turned around to leave.

Yang Ping's mind went blank. When he crippled Daoist Master Longhu, he fell onto the arena and gradually lost consciousness.

He had a dream.

He dreamt of Junior Sister's beautiful face waving around under the blue sky and white clouds, trying to summon her. Yang Ping didn't understand what Junior Sister was saying, but he saw her tears of grief.

No!

Yang Ping opened his eyes and got up. A warm ray of sunlight came from the window and the chirping of birds could be heard from outside. Looking around, Yang Ping was stunned.

Where is this place?

"Young Master Yang, you're awake?" The door opened and Liu Yu walked in, "How do you feel?"

Yang Ping was puzzled, "Housekeeper Liu, what is this place?"

Liu Yu laughed, "This is Hidden Treasure Pavilion, Madam said that you will see him after you die." Afraid that Yang Ping wasn't feeling well, he suggested taking a break for half an hour. But Yang Ping wanted to know more, so he hurriedly got up and walked towards the bamboo forest.

Bamboo House.

Madame Zhu was making tea. Her expression was tranquil, without any sadness or joy. She was like a celestial being.0

"Sit."

Yang Ping sat down obediently, wanting to ask about the Dragon God Competition.

"Tea."

Madame Zhu said coldly.

Yang Ping quickly drank the tea and revealed a look of disappointment.

Madame Zhu asked, "Did you comprehend it?"

Yang Ping frowned and nodded, "A little."

Madame Zhu had a rare look of admiration in her eyes. It was unknown what she was thinking about. Yang Ping was baffled. Suddenly, his entire body trembled, and the energy that was missing from his body was instantly replenished. The fragrance of tea filled the air in front of the Bamboo House s.

"How much did you comprehend?"

Madame Zhu asked casually.

Yang Ping thought about it seriously and then stood up. He respectfully bowed towards Madame Zhu and said, "Thank you."

Madame Zhu waved her hand and sighed, "Yang Ping, do you know what your mistake is?"

Yang Ping's heart skipped a beat and he lowered his head to think.

After a long while, Yang Ping looked flustered. It seemed that he had figured out Madame Zhu's intention. He said in shame, "Thank you Madam for your guidance. Yang Ping will never forget it."

Finished speaking, Yang Ping did not chat with Madame Zhu anymore and left the bamboo garden. He also did not greet Liu Yu as he walked directly out of Hidden Treasure Pavilion.

The sun shone brightly, and the light was endless.

Yang Ping returned to the Yang Medical Center and did not cultivate. Instead, he was comprehending a certain concept. Others might not be able to figure it out, but Yang Ping was clear that his cultivation had gone berserk. If it wasn't for Madame Zhu, he would still be immersed in the flames of revenge.

"Immortal Medicine Sect, Immortal Medicine Sect, if I am not a doctor, how can I bring out the best of the needle technique?"

"Opening the door for consultation is the right path."

Yang Ping sighed and smiled happily.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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