Chapter 591 - 250: Soul-Stealing, Bloodline Puppet (Part 2)

It will immediately alert the other party.

That wouldn’t be good.

Since the Golden-Robed Man wants to escape to the west when nearing failure, it is undoubtedly because he believes that direction would allow him to avoid a fatal disaster.

Thinking inversely, Chen Ping can understand that in the west, there must be people or objects that could pose a life-threatening danger to him.

Otherwise, it would be very irrational.

...

The group moved swiftly and soon arrived at the place Ji Mingyue found the hoofprints and human footprints. Chen Ping spread out his Divine Sense Power, sensing carefully for a moment, then made a gesture for silence, signaling the others to wait while he activated the long-unused Butterfly Dance and Swallow Return Body Technique, becoming like a fluttering colorful butterfly, silently and stealthily bending flowers and trees, advancing deftly.

Compared to when Butterfly Dance and Swallow Return first reached Perfection, after reaching the Divine Martial Realm, Chen Ping’s Spiritual Power and True Essence Power both increased by many times.

With the tide rising with the boat, using this Lightweight Skill again now, it could be called completely silent, flying without a trace.

Thus, there are no useless cultivation techniques in this world, only incompetent people.

Even using Mortal Lightness Skill carries a bit of Immortal Aura.

Within just ten miles, Chen Ping circled around without alarming a single bird or beast, not disturbing a single flower or blade of grass, until he reached under a cliff, turned past a mountain bend, and saw a flat area.

An enormous encampment had somehow appeared here, with a lake on the left where valiant men were watering their horses, and on the right, silent and densely packed with tents.

He could vaguely sense hundreds of people, yet heard no voices of conversation.

Chen Ping thought for a moment and quietly extended his Manifest Saint Realm Divine Sense to slowly approach.

He was very curious about who these people were and what means they had, daring to plot against him.

"Why is there no movement yet? Situ Hao won’t fail his promise, will he? Had I known, I wouldn’t have trusted his nonsense. The assassins of the Wind and Cloud Pavilion won’t achieve anything."

In the main camp, adorned with dazzling jewels, fragrant tea steam rising, a youth dressed in a black Python Robe and wearing a Golden Crown paced back and forth.

This person had a faint hint of nobility in his features, his complexion slightly pale, evidently very anxious.

"Crown Prince, please be patient for now. The faction that person belongs to has fought against our Great Li for hundreds of years, and is extremely challenging. Even Grand Ancestor respects them deeply, always showing leniency whenever striking..."

Since the other side possesses such prowess, truly plotting against Chen Ping, there’s no reason for failure. Once the time comes, your highness acts according to plan, you’ll definitely be able to kill directly, eradicating a major threat."

A crimson-clad scholar beside the youth smiled reassuringly.

"I hope so. It’s the first time the ancestor clearly stated, if this task is accomplished, there will be hope for ascending the throne, making me anxious and embarrassed."

"No harm done. Placing myself in your position, I too would feel restless if faced with the same matter."

The scholar’s smile was warm, his words gentle and pleasant.

Gradually, the Python Robe Youth’s emotions slowly calmed down.

Chen Ping’s Divine Sense was far away, already seeing clearly that the youth’s right hand constantly caressed a small Purple Gourd at his waist as if stroking some rare treasure.

As soon as his gaze landed on the gourd, his heart jolted severely.

Waves surged in his mind.

Suddenly, he felt that this gourd might pose some impediment to him.

’What could it be?’

As soon as Chen Ping thought of this, he felt a stabbing pain in his awareness sea, a long-sealed memory in his mind suddenly leaped out.

It was a giant dragon claw, green-scaled five-clawed, breaking clouds and mist, thundering towards him.

An indescribable pain appeared deep in his soul.

Beads of sweat appeared on Chen Ping’s forehead, he almost groaned silently.

’This isn’t my memory, it’s from the original body, the memory is vague and distant, leaving only a mark deep inside...’

’If I’m not mistaken, it must have happened when this body was just born. Being too young, without memory, no wonder I can’t recall the details; only being stirred now do I have some reaction.’

’I always said, growing up to sixteen years old, the original body remained naïve and kind like a fool, with many actions in the growth process being inexplicable, and this is why.’

Piecing together all the information, Chen Ping already roughly guessed what was inside the gourd and what means the other side intended to use against him.

No wonder as soon as he intended to approach, deep within his soul, a very bad feeling emerged.

’Situ Hao, is the Golden-Robed Divine Martial called Situ Hao? Surrounded by layers, the method unmatched, too insidious. Alas, in this round, I’m the one who laughs last.’

Chen Ping’s gaze turned cold.

He withdrew and retreated swiftly.

Before leaving, his gaze left from the gourd to glance at the Jade Sword hanging on the black Python Robe Youth’s neck.

Though it didn’t give him the feeling of impending disaster.

Yet an overwhelming and exceedingly discreet aura made Chen Ping understand it must be one of the opponent’s trump cards.

’This world is vast, with all sorts of strange means, never can one neglect danger just because of skill, recklessly charging forward.’

He carefully experienced the peculiar sense of threat for a moment.