Chapter 73: If I Could Avenge the Obstruction of the Dao

Wang Ping's sword differed from before; previously his sword was fast and sharp beyond compare, that's all.

Now his sword carried a hint of fierce killing intent.

With each flash of the Azure Gleam Sword, a corpse fell; no upper-grade magic weapon could block its edge, and the merciless slaughter made many cultivators tremble with fear.

It seemed nothing could withstand a thrust of that azure sword light!

"No! You can't kill me! I'm from the Ye family; my clan has a Foundation Establishment Elder!" A richly dressed young man, dissatisfied with his earlier spectator attitude, begged for mercy with a terrified face.

Wang Ping's cold gaze made people feel chilled; Foundation Establishment? So what?

I still have a transmission token! What do I have to fear from you!

Pfft!

The richly dressed young cultivator collapsed directly, his wide-open eyes showing reluctance, regret, and attachment to this world.

"Everyone attack together! Kill him!" A cultivator urged, and all the cultivators struck simultaneously.

As his words fell, a flash of azure light appeared before him, startling him greatly; he hastily unleashed his magic treasure to block it.

Unfortunately, his upper-grade magic treasure, the Hunyuan Cymbal, barely lasted a tenth of a breath before being pierced by the Azure Gleam Sword.

Puchi!

Another cultivator's blood sprayed across the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Lan Ming! We only wish to view the Qingdi Changsheng Gong; why must we commit this slaughter?"

Someone in the distance shouted loudly.

Wang Ping wore a cold expression, silent, controlling the Azure Gleam Sword to continue harvesting these cultivators' lives.

"If that's the case, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

"Hahaha! Ruthless?"

Wang Ping laughed for the first time, but his smile was icy.

The cultivation method obtained through auction was seized by a forceful attack; that powerful assault came too suddenly—if not for the Heaven-Reversing Seal protecting him, and if he hadn't broken through to Great Completion just before the attack, he might have died!

Right! How are Fellow Daoist Lan and the others?

After slaying another ten Qi Refining Great Completion cultivators, the killing intent lingering in Wang Ping's mind somewhat faded, he also came to his senses, and only then did he suddenly recall that Fellow Daoist Lan and the others seemed to be protecting him.

Thinking this, he ceased the slaughter; a surge far stronger than spiritual power rapidly spread outward around him.

After a breath, Wang Ping's worry eased slightly.

Yet all the cultivators present stared in shock at Wang Ping standing amidst the ruins of Prudent Garden.

"If I'm not mistaken, was that just now divine sense?" a cultivator asked doubtfully.

"Exactly, that is divine sense, a divine sense many times stronger than the spiritual power we release!" an experienced cultivator confirmed.

"He's merely a Qi Refining Great Completion—how could he have given birth to divine sense?"

Heh!

Everyone inwardly sneered, you ask me, I also want to know.

After confirming that Tie Lanshan and the others were merely shaken unconscious, Wang Ping also breathed a sigh of relief; looking once more at the former Prudent Garden with its orderly pavilions, terraces, artificial hills, flowing water, and flourishing flowers, it was now a heap of ruins.

Wang Ping's anger, which had been about to calm, rose again; however, upon seeing the bodies of over thirty cultivators on the ground, the anger in his eyes slightly subsided.

Rattle!

Cough! cough! cough!

Tie Lanshan climbed up from the ruins; the residual shock of the earlier attack nearly shook him to death, fortunately Fellow Daoist Wu had twenty-five talismans!

Even so, he still sustained a minor injury from the shock; almost simultaneously, Great Master Wuru crawled out of the ruins, wearing a clean gray monk's robe, now torn to shreds.

However, his physical body was extraordinarily abnormal, so he was merely somewhat annoyed by the shock!

As for the other two, they remained unconscious in the ruins at this time.

The two who had risen were somewhat dazed; the scene before them left them somewhat incredulous.

"Fellow Daoist Lan! Great Master Wuru, Fellow Daoist Wu, and Fellow Daoist Ouyang are still in the ruins; shouldn't we rescue them first?"

Wang Ping's face showed delight, but this wasn't the time for reminiscing, so he had them first rescue Fellow Daoists Wu Yue and Ouyang Hua.

Tie Lanshan and Great Master Wuru nodded, each heading in a different direction.

Seeing this, Wang Ping slightly lifted his eyes, a flash of cold light crossing his gaze!

A cultivator, seeing the situation was bad, immediately performed the Wind Control Technique to leave this place.

Whoosh!

The Azure Gleam Sword shot forth again!

As before, it was so fast only a glimpse of green light could be seen; the next moment, a miserable cry rang out!

The cultivator who wanted to leave fell straight down, slammed heavily onto the ground, appearing as if he could not survive!

However, the cultivators on scene did not notice that although the cultivator had been pierced by the Azure Gleam Sword, it was not a fatal blow; his appearance of impending death was evidently due to falling from a great height, the fall causing it.

Wang Ping naturally knew this, but his face showed no change, remaining coldly indifferent.

"Fellow Daoist Lan Ming! What exactly do you intend?" a cultivator asked; nowadays he knows the Qingdi Changsheng Gong is impossible to obtain, but Lan Ming clearly does not want to let them leave.

He gazed at the corpses on the ground and said coldly:

"You destroyed my Prudent Garden, blocked my breakthrough, plunged me into a life-or-death predicament, and now you want to leave without a word! Do you think Lan Mou is easy to bully?"

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, "You think you're easy to bully?"

Do those thirty-plus cultivator corpses on the ground feel their deaths were unjust?

"Hmph! Even if your sword is faster, could it possibly kill all of us?" a cultivator shouted indignantly.

Wang Ping calmly said:

"I cannot, but I can slay the first three who try to flee—why not give it a try?"

As his words fell, the Azure Gleam Sword rose again; that cultivator's face drastically changed, he retreated several steps, then, as if realizing something, hastily said, "I didn't intend to leave!"

After speaking, he seemed to feel a bit ashamed and immediately lowered his head.

Actually, no one among the surrounding cultivators mocked him.

"I don't know what Fellow Daoist Lan Ming wants; why not speak up so we can discuss?" A cultivator with a quick mind seemed to think of something and asked Wang Ping.

Wang Ping raised his head and glanced around; wherever his gaze went, all cultivators turned their eyes away, not daring to meet his stare—this was the aura he had earned from fighting his way out.

"Those who attacked Prudent Garden today! Leave five thousand spirit stones as compensation, and all past offenses will be forgiven! Otherwise!"

He didn't say the rest, but everyone understood his meaning.

Five thousand spirit stones!

The cultivators present all changed expression—these spirit stones are too many?

"Fellow Daoist Lan Ming, five thousand spirit stones is really too much; could you perhaps lower the price?" a cultivator asked.

Wang Ping coldly said: "Not a single spirit stone can be less than five thousand! Otherwise! Even if I cannot kill all of you today, I, Lan Ming, swear that you will not leave the Market City!"

"Lan Ming! Don't bully people too much! Can you really kill all of us by yourself? Aren't you afraid that excessive slaughter will invite heavenly punishment?" a cultivator shouted.

Wang Ping smiled, though his smile was somewhat chilling; he stared at the speaking cultivator and said firmly:

"If it lets me avenge my grudge against the obstruction of the Dao and follow my heart's desire, what does heavenly punishment matter?"

Everyone's hearts jolted, they came to their senses, and suddenly realized: yes!

A grudge over obstructing the Dao—this is an irreconcilable hatred among cultivators!

Many cultivators don't even get a chance to take revenge.

"Fellow Daoist Lan! Sorry! I only have four thousand spirit stones on me; could I substitute the rest with other items?"

Some cultivators have already chosen to hand over spirit stones, understanding the grudge!

"Sure!"

"Thank you!" that cultivator produced four thousand spirit stones and some materials, gave a slight bow, and left.

With the first, came the second; the cultivator who had just shouted placed down five thousand spirit stones and left quickly.

Wang Ping did not stop them.

In the short time it takes to finish a cup of tea, Wang Ping already had ten piles of spirit stones before him.

Moreover, no cultivator lingered before him; in the distance, a cultivator's eyes flickered with greed, but upon seeing the dozen or so corpses on the ruins, he reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

The four of Tie Lanshan, already standing behind Wang Ping, stared wide-eyed at the piles of spirit stones before them and the two heaps of various materials, dazed!

Hmph!

Wang Ping suddenly let out a barely audible grunt; though the sound was faint, the few people present were all Great Perfection Qi Refining cultivators, and not the slightest movement escaped their perception.

"Don't make any extra movements; gather the spirit stones and we'll leave quickly!"

Wang Ping's divine sense transmission echoed in the minds of the four of Tie Lanshan.

They were all perceptive individuals; just that one grunt and a sentence about collecting spirit stones let them know Wang Ping wasn't as calm as he seemed—he likely suffered severe injuries.

They no longer delayed, opened their storage bags, and collected these spirit stones; these stones alone filled ten of their storage bags.

"And the corpses on the ground!"

Wang Ping couldn't help but remind them; hearing this, the few people couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Hah! Brother Lan! Congratulations on breaking through to Great Perfection Qi Refining!"

After the spirit stones were collected, Tie Lanshan suddenly embraced Wang Ping with one arm, actually giving him a bit of support; noticing that Wang Ping seemed unable to stand steady, he immediately stepped forward to lend him some strength.

The other three tacitly closed in, surrounding Wang Ping in the middle, offering congratulatory words; Master Liaoru raised his arm, uttered a Buddhist chant, and in fact a healing pill had already been slipped into Wang Ping's mouth.