Ties with Greenwood Concluded
Lu Ping must complete the KPI targets as quickly as possible, obtain more simulation attempts, and continue to improve his skills.
Okay, actually, time constraints are only one aspect.
Ultimately, it's because he no longer has a number of simulation attempts to his name. Walking through this cultivation world, Lu Ping always feels like "the wind blowing on his butt is so refreshing," as if he's running naked.
Even though he had just formed the Great Sun First-Emptiness Seal, he had only managed to barely tear off a strip of cloth to wrap around his body.
The wind was blocked a little, but that meager sense of security was hardly of any use.
It's just an innovative and Rationalization Proposal, isn't it?
He, Lu Ping, the Friend of Women, Spirit Transformation Divine Lord, Fourth-Level Alchemist, a Master Artifact Refining Crafter, Talisman Master, Array Master, Spirit Plant Planter, a Master of Counterfeiting... can't he come up with an innovative suggestion?!
Lu Ping's mind raced, and he quickly got a clue as to how to complete this KPI task.
However, when he thought about his own wealth, Lu Ping couldn't help but shake his head.
Putting aside the long years in the Simulator and returning to the real timeline, he was actually just an eighteen-year-old boy who had just come to the Greenwood Sect from the Black Tiger Gang, killed the Sect Master on his first day, and then rose to the rank of Grand Supreme Elder.
His current net worth includes the more than 23,000 Low-Grade Spirit Stones he took from Han Changqing.
There's also the [Passive Income] derived from the simulation, amounting to 70,000 self-produced Spirit Stones.
The thought of those 70,000 self-produced Spirit Stones caused Lu Ping's heart to ache again.
From the poorest Golden Core True Person to the poorest Nascent Soul True Lord, he has now naturally become the poorest Spirit Transformation Divine Lord cultivator.
Scientific research and innovation require significant upfront investment. With his limited assets, he doesn't even have enough to buy a batch of decent array base materials.
However, Lu Ping had no money, but some people did.
Although forty-one years had passed in the simulation, in reality, it had only been half an hour since Han Shishan confirmed the change of the Greenwood Sect Master, revealed his identity as Outer Sect Disciple, and left the Greenwood Sect.
Even Si Wangshu had only left the Greenwood Sect three or four hours ago, and was most likely still in the Azure Yang Central Region.
Lu Ping left a message for Qi Cangshu via telepathy, and also left a few items.
This can be considered as leaving a trace of incense offerings for the Greenwood Sect, this "temporary" place of refuge.
In previous simulations, Lu Ping always made sure to thoroughly investigate the contents of the Greenwood Sect's warehouse before leaving.
But now, he has become Spirit Transformation Divine Lord.
The Greenwood Sect wealth of the Aoki family was not even enough to fill a tooth gap for him.
In the simulation, Lu Ping felt no guilt about exhausting resources. But in reality, doing the same thing would seem petty and narrow-minded.
Lu Ping sat in the empty hall, his eyes slightly darkened.
Several simulations have all started from this Greenwood Sect. This time, it's likely I won't be coming back.
Here, you'll find Qian Dafu, who had been his classmate for forty years, and Xu Qingshi, who served as his secretary for over thirty years.
In the third simulation, those were the two people who had been with him the longest.
But now, back in reality, Lu Ping is already Spirit Transformation Divine Lord, while Qian Dafu is still stuck in the Qi Refining Stage, and Xu Qingshi... is just a mortal who hasn't even entered the Mountain Gate yet.
A sense of desolation rose in Lu Ping's heart.
This feeling seemed familiar to him.
It's like sitting alone at the end of the river of time, watching familiar beings come and go, until only he remains, standing alone through eternity...
[Salty Fish, in effect.]
Lu Ping's State of Mind was as calm as a still well.
Lu Ping sighed softly, his mind racing.
The dark ink-colored Formless Myriad-Breath Cloak flowed over his body like water, and the silver-gray illusion patterns lit up. Lu Ping, along with his aura, completely merged into the Void, leaving no trace.
No sooner had Lu Ping left than a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the hall.
Upon receiving the message, Qi Cangshu rushed back to the main hall at top speed.
As soon as he stepped across the threshold, Qi Cangshu subconsciously slowed his pace and looked up to find the main seat empty.
The aura of that senior, along with the suffocating pressure, has dissipated.
Qi Cangshu caught his breath and quickly walked to the Sect Master's desk.
Several items were placed in the center of the table: several newly engraved Jade Slips, a Magic Talisman, and a Storage Ring.
Qi Cangshu picked up the first Jade Slip, but stopped abruptly as soon as he probed it with his Divine Sense. This was the final version of the Spirit-Urging Pill formula.
The second Jade Slip contained a fire control technique called "The Great Flame Art." It seemed to have some connection to our sect's "Little Flame Art."
The opening line of "The Great Flame Art," "The Cultivation Method points to the Great Dao, and the minor techniques reveal the true essence," resonated like a resounding bell, giving Qi Cangshu a sense of sudden enlightenment.
The senior also left instructions on how to use that Magic Talisman, saying that it could be activated if the Greenwood Sect was in danger of being destroyed.
Finally, Qi Cangshu's gaze fell on the Storage Ring, which belonged to Han Changqing.
In addition, the senior had previously guided him in the ways of cultivation and alchemy...
This mysterious senior who appeared out of nowhere not only didn't ask for anything from the Greenwood Sect, but instead left him with this tremendous fortuitous opportunity and the sect's resources.
Qi Cangshu stood there for a while before slowly taking two steps back and straightening his somewhat disheveled Daoist robe.
Facing the empty throne of the Sect Master, Qi Cangshu knelt down and kowtowed three times.
The Azure Cloud Sect's giant Flying Boat glided smoothly across the sea of clouds.
Han Shishan sat on Meditation Cushion in the Quiet Chamber on the top floor.
His eyes were fixed on the Void, his mind filled with the face of the young Sect Master from the Greenwood Sect.
The terrifying starry river and the poisonous threads wrapped around the Nascent Soul sent chills down his spine just thinking about them.
Why would such a monster hide in a small sect on the Border Region?
Han Shishan circulated Qi-Calming Incantation, trying to suppress the fear in his heart.
"Elder Han, how have you been?"
A gentle and calm voice suddenly rang out in the Quiet Chamber.
Han Shishan froze, his body reacting faster than his brain, his Spiritual Power surging wildly, almost crashing through the cabin roof to escape.
Lu Ping, dressed in the casual attire of the Greenwood Sect Master, quietly appeared on the chair opposite him. His posture was relaxed, as if he had always been in this Quiet Chamber.
[Bully at Home, effective.]
Unrivaled in its class.
At this moment, Lu Ping's Early Spirit Transformation Stage Nascent Soul stage aura, combined with the absolute suppression of the Trait, froze Han Shishan in place. He stared intently at Lu Ping, unable to utter a single word, and even the Spiritual Power within his body was frozen.
Half an hour!
It had only been half an hour since Han Shishan left Greenwood Sect!
A few hours ago, on this very Cloud Boat, Han Shishan was being choked by this evil star. All he could think about was how to escape, how to return to his sect and use someone else to kill him, and how to perish together with his sect.
But now, Han Shishan's mind was blank, and he couldn't muster even the slightest thought of resistance.
Han Shishan had no doubt that if the other party had even a single thought, he would be crushed into dust.
Han Shishan's mind was filled with only two words: It's over.
He originally thought he had invited a killer into the sect, hoping to stir up the stagnant waters and make those who plotted against the Han Household restless.
Only now did he realize that what he had invited back was clearly an indescribable monster.
It cannot be fathomed, nor can it be looked at directly.
Lu Ping looked at his stiff face and spoke calmly...