Great Accomplishment

"Those words must not be spoken." Escort Huang hastily warned him. "That is Head Escort Wang's son. You should not offend him."

"Master Huang, I do not wish to offend anyone either, but that was Two jin of Lingxi Meat, worth ten taels of silver. This younger generation came from poverty. Now that I have finally become an escort, with hopes of becoming a Martial Artist, what I lack most is silver."

Jiang Ping still could not let it go.

To cut off someone's source of wealth was like murdering their parents. All the more so when he was so desperately short of money.

There were matters in which he could choose to yield, but if anyone dared obstruct his path in the Martial Dao, they would be his enemy in Life and Death.

Hearing this, Huang Youren pondered briefly before saying:

"Perhaps That Person forgot about this. Wait a few more days."

"This younger generation completed the registration yesterday. If he had forgotten then, he should have sent it over today." Jiang Ping said. He could not wait; that was ten taels of silver.

"How about this? I will make up those ten taels for you. Let the matter rest, all right?"

"Senior, this was clearly the fault of that Head Escort's offspring. How can I let you compensate for it?"

Jiang Ping was unwilling.

He had already taken the other man's silver. How could he make him bleed more?

There was no such logic.

Escort Huang sighed. "I am thinking of you. Your talent is somewhat better than mine; perhaps you may even reach Eighth Rank in the future. But you are too young. You have only just become an escort, so it is not wise to offend petty people. If you make Wang Qing unhappy, I fear life in the Escort Agency will be difficult for you from now on."

"Thank you for your concern, Master Huang!" Hearing this, Jiang Ping was slightly moved. He solemnly cupped his hands and bowed.

He knew that Escort Huang, as an elder, was considering the future of a younger generation like him, not that he was truly afraid of trouble and unwilling to stand up for him.

"However." Jiang Ping was unwilling to endure to such an extent. "Those ten taels were mine to begin with. How can I let Master Huang make up for them?"

"Besides, he was clearly the one who offended me, not the other way around!"

"Youngster, you do have backbone. You are not afraid of trouble." Escort Huang sighed softly, then said, "That is true. If one yields whenever trouble arises, how can one ever accomplish anything?"

He considered for a moment, then raised his head and said:

"Do this. After you return later, go to the Accounting Room and ask about it. If they make it up afterward, it will have been a misunderstanding. If they do not make it up within three days, come find me."

"Alright." Jiang Ping nodded. Naturally, he hoped it was merely a misunderstanding that could be settled satisfactorily.

Not long after, having bid farewell to Escort Huang, Jiang Ping headed straight to the Accounting Room in the Outer Courtyard and saw Head Escort Wang's offspring once more.

He explained the matter, and the other party immediately agreed to make up for it later.

Jiang Ping had not expected things to go so smoothly. Just as he was about to leave, the other party suddenly said, "Oh, right. My name is Wang Shengzhu."

Jiang Ping froze at once.

At a time like this, declaring his name—its meaning was self-evident.

"Mm." Jiang Ping gave a quiet hum, then walked out of the room.

"Looks like this matter will not be resolved smoothly. Still, I will wait three days first."

Jiang Ping thought to himself. The other party seemed unwilling to pay, but he would be even less willing to yield. What was his was his; no one could snatch it away.

"First, improve my strength. Strength is the foundation."

After returning to his Single House, Jiang Ping practiced the Nourishing Life Technique on the open ground before it.

He had just eaten Lingxi Meat, so he was in no hurry to switch to the Stance Technique. He would first test the effects of nutritious food.

As the technique circulated, a stream of Blood Qi that did not belong to him gradually swelled within his body.

Jiang Ping immediately understood. He was refining the power of the Lingxi Meat.

Yet after a while, his brows furrowed slightly.

Lingxi Meat truly was extraordinary. The Blood Qi it contained was several times greater than the three portions of nutritious food he usually ate.

But compared with his own Blood Qi, it was like comparing a small witch to a great wizard, with little effect.

"It is because my realm has risen. Eating only a few liang of Lingxi Meat is not enough. I need to eat according to Head Escort Liang's standard for there to be an obvious effect."

Jiang Ping thought to himself, then sighed again. Not to mention Head Escort Liang's standard diet, he could not even manage Escort Huang's way of eating.

Yet he still broke through!

Blood Qi Great Accomplishment!

A vast torrent of Blood Qi burst forth within him like raging waves, surging and winding through his Four limbs and hundreds of bones, as though forming a cycle.

Jiang Ping could clearly feel that his physical body was being strengthened by the repeated scouring. The Blood Qi itself was also purified, and its power became greater.

He lightly clenched his fist and instantly knew that his Fist Force was already close to two thousand jin.

Of course, the power brought by Blood Qi Great Accomplishment was not limited to this.

Jiang Ping turned and returned indoors, shutting the door tightly.

He drew in a deep breath, then breathed in and out according to the Nourishing Life Technique. His chest and abdomen immediately rumbled, his Blood Qi boiled, and a blazing Aura surged like roaring flames.

Then, a layer of crimson appeared around his body, sealing him within it so tightly that not even water could seep through.

Blood Armor!

A method only a Ninth-Rank Great Accomplishment Martial Artist could display!

Clang!

Jiang Ping immediately drew the Black Saber he had just acquired and used one-third of his strength to slash at his own Blood Armor.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sparks scattered in all directions, yet that layer of Blood Armor remained completely unharmed. Instead, two chips appeared in the Black Saber.

"It truly can block blades and swords."

Delight appeared on Jiang Ping's face. He then swung with half his strength, yet still could not shake it. Only when he used his full strength did a thin crack appear.

"This Blood Armor is powerful!" he praised, then shook his head slightly.

Blood Armor was powerful, but it consumed a great deal of Blood Qi. In merely this short time, he could feel that one-thirtieth of the Blood Qi in his body had been consumed.

"The strengths and weaknesses are obvious. Its power is formidable, but it cannot last. If maintained continuously, it can only endure for Twenty minutes." Jiang Ping came to a conclusion.

Hum!

At this moment, he revealed Blade Light as well, wanting to further determine the limits of the Blood Armor.

Crack!

As streak after streak of Blade Light struck horizontally against the Blood Armor, the cracks multiplied. After more than forty streaks, the Blood Armor could no longer withstand them.

"No wonder one hard requirement of the Escort Agency's assessment is to cultivate Blade Light. A technique like this is highly lethal." Jiang Ping felt the terror of Martial Skills more keenly than ever.

Afterward, he stopped testing the Blood Armor. He did not dare use Saber Qi, fearing that he might seriously injure himself.

After experiencing the power of Blood Qi Great Accomplishment a little longer, Jiang Ping finally took out the Stance Technique, unable to keep excitement from rising in his heart.

This was the mainstream cultivation technique for Martial Artists. The Nourishing Life Technique was inferior by comparison and was not among the pursuits of ordinary Martial Artists.

He gently turned the pages and read carefully. It had to be said that the Nourishing Life Technique did share common ground with it; in many places, he understood after merely one glance.

Moreover, Jiang Ping's talent was already extremely high. He could comprehend without a teacher. Before long, he began practicing stances as described in the Stance Technique.

He did not look like a novice at all. Instead, he seemed skilled, like a seasoned Martial Artist who had practiced the Stance Technique for decades. Whether in movement or breathing, everything was exceptionally precise.

Boom!

Blood Qi rumbled within his body.

Ninth-Grade Blood Cultivation was a cyclic process of consuming Blood Qi and then generating even more Blood Qi, thereby strengthening oneself.

If the circulation speed of practicing the Nourishing Life Technique was onefold, then Jiang Ping's current speed was more than double that!

"How terrifying! In every aspect, the Stance Technique is somewhat stronger than the Nourishing Life Technique!"

He was greatly delighted. Perhaps the day he reached Ninth-Rank Perfection would come even sooner.

Eighth Rank was not far away!