That afternoon.
Jiang Ping didn't delve into Blood Art; instead, he sat in the Training Ground, his mind filled with images of two little figures practicing swordsmanship.
Powerful blade light appeared intermittently, the Saber Intent becoming increasingly complete, carrying a sense of withering.
"Um?"
Before long, Jiang Ping stopped practicing his swordplay and looked towards the door with a puzzled expression.
"You're already half an hour late."
He whispered that today was the day he and Wei Rou had agreed to share their Blade Art insights once every two weeks.
Normally, the other party would arrive early, never late.
"Did you forget the time during your seclusion?"
Jiang Ping was curious, so he went out and knocked on Fang Yong's door.
"What's up?" Fang Yong asked irritably.
This guy in front of him was not only very attractive to the opposite sex, but also had high comprehension, which occasionally made him feel jealous, wishing he were himself.
"Has Wei Rou made a major breakthrough and is currently in seclusion?" Jiang Ping inquired.
"No, she went home after lunch, she should be here now..."
Fang Yong spoke, he realized something was amiss, and he raised an eyebrow, saying, "If you want to find Wei Rou, just knock on her door. Why are you knocking on mine?"
"Oh, you're afraid of disturbing her seclusion, but you're not afraid of disturbing me?"
Friends are more important.
Jiang Ping said, implying that Fang Yong could not be considered a friend.
However, Fang Yong wasn't angry. He smiled and said, "You treat people as friends, but they might not. Or perhaps, you haven't been sincere with anyone either."
"What do you mean by that?" Jiang Ping raised an eyebrow.
However, Fang Yong shut up and refused to say anything more.
"Tell me about it." Jiang Ping became interested, but Fang Yong didn't give him any face, stepping back inside the door and preparing to close it.
Jiang Ping immediately took out one or two Broken silver from his pocket.
Fang Yong stepped outside and said with a smile, "You held back some of your skills with the Golden Severing Saber, didn't you?"
The Golden Severing Saber is a Grandmaster Level Blade Art given to me by Wei Rou.
Please explain clearly.
Fang Yong put the Broken silver into his pocket and said, "Wei Rou's progress in Blade Art has slowed down considerably recently; she hasn't improved for almost a month."
"So, she thinks I'm keeping things from her and not sharing everything with her." Jiang Ping chuckled.
That's what I mean.
Fang Yong nodded, explaining that this was Wei Rou's complaint after getting drunk at a dinner party a while ago.
He must have spoken the truth after drinking.
"This highly perceptive genius, are you really holding back something?" Fang Yong looked at Jiang Ping with a half-smile.
"No," Jiang Ping replied.
He did indeed have something up his sleeve, but what he was hiding was his talent. If he directly told Wei Rou that he had already mastered the Golden Severing Saber Technique to the Tenfold Realm, it would be tantamount to revealing his Martial Bone to her.
That's impossible, of course.
However, Jiang Ping always shared his Blade Art insights with Wei Rou with a perspective that was almost Super First-rate.
It can be said that he has done his best without any regrets, and he has never lowered his standards. Otherwise, how could Wei Rou have improved so quickly in the early stages?
Jiang Ping felt that Wei Rou's progress had slowed down, not because of him, but because she had limited talent and had reached Bottleneck.
After all, it took Song Yuanshan, who was also a first-rate artist, six years to reach the forty-thirty level of skill. Even with his guidance, Wei Rou couldn't keep improving at a snail's pace; she needed time to accumulate experience.
Otherwise, what's the point of having geniuses? Just invite a renowned teacher for a "boost of enlightenment."
Jiang Ping then took out another tael of silver and handed it to Fang Yong: "Don't tell him I already know about this, so it won't be too awkward when we meet."
"Don't worry, I can't care about your mess." Fang Yong waved his hand, took the silver, and closed the door.
Jiang Ping didn't knock on Wei Rou's door either.
For him, this was a transaction. The other party wanted to discuss Blade Art, and he explained them at Super First-rate. If they didn't want to, he wouldn't rush to share.
But to say he wasn't disappointed would be a lie. After all, Wei Rou had made a very good initial impression on Jiang Ping, and she had invited him to several gatherings in the Prefecture City, so he already considered her a friend.
"Forget it, how many people haven't stabbed their friends in the back?"
Jiang Ping shook his head, no longer dwelling on the matter, and returned to his courtyard to focus on cultivating his Blood Art.
However, a few days later.
Wei Rou still came to visit, apologizing for forgetting the time during her cultivation.
Jiang Ping wasn't angry; he acted as usual, and even cracked a little joke.
However, the other party clearly had no interest, not even offering a fake smile, and listened to his sharing of Blade Art with a serious expression.
Jiang Ping immediately understood that Fang Yong had not lied. Wei Rou had already concluded in her heart that he was holding back and keeping something to himself, and her behavior began to become somewhat distant.
"Thank you." After the discussion on Blade Art concluded, Wei Rou thanked him and hurriedly left.
The Jiang Ping was calm and still.
He locked the door and began studying several Blood Art.
Unlike skills, Blood Art require cultivation based on Martial Dao realm, so it's impossible to put in double the effort in one's mind.
Jiang Ping did try to visualize himself in his Sea of Consciousness, and he did make significant progress, now able to fully materialize his own body, but unfortunately he couldn't maintain it for long.
Therefore, he still needs to practice in real-world scenarios.
Of course, he was naturally gifted and his progress in Blood Art was also rapid.
One month later.
He then Great Accomplishment the Indestructible Vajra and the Blood Escape Technique.
It must be said that Blood Art is indeed not as important as other skills, and for Jiang Ping, it is very easy to master.
Boom!
He first donned Jade Robe, crystal clear, and then unleashed the Blood Art: Indestructible Vajra.
A moment later, his outer garment was covered with a faint layer of scarlet blood, and his aura became significantly stronger.
Of course, this is not the strongest.
Jiang Ping then added his Innate Blood Technique, and in an instant, his aura doubled. The aura emanating from his outer garment subtly distorted space.
This outer layer is very strong, capable of resisting one-tenth or one-twelfth of the Artistic Conception.
However, when Jiang Ping displayed four or five tenths of his Saber Intent, the crystal-clear outer garment instantly cracked.
"His physical body has become incredibly strong, invincible at the Sixth Grade, but his Saber Intent is even stronger."
Jiang Ping pondered.
His Martial Dao realm has broken through to the Sixth Grade, and his Saber Intent has not stopped progressing either, having already exceeded the halfway mark.
"If one were to master the complete Autumn Leaf Saber Intent, could one defeat Fifth Rank?"
A few days later, Jiang Ping took the initiative to attend a dinner gathering with his fellow villagers.
He used to cook for himself and didn't like going out, except for the few times Wei Rou asked him to.
However, Wei Rou has stopped calling him in recent months, and even took back the sword manual she had given him half a month ago for some reason.
Jiang Ping didn't care; he treated it as just a transaction.
"This."
On the way to the dinner, Fang Yong pulled Jiang Ping behind him and gently rubbed two fingers together.
Jiang Ping reacted quickly and immediately took out a little over one tael of Broken silver.
Fang Yong whispered to him that because her Blade Art had not improved in two months, Wei Rou had complained about Jiang Ping again after getting drunk during a dinner with Chen An and others.
"Understood." Jiang Ping showed no emotion, and even told Fang Yong that such matters should not be mentioned again in the future, as he no longer cared.
Since the other party attributes all the reasons for their lack of progress to him without considering their own problems, there's no need to be friends anymore.
During the dinner, Wei Rou behaved normally, while Jiang Ping, as usual, was relatively quiet.
The others seemed to know the truth as well, and none of them mentioned the two discussing Blade Art.
However, when the conversation turned to that special Genius Banquet, Ji Baichuan couldn't help but make a few sarcastic remarks Yin and Yang Jiang Ping.
Even Song Yuanshan and Zhao Ming felt it was a pity, as it was a great opportunity, but Jiang Ping remained unmoved.
Wei Rou's gaze was equally complex.
"Has that party not taken place yet?" Jiang Ping asked in surprise.
He had heard about this several months ago, but it's been three or four months and it's still not over?
"It hasn't even started yet, but it's too late." Ji Baichuan curled his lip and said, "The banquet is tomorrow night, but the guest list has already been finalized. It's no use going to see Jin Ze now."
"It's not too late." Chen Qingyan took out a Golden invitation from her bosom.