More than ten days later.
Inside his cave abode on Immortal Peach Mountain, Li Ping hovered hundreds of feet in the air, looking down.
After more than ten days of work by Bai Lin, all the exotic flowers and plants growing in the cave abode had been uprooted and turned into fertilizer for the soil.
The entire courtyard looked bare, a far cry from its former splendor.
Having finished all this, Bai Lin had reported to him that morning, then left Immortal Peach Mountain to find Cheng Yao and ask her to accompany her to the Market Ward to buy spirit herb seeds.
He was now alone in the cave abode.
Li Ping took advantage of the opportunity to test the power of the Bloodwing Escape Art he had recently mastered.
Taking a deep breath, Li Ping activated the escape art.
Creak, creak...
An unpleasant noise immediately rang through the air.
Along with the sound, two large bulges rapidly swelled beneath Li Ping's ribs, as though something were about to burrow out of them.
Under the intense pain, even Li Ping, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, could not stop great beads of sweat from forming on his forehead.
The two bulges on his back beneath his ribs continued to grow, until his skin was stretched into little more than a bloody membrane. Through it, he could faintly see a pair of blood wings, translucent as jade, steadily unfurling.
Riiip!
With a sound like torn rags, the pair of blood wings finally burst through his skin and emerged from Li Ping's body.
"So these are blood wings?" Li Ping stroked the enormous crimson wings spread behind him, which spanned a full ten feet.
Merely making these blood wings grow had already cost him several decades' worth of his vital essence