Daqian Martial Saint

Night fell. In the courtyard, Chen Ping’an, having just finished practicing his Sword Skill, sat on a stone bench, gazing at the distant, overlapping mountain peaks.

He had brewed himself a pot of fine tea and was contentedly enjoying the quiet moment.

Before he knew it, he was almost 22 years old!

Time flew by. He had been constantly busy, constantly growing, but also constantly neglecting the things around him!

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, radiating a soft, cool glow, a trace of longing inevitably bloomed in Chen Ping’an’s heart.

’I wonder what the little girl in Weishui is doing right now? Has she gone to bed already? How far has she progressed in her studies? Is she even more proficient than when we parted?’

As Chen Ping’an’s thoughts drifted, scene after scene unfolded slowly in his mind like a painted scroll. Past memories surfaced one by one in his thoughts.

Lost in thought, a faint smile appeared on Chen Ping’an’s lips.

By the time he came back to his senses, the pot of tea he had brewed was long empty.

”I got completely lost in thought!”

Chen Ping’an looked up at the sky, then rose from the stone bench.

”It’s about time I head over.”

Chen Ping’an walked straight into the house. Accompanied by the sound of his muscles and bones popping, his figure rapidly changed.

Body and Bone Extraction!

When the Transparent Mask once again covered his face, Chen Ping’an’s appearance had completely changed!

This was a completely unfamiliar face, a third visage distinct from both his alias and his true self.

The space between Chen Ping’an’s eyebrows flickered faintly. His internal True Qi shifted, and within a few breaths, his aura diminished to an almost imperceptible level.

After doing all this, Chen Ping’an quietly left the room. With a flash of his figure, he was out of the courtyard.

The entire process was extremely smooth. Chen Ping’an quickly exited Qingyou Garden.

It was already late at night. Although some lights still flickered in Beicang Town, the overall atmosphere was dim. On the streets of Beicang Town, patrol teams from the Beicang Garrison passed by from time to time.

Even late at night, the town’s defensive patrols showed no signs of relaxing.

Fortunately, Cangxuan Pavilion was not far from Qingyou Garden. Chen Ping’an saw his chance, and with a flicker of his body, he slipped into Cangxuan Pavilion with extreme ease.

The day before, he had used his alias to rent a room here—a small private courtyard, to be precise. Drawing on his prior experience, Chen Ping’an navigated the familiar path and quickly entered the courtyard without making a sound.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Inside the room in the small courtyard, Chen Ping’an’s face and body changed once more, quickly taking on the appearance of his alias.

”Mission accomplished! Now I just have to wait for tomorrow!”

A glint in his eyes, Chen Ping’an surveyed the room’s layout. His mind calmed, and he sat cross-legged on the bed.

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The Canglong Mountain Range coiled and twisted, with Beicang Town nestled within it.

A soft bluish-purple began to tint the horizon. The first ray of dawn pierced the thin mist like a fine thread, gently caressing Beicang Town and draping it in a faint golden veil.

In the distance, the mountains layered upon each other in the morning light, resembling an elegant ink wash painting and adding a touch of tranquility and timelessness to the bustling town!

The man Chen Ping’an had transformed into strode confidently out of Cangxuan Pavilion.

Tomorrow was the official start of the Beicang Auction. Since he planned to participate in the bidding under his alias, he naturally had to make the necessary arrangements.

The streets were already bustling with activity. In Chen Ping’an’s perception, Profound Light Realm masters passed by from time to time.

Chen Ping’an did not deliberately hide his presence, walking quite normally toward the Blessed Land.

As he neared the Blessed Land, a patrol team from the Beicang Garrison happened to pass by. Chen Ping’an didn’t deliberately avoid them, instead looking toward them quite naturally.

The patrol team consisted of five men. They wore sabers at their waists and carried bows on their backs. Clad in Fish Scale Armor, they all looked incredibly imposing. Besides the sabers and bows, Chen Ping’an noticed that they also seemed to have special ropes coiled around their waists.

Compared to the regular patrolling constables in a normal city, the equipment of this Beicang Garrison patrol team was undoubtedly far superior.

Of the five, the leader had an Inner Qi Realm cultivation, while the rest were nearly all at the Qi Blood Sixth Layer!

This squad was practically a special forces team!

In a place like Nanquan Lane, where Chen Ping’an used to be, a single team like this would have been enough to suppress any dissent! It would leave all the powers in the lane with no room to resist!

But here in Beicang Town, they were just an exceedingly ordinary patrol team.

Teams like this appeared on every street in Beicang Town, serving as the most basic force safeguarding the town’s stability!

The Blessed Land was built against a mountain, situated on high ground. It was one of the buildings at the highest elevation in Beicang Town.

’They’re really pulling out all the stops,’ Chen Ping’an thought as he walked, spotting patrolling teams in groups of three and five from time to time.

With the auction approaching, the Blessed Land, as the venue, was naturally surrounded by its own dedicated guards. However, seeing Chen Ping’an approach, the guards didn’t block him, merely coming over for a routine questioning.

After Chen Ping’an stated his purpose, the guards let him in.

Chen Ping’an had come with only one goal: to enter the auction site ahead of time. This Beicang Auction was massive in scale. To better maintain order, the auction allowed people to enter early, provided they passed a qualification check.

On the outskirts of the Blessed Land was a low-lying building that covered a considerable area. Chen Ping’an followed the signs and walked inside. As soon as he entered, someone came forward to receive him.