Chapter 1, The Tracker

As long as it does not cause me any trouble, I will be grateful to heaven and earth

"Repeat once more, the pursuers are coming."

Impossible

This is intuition

What does it mean

The two individuals locked eyes

The practitioner waved his hand and formed seals beside him, controlling the corpses to fall into the coffins, then closing the coffins and slowly burying them in the earth

The medication begins to take effect

01:19

How many fellow practitioners are buried here? Liu Ping asked casually

Liu Ping gazed into the void

Nineteen years old

Liu Ping silently withdrew his gaze

It is coming soon

00:02

How could this be such a place? Those responsible for treatment are truly negligent. I clearly lost consciousness, so how did I end up in a mass grave?

The stretcher gently floated up

It should not be this person

Revitalizing Powder

This person has died

Everything was accounted for, and the master was successfully rescued, but it was not anticipated that the master would make such a choice

Since just now, this line of text has appeared

Qi refining is the initial stage of cultivation

How is it that I am still alive after being struck dead by my master with a single palm?

Forget it

Master

They have left

He silently asked himself a question, but unfortunately, the sequence did not provide an answer

An absurd thought emerged from the depths of the heart

Liu Ping

The surroundings are quiet and silent

From the limbs to the facial features

The hairs on Liu Ping's body stood on end as he suddenly turned his head to look.

Cultivation Level: Peak of Qi Refinement

He seemed to recall something, quickly lowered his head to look, and saw that he had a complete pair of arms.

The shackles that once bound me, the fates that loomed like an insurmountable chasm, have all vanished without a trace

Tick-tock

A gentle breeze quietly swept in, accompanied by whispers

The martial artist hesitated for a moment and sighed, saying, "It can only be this way."

Liu Ping raised an eyebrow

Tick-tock

Liu Ping was somewhat speechless

Quite magical

The medicinal liquid enters with a rich aroma, exuding a sense of coolness and a slight tingling sensation

00:59

A divine thought swept over him and quickly withdrew

Liu Ping lay back down on the stretcher

The focus is on the fact that the blood on the arms of the martial artist has been wiped clean, revealing a menacing serpentine tattoo

Many people have already died, and those who are still alive are also breathing more out than in, and it is evident that there is not much time left

Another person gently helped him lie down, and the two of them retreated together.

It is not right, the sky is still dark, why has it already reached the hour of the rabbit

Name: Liu Ping

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

This elixir is a divine pill bestowed by the Celestial Realm, capable of enabling a person to undergo a complete transformation, regenerate their spiritual roots, and even reshape their divine soul

Liu Ping sighed, focusing his attention on that character

The martial arts practitioner listened and instead showed a hint of a smile, asking:

That person gave a reminder

Current status: (hidden)

Tattoo

Fellow cultivator, your injuries are quite severe. Please endure for a moment; I will go and summon the esteemed one right away

Master Uncle! the practitioner shouted

It is that martial arts practitioner

It is exactly the same as before

Only one situation can explain this

00:57

So why am I nineteen years old

02:58

At this moment, Liu Ping naturally cast a glance at the other party

Where is the master

"Indeed, I am still alive, yet I have been brought to such a place. How unfortunate!" Liu Ping said, raising his hands in exasperation

But ... ...

I have met the esteemed person

Is this a tracker

The blood trickled down from the corner of his eye

As the two individuals stepped onto it, the teleportation array immediately began to operate

The intuition was reminding him, as if something was about to happen

... ...

Based on my own experience, this person is at least at the Golden Core stage

Two figures quietly appeared before him

With the master's abilities, it is not a difficult task to conceal oneself from others and establish an inconspicuous identity within an obscure and nameless sect

00:03

In that corner, there is an inconspicuous small teleportation array

Thanks to your care, I have already improved quite a bit said Liu Ping with a look of gratitude

Just like you

Am I still alive

This sequence must provide the following reminder

Not a glimmer of light can be seen

Nine Revolutions Rebirth Transformation Pill

The Golden Elixir cultivator will return soon

By the time of the rabbit hour, the sky should be brightening, and I will rise to seek information.

The Cultivation Alliance will never mistake the identity of any cultivator

The Taoist quickly made a decision and beckoned to the practitioner

At this moment, one's fate has changed

Even if the master exerted all his strength, coupled with the efficacy of the divine elixir, he still could not eliminate this illusory character from before his eyes

Having been examined by the healing monk and personally treated by the practitioners here, every action and trace has been meticulously recorded, serving as evidence. In the future, even if someone investigates, my experiences are genuine and not easily subject to suspicion

Indeed

Sand ... ... sand ... ... ... sand ...

The effect of the medication is very good

the hour of the rabbit

A robust practitioner lifted the curtain and stepped out from the barracks

Can I see things with my eyes now

The martial arts practitioner lay there motionless

Liu Ping nodded slightly in his heart, indicating that he had understood the situation

In an instant, accompanied by a few flashes of spiritual light, the two individuals vanished from Liu Ping's sight

He slightly furrowed his brows and turned his gaze to the left in response to the sound

However, why should one track oneself

Has the war ended

Just now, I personally witnessed this person breathe their last in the tent

As that voice reached its conclusion, it once again faded away

It should be dawn at the time of the Rabbit hour

From this moment on, in this camp responsible for the burial, only Liu Ping remains as the sole living person

00:04

The young boy tightly clenched his fist and slowly relaxed it

His eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes in confusion

Only that continuously counting down time remains in the void, hinting at the impending situation

The practitioner glanced around the camp once.

Liu Ping thought for a moment and said, "I would like to understand the situation first before deciding what to do."

This is a young body without any imperfections, approximately nineteen years old

The divination clearly indicates that as long as I go to rescue my master, I will undoubtedly meet my demise

He gazed into the void, only to see in the corner of the void, another line of small text flickering and displaying:

This is the foundational period

He released a faint divine sense, gently sweeping across his entire body

Liu Ping gazed into the distance

The small characters flickered and quickly vanished into the void

Liu Ping glanced at the void

After a while

There are still about two minutes before the pursuers arrive

Blindness and the loss of limbs are both due to congenital deficiencies in the meridians, which cannot be treated by medicine or stones, and various secret methods are also ineffective

The practitioner nodded slightly at him and gestured with his hand to form a seal.

Are you not afraid of being exposed by others

Liu Ping sensed the fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from the other party

Age: 19

Tick-tock

In the blink of an eye, life passes away

He gently placed the sign back, pondering silently in his heart

Silence enveloped the surroundings, shrouded in darkness

Liu Ping quietly comforted himself

He lay there quietly, murmuring softly

Moreover, it belongs to a small sect that has already been extinguished

But

The martial arts practitioner gazed at the coffins and then looked at the corpses, sighing gloomily: "It seems we have no choice but to wait here."

Not correct

A sound of footsteps emerged

The practitioner turned around and smiled, saying: "Friend Liu, I will not hide it from you; those who are brought here are all critically injured individuals for whom treatment has proven ineffective, and my master and I are solely responsible for the burial work"

The tracker has arrived

The official has matters to instruct you and me, we shall set off immediately to pay our respects.

The surroundings are dim and silent

He looked around again

He suddenly widened his eyes and looked again at the martial arts practitioner.

It is ! ''

Indeed, it is truly a miracle to awaken from such a severe injury

The practitioner turned and walked outside, muttering to himself

Affiliated Sect: Baisheng

As the foremost master of divination in the world, the master is capable of predicting the lives and deaths of all beings, as well as the rise and fall of circumstances, the fortunes of success and failure. Even in times of war, he can assume the position of the commander.

He sat down beside Liu Ping

Your awakening has triggered some unknown circumstances

Taking this elixir as an opportunity, by consuming one's lifespan and employing divination techniques, one can disrupt the heavenly mechanisms and alter one's fate against the odds

The profound nightfall envelops everything

Here is a temporary barrack, where injured cultivators lie on stretchers of varying heights, occasionally emitting groans of pain

The only problem is

He sighed and held the wooden plaque up in front of his eyes

There is still...

The stretcher floated behind the practitioner, flying outward.

Liu Ping slowly placed the wooden plaque back in its original position, his gaze directed towards the void

The camp is filled with wounded soldiers

Note

Why are there no other people? Where are the fellow cultivators responsible for the burial?

Is this the tracker

He listened quietly, his face devoid of expression, his eyes gazing in all directions

Liu Ping smiled and said: "Do not worry, the gentleman in charge of the burial is likely at the Golden Core stage, he comes and goes quickly, and is expected to return soon"

He was deep in thought in the darkness

03:00

Silence enveloped the surroundings

In the military, this medicinal liquor is specifically used to treat critical injuries, possessing strong efficacy and being quite expensive, thus it is not easily utilized

At this moment, the itching sensation on the body gradually faded away. Upon introspection, it was observed that those seemingly severe injuries had mostly healed.

Liu Ping pondered silently

It was the voice that just commanded him to take the medication

The short phrase is completed, immediately retract and transform back into that ever-changing character

Two individuals left the barracks

He felt an itch starting from various wounds on his body, as if countless small insects were gnawing at him

The practitioner lifted the curtain and walked in, locking eyes with Liu Ping

... ...

Similar to oneself

The two individuals nodded at him and darted towards a corner of the camp several hundred zhang away

Blood continuously drips

The pursuers are about to arrive

Master Uncle

Liu Ping listened attentively and responded, "I see."

He looked around at everything in his surroundings.

Liu Ping lay on the stretcher, gazing around.

Liu Ping was just thinking when he suddenly saw the flickering character unfold again, transforming into several lines of small text

On one side of the camp, there were rows of coffins, while on the other side lay the bodies of the deceased monks, each arranged in an orderly manner.

At last, there are survivors; this is indeed the best news. The practitioner sighed

The monk kept his eyes tightly shut, his arms weakly hanging by the stretcher, blood continuously flowed along the serpentine tattoos on his arms, seeping into the wooden planks and dripping onto the ground

The person who arrived was dressed as a Taoist priest, appearing to be in their forties, with an aura of spiritual energy that was difficult to discern.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in

The practitioner revealed a look of joy and said

He lay there idly, his left hand nestled in his sleeve, gently rubbing against something, silently grasping a rope, which also pulled out a small wooden tag tied to it

The other severely injured individuals have nearly ceased breathing, and Dao Xiao has perished.

Wait a moment

The Taoist looked towards Liu Ping again and said gently, "I will report your situation, and arrangements will likely be made soon. Please wait patiently here and pay extra attention to your safety."

The other party exhibited a fluctuation of spiritual energy that was several levels stronger than their own

One is not his opponent

The master should have taken this matter into consideration

Tick-tock

On the left side, there is another stretcher, on which lies a robust martial arts practitioner.

Liu Ping reluctantly clasped his fists in salute

The door is closed

A sudden wave of unease surged in Liu Ping's heart

He asked again, "What are your plans next?"

"Yes, my lord," Liu Ping replied

long

That is to say

Liu Ping noticed the expression of the other party and asked, "My lord, do you have any suggestions?"

The processing mechanism for your request is being activated

Moreover, it is a revival powder from many years ago, with ample medicinal potency

The martial artist paused slightly, looking up at the sky

Moreover, having sustained serious injuries, I will undoubtedly require time to recuperate and will be unable to engage in combat on the front lines in the short term

All returns to silence

During the foundation-building stage, practitioners can engage in combat with a seamless execution of spells and techniques. In contrast, practitioners in the qi refining stage often find their spiritual energy lacking, typically able to cast only one or two spells before becoming fatigued.

The breathing of the martial arts practitioner gradually faded away

Such a night, the time should be around the hour of Yin

He gazed into the void

Liu Ping slowly got up and gazed out the window

Night

The name has indeed not changed

to the Dantian and the Sea of Consciousness

The pursuers are approaching

"There is no need for excessive courtesy, quickly lie down. Although you have regained your life, your injuries have not yet fully healed," said the middle-aged Taoist priest.

not yet arrived

He surveyed his surroundings while muttering curses

At this moment, the outside world remained shrouded in darkness; in the tranquil night, only the dim campfire cast a very limited light.

Do not mention it, since you have survived, do not stay here any longer. Come, I will take you out for some fresh air

It is night outside

Everything is perfect

He immediately recalled this healing potion

Upon taking a closer look at the label, it was observed that it stated:

From the internal organs, meridians to the bones

The master has passed away

As if sensing his attention, the character quickly unfolded, transforming into a short phrase

01:21

A sound came from outside

All the small characters were displayed, and quickly retracted, disappearing from Liu Ping's view

The deep black night shrouds the sky, enveloping it in ignorance

00:58

Fellow cultivator, were you also thrown here?

Who won

Are you awake

The situation on the front lines is critical, with countless practitioners being injured or even losing their lives every moment.

He is clearly already dead

died

Hide

Suddenly, a flash of lightning coursed through his heart

It seems somewhat incorrect, as this person had previously treated themselves

"Esteemed friend, this fellow has awakened"

It is also the Qi Refining Stage

This thing is quite lazy and generally does not make much noise

In his line of sight, a character that pulsated continuously quietly emerged in the void

Liu Ping lay on the stretcher, grunting, "I went to pay my respects to the superior, it seems there is some urgent matter."

He felt himself being helped up and was given a few sips of the medicinal liquid

Not long after

How did I end up in this temporary barrack

00:01

Forget it

I hope you do not take it to heart," the monk paused for a moment and continued, "Recently, the casualties on the front lines have been severe, and those monks who specialize in the art of healing are extremely busy. Occasionally, they may misjudge the situation and bring some individuals who are clearly still salvageable here.

Due to insufficient funding, this series cannot be initiated

A sound of footsteps approached

The entire world is used to bury corpses; apart from this matter, the world serves no other purpose

Begin the countdown

"Wherever your gaze falls, there lies the burial ground of our human race," said the practitioner

The middle-aged Taoist suddenly fixed his gaze

Liu Ping, with a shift in thought, clasped his fists and said: "Thank you for your kind assistance, fellow cultivator. I am Liu Ping, a disciple of the Hundred Lives Sect"

01:22

"Yes," said the practitioner.

On the flat ground near the barracks, corpses and coffins are neatly arranged, with nothing else present.

Note: The Hundred Lives Gate has been destroyed

However, this is not the main point

It is now the hour of the rabbit, and in another quarter of an hour, the effects of the medicine on you will dissipate. At that time, I will administer the medicine to you once more to reinforce its effects

Remaining time: 3 minutes

One's cultivation level has suddenly fallen from the Divine Illumination Realm to the Qi Refinement Realm

Is it possible that ... ...

Now that I have been reborn, as long as I do not act foolishly as I did before, this character will not affect me

The master finally placed the pill into his own mouth

The master's arrangements are truly remarkable

He seems to have a chance of surviving quickly, give him the medication

In the darkness of night, he could only see the densely arranged tombstones on the ground, extending into the endless depths of darkness, with no end in sight

From the injuries on the martial artist, it is evident that he was wounded in the vital organs by the claws of a demonic beast. Due to the prolonged exposure to demonic energy infiltrating his limbs and bones, he is already beyond salvation

Since being taken from the secular world into the sect by my master, despite having cultivated for several decades, how could I possibly have become nineteen years old?

Let us proceed with our work, and from here on, it will depend on his own fortune

02:59