Chapter 578: The Elder and Junior Brothers of the Literary Saint's Lineage
Pang Yuanji slowly emerged. Apart from some dust he hadn't bothered to brush off, there were no obvious signs of anything unusual.
Chen Ping'an exchanged a glance with him. Pang Yuanji nodded, brushed past Chen Ping'an, and headed toward the previous tavern. Suddenly remembering something, he called out loudly, "To those who bet on my victory, sorry about that. As for the drinks of everyone here today..."
Pang Yuanji laughed. "Don't count on me for so much as a single copper coin. Pay if you can, or put it on credit if you have the knack. It's each person's own ability."
As he said this, Pang Yuanji covered his mouth, then opened his hand and flicked it — his palm was covered in blood.
At the tavern, Gao Kui, a native Sword Immortal, had already handed him a wine bowl. Yuan Qingshu, the Sword Immortal from the South Bussha Continent, smiled and said nothing.
Pang Yuanji said helplessly, "I've made a fool of myself before two Sword Immortals."
Gao Kui said, "Just a loss. As long as you didn't die, that's enough."
Yuan Qingshu nodded. "Much better than Qi Shou."
Pang Yuanji turned to look. That group had already gone far. Yan Zhuo had produced a walnut carving that suddenly transformed into a luxurious carriage, taking his friends away from the street.
Inside the spacious carriage, Chen Ping'an sat cross-legged, with Ning Yao sitting beside him.
That sword, which was connected to Chen Ping'an's mind, had already pierced the air on its own and returned to the Ning Residence.
Yan Zhuo, who took up a lot of space due to his girth, sat opposite Chen Sanqiu, Dong Heitan, and Diezhang.
The atmosphere was somewhat silent.
Chen Ping'an asked, "Does the Ning Residence have any miraculous medicines that can grow flesh on white bones?"
Ning Yao nodded.
Fatty Yan glanced at Chen Ping'an's arm and asked, "Doesn't it hurt at all?"
As for injuries, all the sword cultivators in the carriage were quite familiar with them. For instance, Diezhang had once had an arm cut off by the demons.
But someone like Chen Ping'an, who didn't even furrow his brow from start to finish, was rare.
Chen Ping'an laughed. "Not too bad. It's just that dealing with the residual sword qi from Pang Yuanji's Time Flying Sword and Qi Shou's Tiaozhu Flying Sword was a bit troublesome."
Ning Yao said, "Talk less."
Chen Ping'an then closed his eyes to rest.
At the Ning Residence, Granny Bai and Nalan Yexing were already waiting at the door. Seeing Chen Ping'an in such a state, even Bai Lianshuang, a peak martial artist well acquainted with the bitter training of the body, felt a tinge of pity. Nalan Yexing said only one sentence: he wouldn't help remove the residual sword qi and intent from the two men's flying swords; he would leave it for Young Master Chen to peel away himself, which would also be a considerable benefit. Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, saying he had that intention.
The old woman led Chen Ping'an to the Ning Residence's medicine storehouse to get herbs for treating injuries.
Ning Yao and her four friends sat in a pavilion on Dragon-slaying Cliff.
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