Chapter 693: Knight Cook, Young Lord's Maid

“Quick, get up, the sooner we reach the Chu Kingdom Royal City, the sooner we’ll be safe.”

“Slap…”

Amidst the fierce roar, Chen Ping felt a scorching pain on his back, as if someone had whipped him.

He abruptly opened his eyes, intending to mobilize the True Essence Magical Power within his body, but found nothing, not even the Qi and Blood were like those of a mortal who had never cultivated before.

In fact, he was just an ordinary soldier with a bit of a stronger physique.

Add a more impressive title, and he would be a guard.

“Are guards supposed to be this weak?”

Memories flowed through his mind like water.

Chen Ping knew that it must be the Heaven-Reaching Tower, an artifact of unknown grade, that had arranged this identity for him.

A different new world, a different new identity.

He glanced at the Captain of the Guard who was wielding the whip and shouting for people to get up, knowing this person was called Yun Teng. The Yun Family had long received imperial favor, and this time, following the Prince of Yan, Young Master Dongyuan, into exile was a great risk.

Of course, it might also be because he had offended someone within the Yan Kingdom, and after being sheltered by Young Master Dongyuan, he was repaying with his life.

This world’s nations seemed particularly concerned with matters of gratitude and righteousness.

Once a bad reputation spread, life became very difficult.

As for himself, a farmer by birth, he was captured to fight at the age of thirteen, and later, because of his reputation for bravery and fearlessness, he was chosen as a guard for the young master.

“Only a dozen guards, all without True Qi, without Qi and Blood, or any Spiritual Power, ‘useless’ individuals, oh, I am also ‘useless,’ so it doesn’t matter.”

Chen Ping could feel that his powerful soul, and Qi and True Essence, still existed, only in some unknown void, unable to be utilized, nor manifest in this body.

To put it bluntly, this world held no soil for Extraordinary Power to survive.

Based on the information from this identity, the most formidable experts, in terms of physical strength, were not that much different from ordinary people.

It’s like in the previous life, those top-tier, strongest international champion-level athletes, compared to civilians doing farm work, might be a bit stronger due to diligent training but not by much.

“The situation is dire.”

Chen Ping felt a slight chill in his heart.

Since physically, there is no particular difference, and in the void, there is no Spiritual Qi to absorb, nor can Qi Blood Energy be condensed, it means the Primordial Golden Body Technique can’t be practiced either.

Assuming these are the rules set by the world.

This journey to the Heaven-Reaching Tower might be very dangerous.

Whether or not it’s dangerous first, arriving in this world wasn’t Chen Ping’s own choice.

Once he, Han Xiaoru, and Ji Mingyue entered the first floor of the Heaven-Reaching Tower, there was a conscious inquiry in his mind, “Will you rescue?”

What else was there to say?

If there was even the slightest hope left for the Heaven-Reaching Tower artifact, they had to agree.

Chen Ping had also tried to inquire for more details.

But he found that the consciousness of this Heaven-Reaching Tower seemed not very intelligent, or perhaps just a simple-minded program.

If you talked too much, it didn’t understand, repeatedly asking, “Will you rescue?”

“So, the result is to rescue this troublesome young master?”

“It does resemble the Warring States of the previous world, yet not quite. Was there an event where a Grand General seized power in the Yan Kingdom, intimidated the King of Yan, caused turmoil within the palace, and hunted down the young lord?”

Chen Ping admitted his history wasn’t well learned.

He had never heard of such an event.

However, the current problem wasn’t the identity issue, but that he realized continuing like this, he might actually die.

“Where are Xiaoru and Mingyue? Don’t tell me it’s like last time, separated by a thousand mountains and waters, not even in the same place?”

Following the dozen or so guards, cursing and getting up with morning light, hastily splashing water on their faces from a small creek, without even breakfast, they hurriedly mounted their horses, rapidly moving forward with the captain’s urging, fleeing like stray dogs.

The trees on the sides of the mountain path rustled in the morning wind, sounding as if pursuers were already at their backs, leaving everyone visibly uneasy, looking around nervously.

Only Chen Ping’s mood seemed to improve for a moment.

He saw not far ahead, a girl carrying a large black pot, glancing around while panting and sprinting alongside the horses. Her tall and athletic figure couldn’t conceal that hint of youthful frailty.

Although slightly different in appearance, her expressions, gait, and the occasional turn of her eyes, with the fierce majesty of a female leopard, unmistakably revealed her identity.

If that wasn’t Han Xiaoru, Chen Ping would dare to eat this bronze broken sword with seven or eight chips in his hand.

Xiaoru the big girl appeared, seemingly a cook, which is to say, a legendary cooking soldier. Poor thing, she didn’t even have a sword; the only thing she could rely on was, probably, the large iron pot strapped to her back with a hemp rope, taller than a person.

It’s typical of the Prince of Yan not to forget to bring iron utensils even while fleeing.

Ironware must be quite rare at this time, with even weapons said to be made of bronze…

Okay, no point in researching that.”

Chen Ping simply ignored why an iron pot existed.

He urged his old horse closer to Han Xiaoru and softly said, “Give me the pot.”

“Ah…”

In Han Xiaoru’s large eyes, which harbored a hint of confusion, astonishing light suddenly burst forth.

She tentatively asked:

“Seventh Brother?”

“What Seventh Brother or Eighth Brother, why are you mimicking Little Mingyue, Senior Sister?”