Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Chapter 530 A Little Knowledge of Medicine

Facing thousands of spectators, Lin Ping felt immense pressure.

He didn't know how closely he should imitate the Lotus Flower Sword Technique; if he did it exactly the same, people would definitely suspect something.

Besides, Ding Zihu didn't use all of his moves; he couldn't possibly use more than his opponent.

If it doesn't resemble it at all, it won't serve as any guidance.

"About 50% similarity," Lin Ping made a difficult decision, and the longsword in his hand began to swing with his body.

The sharp sword light flashed continuously on the arena, attracting everyone's attention.

Those outer disciples who were about to advance held their breath and didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing a single move.

The newly initiated disciples were all dumbfounded, even thinking that this was the most powerful sword technique in the world.

"So that's how it is. No wonder I haven't made any progress after studying it for a year."

"You've only been studying for a year? I've been studying for five years. If it weren't for this young man helping me clear up my doubts, I'm afraid even five more years of study wouldn't have been of any use."

"This young man not only taught Ding Zihu a lesson but also demonstrated his swordsmanship. He is truly a benefactor to the outer disciples."

The crowd immediately knelt down below the arena and kowtowed, saying, "Thank you for your great kindness, young brother."

"A long-lost feeling." Lin Ping stopped his sword strike and looked at the crowd below the stage with great enjoyment.

Since leaving Jiangcheng, no one has worshipped him anymore.

"Perhaps... we really can uproot the Lotus Palace?"

Lin Pingsheng had a terrible idea: he would exploit the conflict between inner and outer disciples to incite them to kill each other.

He quickly dismissed the idea. Even though there were five thousand outer disciples and only one thousand inner disciples, the difference in strength between the two sides was enormous.

Since we can't shake the foundation of the Lotus Palace, there's no need to needlessly sacrifice the lives of these five thousand people.

These five imaginative sword moves have helped many people resolve their long-standing doubts.

It was already lunchtime, but no one felt hungry. They were all practicing swordplay in place, trying to figure out the secrets of it as soon as possible.

To advance to the Blue Lotus Realm, it's unnecessary to master the Lotus Blossom technique; the beginner level is sufficient.

Seeing Yin Chen getting into the swing of things, Shui Peng stomped his feet anxiously. There was nothing he could do; Yin Chen had suffered a serious injury and wouldn't be able to touch a sword for two or three months.

"I can write medical texts, so I might as well take a look at Brother Shuipeng's work. Maybe he can resume his cultivation in ten days," Lin Ping said with a smile.

"Ten days? You're not kidding, are you? I know this injury well; it will take at least two months to heal," Shui Peng said incredulously.

It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone or muscle, and even two months is a conservative estimate.

“Others might need months, but Brother Shui Peng is strong, so he might be able to heal within ten days.”

He had examined Shui Peng's injuries. Although he had broken several ribs, they were not serious. If the bones were set properly, he could see improvement within ten days.

Even if he cannot fully recover, he can still wield the sword again.

Lin Ping didn't want to reveal the doctor's abilities, so he simply said it was because Shui Peng was physically strong.

Upon hearing this, Shui Peng laughed happily: "Really? Actually, my physique is only slightly better than others."

To prevent Shui Peng from seeing his medical skills, Lin Ping administered general anesthesia to him.

Then they cut open his flesh, secured his ribs, sutured the wound with cotton thread, and finally bandaged it with cotton cloth.

After the water swelled up, I did feel less pain in my chest, but the cotton cloth wrapped around my chest seemed a bit strange.

"This is a miraculous medicine that I bought at great expense. It's soaked in cotton cloth, so don't take it off rashly, or all the previous efforts will be wasted." Lin Ping hurriedly explained so that Shui Peng wouldn't see the wound left by the surgery.

Shui Peng was a rough and uncultured man who didn't consider the veracity of these words and chose to believe them without any hesitation.

The incision on his chest was very small, and it will leave virtually no scar after the stitches are removed.

Even if Shui Peng accidentally discovered it, he could say that it was a scar caused by Ding Zihu.

Over the next few days, the outer disciples were filled with enthusiasm for cultivation.

Five or six people had already faintly entered the realm of the Blue Lotus, and their gratitude towards Lin Ping had also risen to a new level.

Only by entering the inner sect can one be considered a true disciple of the Lotus Palace.

Not only can they learn more advanced sword techniques, but they can also be freed from the threat of war.

Lin Ping's kindness was like a second life.

In the past few days, Lin Ping has also been diligently practicing the Crimson Sun Sword Technique.

He had privately compared the two sword techniques and felt that they were somewhat similar, or that the Lotus Sword Technique was an abridged version of the Crimson Sun Sword Technique.

Just like the difference between the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual and the Sunflower Manual.

Fortunately, neither of these sword techniques requires self-castration.

Meanwhile, news of Ding Zihu being injured by an outer disciple quickly spread within the Lotus Palace.

He had become the laughingstock of the entire Lotus Palace, and was too ashamed to face his fellow disciples.

Not only him, but all the disciples of Beidou Peak were being gossiped about behind their backs, and they all stayed on Beidou Peak, afraid to come down the mountain.

"Master, it's all my fault for being incompetent and disgracing you." Ding Zihu knelt before a middle-aged man in his thirties, sobbing.

"I warned you long ago that there are always people more skilled than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. Don't think that just because you're good at martial arts, you can look down on everyone," the middle-aged man said coldly.

He knew Ding Zihu's arrogant and domineering personality very well, but unfortunately, his martial arts skills were lacking, and he hadn't advanced to the White Lotus Realm in five years, often being criticized by others.

“Master, you are wronged! If that brat hadn’t said that the entire Beidou Peak was trash, I wouldn’t have fought with him,” Ding Zihu retorted.

"Did he really say that?" The middle-aged man looked at Ding Zihu with murderous eyes.

"Absolutely true!" Ding Zihu answered without hesitation, displaying quite impressive acting skills.

"Outrageous!" The middle-aged man slammed his hand on the table, shattering it into pieces. "A mere outer disciple dares to be so arrogant. Since you say that everyone on Beidou Peak is trash, I'll show you what trash can do."

“Lead the way. I want to see just how arrogant this kid is,” the middle-aged man muttered.

Upon hearing this, Ding Zihu almost burst out laughing, and even the pain in his body disappeared completely.

His master was one of the ten martial arts masters of Beidou Peak, with thirty disciples under his command, and he himself had already reached the strength of the Black Lotus.

At his command, the thirty disciples rushed toward the outer gate in unison.

Half of them were at the White Lotus Realm and the other half at the Blue Lotus Realm. Even if they couldn't sweep through the entire outer sect, they could still teach Lin Ping a lesson among thousands of people.

At that moment, Lin Ping, who was diligently cultivating, suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Jiang Mo asked curiously.

He was, after all, a master of the Crimson Sun Pavilion. With his personal guidance, Lin Ping's swordsmanship had improved by leaps and bounds, and he shouldn't have made any mistakes.

"The big fish is finally about to take the bait." Lin Ping smiled faintly. "Let's go take a look at the sword-training platform."