Something pressed down on Chen Ping'an's shoulder, causing his aura to immediately freeze. The wisp of sword qi in his acupoint had already been like an arrow at full draw that had to be fired. However, the slap on his shoulder had changed everything. This was like a ferocious python going out to hunt yet coming across a flood dragon — its initially indomitable aura would naturally freeze and subside, and it would naturally choose to temporarily stop.

"Stop right there," a man with a bamboo hat said as he stood next to Chen Ping'an. He wrapped his arm around the young boy's shoulder and laughed, "We're all one big loving family! Why fight and try to kill each other? How unseemly!"

Chen Ping'an looked up, and the man who came and went like a shadow smiled at him and said, "Believe me, I'm A'Liang!"

Chen Ping'an sighed and relented, "Alright, I'll listen to you for the moment."

A'Liang simply glanced at Zhu He, and he didn't even spare so much as a glance for Zhu Lu. His voice was lazy as he explained, "Using such a precious wisp of sword qi to kill the measly Zhu He is an absolute waste of a divine treasure. Even if you don't feel distressed, I'll feel distressed for you. Moreover... Forget about it. Enough with this depressing talk. To sum it up, my conscience would ache if I didn't step in. Here's a Qi channeling technique for you, The Eighteen Stops. Just treat it as compensation."

Chen Ping'an was just about to exit his stance. However, A'Liang let go of his shoulder and took a step back, shaking his head and remarking with a smile, "Your stance is far too crude and unrefined. I'll teach you something far more impressive."

A'Liang looked at him and ordered, "Stand firm!" He then bent a finger and tapped Chen Ping'an's shoulder. Afterward, his hand was lightning quick as it tapped his chest seven or eight times. At the same time, he used an immortal technique...