Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

At night, the moon and stars are rare.

In the room at the backyard of the grocery store, Su Ping extinguished the candle and sat cross-legged on the bed. Mist lingered around his body, like floating fairy air.

Not long after, the young man opened his eyes and exhaled the accumulated turbid air. He felt his eyes were clear and his whole body was relaxed. With his next inhalation, the mist entered his body through the seven orifices and continued to warm and nourish him.

"Good progress!" The doors and windows did not move, but a hunched figure flashed by. It was Grandma Ping.

Su Ping stood up to greet him. Grandma Ping asked him to sit down, and then she sat on the chair herself and said slowly: "How is the luck method I gave you a few days ago?"

“I have already learned the skill of filling the whole body with immortal energy, which enhances strength, speed and reaction. However, I don’t have much immortal energy in my body now, so that state will not last long.” Su Ping said calmly, thinking about the feeling of dealing with four strong men at once.

"My disciple, you don't have much immortal power now, right? Tell me yourself so that I can hear how much you have." Grandma Ping shook her head and scolded with a smile.

Su Ping scratched his head and said frankly: "Then it is about half a bowl of water, but behind the bowl there is a basin, and behind the basin there are buckets, jars, and pools. Isn't my cultivation speed really slow?"

"If you have a fellow disciple with weak psychological quality, I estimate that he will never be able to recover for the rest of his life." Grandma Ping spoke slowly with a smile on her kind face.

"In such a short time, and without having to sit there and practice all day, you have been able to accumulate such a level of immortal power. Disciple, you are already a rare genius. If your talent continues to be stronger, how can others survive?"

Su Ping and Hao Yan said: "I have never met other human fellow disciples. I can't compare my cultivation progress with Xiao Yanfei. That's why I dare not relax, for fear of disappointing your high expectations!

Besides, Yan Fei is half human and half immortal. Although it has not yet manifested, her immortal power will surely increase day by day in the future. If I, as your senior brother, don’t work harder, wouldn’t it be a disgrace to you?”

Upon hearing this, Grandma Ping opened her squinting eyes a little and looked at her usually smart disciple. She had never understood why this child was so stubborn about this, but after hearing this, how could she not understand?

It turned out that this young man, who was tactful in his dealings with others and had more mature means and vision than his actual age, was afraid that his momentary laziness would let his master's expectations go unfulfilled.

The young man did not think too much about this. He just felt from the bottom of his heart that he should not let his master down. It was a very pure and natural thought.

Also more like a real teenager.

Grandma Ping smiled and said, "So you are my age, but you only have half a bowl of immortal power, so you are not worthy of the title of master?"

“Well, half a bowl of water is just like that anyway.” Su Ping didn’t realize that there was anything wrong with what he said. Although his master had explained it before, half a bowl of water is just half a bowl of water. How could it be so high-sounding?

Grandma Ping smiled and said, “I originally wanted to wait for you to experience the mysteries of the immortal path and gain your own understanding of the immortals before letting you know the specific realm of strength, but it seems that I need to change it.

Immortal power exists within oneself and can be driven by the heart to strengthen oneself, or if it is strong enough, it can be dispersed out of the body to be used in battle.

The way in which the immortal power manifests itself is different for each person, so the final destination is also different. You were talking about a teacup before, but now it is a bowl, which means that you have crossed a level and have gained enlightenment, and have been reborn!"

Su Ping looked puzzled. "Why do I feel that there is no change? It's just that I can knock away four ordinary thugs at once?"

"Only the second level, do you want to step into the void and go to heaven and earth?" Grandma Ping smiled even more, "If you have strength, you also need a method to use it. For example, the method of improving your own luck can't even be called a fairy method, and it doesn't have a specific name.

There are two reasons for this. One is that all immortals know it, and the other is that one can enter that state at will, so no one names it.

Next, I will teach you two magic techniques, please come closer."

Su Ping quickly got off the bed, walked to his master Su Ping, squatted down and waited for him to give him the Dharma.

Grandma Ping put her hand on the boy's head, then took it back and said calmly, "How does it look?"

Su Ping closed his eyes tightly, and suddenly two articles filled with words appeared in his mind. After merging, those articles became a human body, performing two kinds of magic.

“It feels so strong!”

"Of course." Grandma Ping said slowly: "These two moves are the magic methods created by the master. They are extremely powerful, but of course the consumption of magic power should not be underestimated.

I think that you have exhausted all your power now, and you can only use one of these moves, but don't be discouraged, you are very powerful, and I will always know it!"

“Thank you, Master, for the magic!” Su Ping opened his eyes with a fiery gaze. The two magic techniques in his mind were like sweet springs in the desert to him. He finally had a goal to move forward.

When Grandma Ping saw him like this, she thought to herself that no matter how smart he was, he was still a child. Once he got something new, he would have endless motivation to work hard and try hard to complete it.

However, her two magic skills were not so easy to master. She also knew that even if this disciple was extremely intelligent, he would not be able to master them without a hundred or so failures.

In fact, it was just as Grandma Ping said. The next day after Su Ping went up the mountain, he did not go to the same mountain top, but found an empty place to practice.

The two magic techniques, one of which is called "Random Strike", just as the name suggests, it means an attack that can be launched with just a random move of the hand.

To be specific, it means to collect the immortal power in your hand, and then throw it out like a bomb to explode, so as to retreat.

There is another move, the Rotating Immortal Wheel, which uses immortal power to create a floating and rotating spear that moves with one's own thoughts. It can be used for attack or defense, and depending on the degree of immortal power, it can also be used for close or far attacks.

Su Ping rushed to this hidden stone forest when the sun was just rising and everything was waiting for him to get up. Until the sun was shining on the whole earth, there was no sign of him entering.

Every time he mobilized his immortal power to leave his body, either the flow of the immortal power was too slow and disappeared too quickly, or it disappeared again after leaving his body. He was simply unable to shape or move the immortal power as he wished.

The root cause was that Su Ping was too hasty, just like a student who had just entered junior high school and was scrambling to do high school calculus problems.

The result is predictable. The student would be extremely distressed about his own overestimation of his own abilities, while Su Ping would lie on the ground exhausted, with all his immortal energy exhausted.

However, this once again refreshing practice made Su Ping very happy. Just like when he was practicing the wheel a few years ago, he felt the desire to persevere and not stop until he finished.

"I have to join the Qianyan Army this year. I will definitely have less and less time to practice immortal arts in the future. It will be too late later... continue practicing!"

Su Ping got up and tried his best to transform the aura of heaven and earth, constantly filling his body with immortal power. His indomitable figure was frightening.

Outside this stone forest, high in the clouds, there is an old woman and a "sparrow" that is much larger than an ordinary sparrow.

The big sparrow asked the figure beside him, "Aren't you afraid that if he continues like this, he will hurt his body and destroy the foundation he has worked so hard to build over the past two years?"

"The medicinal baths in the past two years were not in vain. If I had known the child would be like this, I would have taken them every day without interruption. Otherwise, there would be no point in taking them every day." The old woman responded with a smile.

The big bird said nothing, but sighed: "Su Ping's talent is indeed very good, but why don't you tell him the truth?"

The old woman chuckled and said, "Su Ping is a child who won't give up until he sees results and feels that he has made efforts. Although he knows how to stop losses in time, once he becomes persistent, he will be more reliable than those who are already persistent!

When practicing immortal arts, one's talent determines one's ultimate limit. Only by practicing step by step and steadily can one make progress. Otherwise, no matter how good one's talent is, it will be in vain."

"So you want to motivate him, make him think that his efforts are not enough, and thus stimulate his maximum potential?" The big bird widened its eyes.

"Not bad." The old woman nodded slightly.

As they were talking, Su Ping failed to cast the spell again and fell to the ground. This time he did not get up because he had overdrawn his immortal power and the consumption was huge.

In the sky, a large group of sparrows watching this scene murmured to themselves, "This feeling seems familiar."

"Doesn't it look a lot like me and them?" the old woman asked with a smile.

"It's very similar, or should I say exactly the same."

"Of course, haha..."

In addition, the conversation of the immortals did not come to an abrupt end because of the fainting of the little boy on the ground. Instead, they gradually talked about the past, those young boys and girls who were equally brilliant and talented.

At noon, after Su Ping woke up, he hurried back to the grocery store.

After all, I had taken a day off yesterday because of some matters at my friend's home, and now I had to stop working again in the morning because of my pastry business. It was already noon and no one was seen in the restaurant, so the boss had to worry.

After returning to the grocery store, the three girls, who knew everything, looked at him in unison, then glanced at the door leading to the yard, without saying a word.

When Su Ping saw this, he secretly wondered if Ningguang was angry and was waiting for her in the yard?

The boy's worry was justified and not obviously unnecessary, because Ningguang was waiting for him, but she was not angry and had a charming smile.

Su Ping heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down to eat as the other party invited him. However, he saw the plate of fried bamboo shoots on the table, and finally saw the shape of the spear. He picked it up in his bowl and stared at it in a trance.

Ningguang couldn't help laughing when she saw him like this: "What's so good about stir-fried bamboo shoots?"

Su Ping came back to his senses and smiled faintly, "I've been practicing martial arts lately and I've been a little dizzy. Seeing bamboo shoots is almost the same as seeing a spear."

"Then you are really confused." Ningguang supported her chin with both hands, looked at the boy and murmured: "How about finding a time, you can also help me to test your skills?"

Su Ping opened his mouth slightly, "Sister Ningguang also learned martial arts?!"