Purgatory Artist

(TN: what can I say? life happens I could list many reasons why I didn't continue but I won't bore you to death so... happy to be back and enjoy)

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Inside the barracks.

"So you stand on the side of cultivators?" the little girl asked tentatively.

Liu Ping shook his head.

"You chose to destroy the plot to save the world? For justice?" the little girl continued to ask.

"I don't represent anyone. I just fulfill my own ideas. I don't seek justice nor for a way to save them" Liu Ping said.

"Then what are you doi-" the little girl asked.

"Wouldn't it be more interesting this way?" Liu Ping said seriously cutting her off.

Suddenly Darkness enveloped him silently. With a burst of hearty laughter, the little girl broke the silence looking very happy. She tossed a glass bottle to Liu Ping.

"Quite unexpected. Come on, let's have a drink."

"What is this?" Liu Ping asked.

"Beer - you may not have tasted it. There is no such drink in your world" the little girl said.

The little girl took out a rose-colored glass bottle, opened it herself, and said to Liu Ping:

"Come on, let's celebrate with a drink."

"What are you celebrating for?" Liu Ping asked.

"Celebrate that everything is about to go off the rail" the little girl said.

Liu Ping followed her example and opened the bottle, taking a sip.

"How does it taste?" the little girl asked.

"I quite like the taste..."

"I'm Liu Ping, and you?" Liu Ping said.

"I am an existence in the eternal night. I can't tell you anything else, otherwise you will be in great trouble" the little girl said calmly.

"Eternal night? I also woke up from the eternal night. The entire world of cultivation wakes up from eternal night. We all exist in eternal night" Liu Ping said.

"You don't have to test me" The little girl smiled and said "Actually, your world and all practitioners in it do not belong to Eternal Night."

"Then what is the Eternal Night?" Liu Ping asked.

"It is the dead's resting place, " the little girl said.

"Then how are you here?" Liu Ping said.

"In the past eras, I was in slumber, but once your world arrived, I woke up and couldn't go back to slumber" the little girl said sadly.

The void behind her gradually shattered, revealing a desolate dark wilderness.

"You have made your choice, so I have to prepare" she said.

"What are you going to do?" Liu Ping asked.

"When the first plot point collapse arrives, I will show you the truth of this world" the little girl said as she put down the bottle.

She retreated step by step into the broken void showing the wilderness.

The void gradually mended and with it any evidence of her being there erased.

She left.

Liu Ping stood there for a while lost in his thoughts, then looked down at the beer in his hand.

A few lines of small words appeared above the bottle of beer:

[Name: The most amazing drink.]

[Craft beer, wort concentration 11.5°P.]

[source——From a certain skyfall.]

It turns out that this wine did not come from Eternal Night.

Liu Ping drank the beer in one breath, put away the bottle, and slowly walked out of the barracks.

It was still dark.

He looked up for a while, then walked through several barracks and over the dense tombstones, before arriving at the teleportation array.

The practitioner stood in front of the teleportation array, stretched out his hand and made a few spells, and the magic circle suddenly lit up.

"You can go to three places, namely the vanguard camp, Xiaoqi camp, and the armory" the practitioner said.

He turned around, looked at Liu Ping with a smile and said:

"But according to the rules, those who leave here must pass my examination to see if they have truly fully recovered before I can send you on your way."

"What do I need to do?" Liu Ping asked.

"Tell me how you feel about this war, and what action you will take" the practitioner said.

Liu Ping looked at him.

In the void before his eyes, lines of small characters text appeared. But these small characters are all in normal fonts:

[Important reminder: The opponent is a great cultivator in the Saint realm, and you cannot defeat him.]

[You have three strategies to choose from]

[The first one is to show courage and have a heart for the common people. If you express yourself from this perspective and are calm and comfortable in battle, the opponent will send you to the vanguard camp]

[The second option is to cry bitterly and tell the story of the misery of the war, and to risk your life in the battle. The other party will send you to the Xiaoqi Camp]

[Third, if you fail to choose the above two the other party will send you to the Armory.]

The texts hovered above.

[Tip: If you want to break the current plot, please don't follow the tips above.]

Liu Ping was speechless. Unexpectedly, the sequence is even better than the plot font.

He looked at the practitioner opposite, smiled, and said:

"Senior, why don't we fight first."

The practitioner said: "Okay, you can attack directly."

Liu Ping said: "I'm only at the foundation-establishment. with your strength, wouldn't it be unfair? Otherwise, I can't beat you at all, and the fight is meaningless."

The practitioner laughed, and shook his head "Are today's youngsters always so competitive?"

As he spoke, he suppressed his aura, and his spiritual power gradually dropped to a level similar to Liu Ping's.

"It's not about competing to win, it's just to have fun" Liu Ping said.

"Okay, come."

"I am coming."

Liu Ping leaned forward dashing toward him to deliver a punch.

As his fist neared, the examiner raised his hand up catching Liuping's fist with ease.

"So you are a martial arts cultivator" the examiner said with a smile.

Suddenly, the examiner's expression changed. At some point, his palm started to be covered with ice, frozen together with Liu Ping's fist.

The practitioner pushed his palm forward hard—

The frost that covered his arm immediately shattered, but quickly condensed into shape. Instead of being pushed away, Liu Ping seemed to be stuck to his palm.

The two were stuck together with fists and palms unable to separate, so they had to use their other hands and feet to fight.

Liu Ping fought with him for more than a dozen moves, evenly matched, without falling behind at all.

"Great fist technique."

"Thank you for the compliment, be careful" Liu Ping said.

'This boxing technique is a masterpiece that I painstakingly created. unfortunately with my foundation establishment, the power I can exert is too small.'

The next moment—

Layers of frost mist emitted from Liu Ping's body, transforming into seven or eight phantoms.

The cultivator was checking with his divine sense, but he saw a fist rushing out of many phantoms and fixed in front of his face.

——It's the fist frozen with his palm!

Boom!

Terrifying spiritual pressure erupted from the cultivator's body, turning into a strong wind and blowing Liu Ping away.

There was a complex look on his face.

——As a cultivator in the Sainted realm, his dignity did not allow him to be hit by a foundation-establishment child.

Hence, he stopped suppressing his strength.

Liu Ping flew back a dozen meters mid-air, landed gently on the ground, and said with a smile:

"Senior, I accept defeat."

The cultivator looked down at his palm and saw that it was frozen with a fist-shaped hollow ice cube.

"It seems that the dozen or so punches you gave me were all to make me think that your other hand was frozen and you couldn't punch anymore".

"Yes" Liu Ping admitted.

"Where does this fist technique come from?" the cultivator asked.

"I created it myself" Liu Ping said.

"Does it have a name?"

"It's called love, love, Fist Fight."

"It's... obviously a good frost fist technique, why is it called this?"

"There was once a couple who couldn't sleep without fighting."

"But every time the man won, the woman would become angry, turn around, and run away, closing the door and preventing his entry."

"Their strength was about the same. If the man loses, he will be beaten into a pig. and if he won He would not be doing some of the good things he wanted to do in the evening."

"So this fist technique..."

"Yes, the male cultivator found me and commissioned me to develop this set of affectionate and playful fists. With this technique, I can win the opponent and prevent the opponent from running away."

The cultivator fell into thought for a while.

'If I hadn't released the spiritual pressure of the Saint Realm just now, he would have been hanging around me and beating me up, releasing ice from time to time preventing us from separating.'

——There is no way to avoid it.

"Weird couple indeed. This close-ranged fist technique... can use the frost so well that I couldn't escape. It's quite good."

While nodding in praise, he took out the formation plate and began to set up the formation.

"Senior, wait a minute. Can I choose a place by myself?" Liu Ping asked.

"The Vanguard Camp, the Xiaoqi Camp, and the Armory Department are all good places. Otherwise, where would you like to go?" the practitioner asked.

"That's true, but I'm afraid I can't go to the places you mentioned" he said.

"Why?" said the saint cultivator.

"Because my sect was destroyed during the war, and I am the only one left" Liu Ping said.

The other party was stunned.

This is really unexpected.

"Baisheng sect, Liuping" Liu Ping said.

——This is the identity prepared by Master for him.

But the entire initial curtain has changed. The two previous practitioners disappeared and were replaced by the person in front of them.

Can this identity still be used?

Liu Ping stared at the saint cultivator to his front.

"A rare and special situation... let me think about it... this kind of situation almost never happens. Where should I send you?"

The cultivator thought for a while, then looked at him seriously and said: "Western Desolate Great Camp is a transit place for transporting troops. It is now responsible for relocating the cultivators whose sects have been destroyed. By the way, which sect are you from? What is it called?"

"Baisheng sect, Liu Ping," Liu Ping said.

"Which sect are you from? What's your name?" he asked again.

Liu Ping looked at him and said nothing.

"Which sect are you from? What's your name?"

"Which sect are you from? What's your name?"

"Which sect are you from? What's your name?"

"..."

The Cultivator kept asking repeatedly, and the expression on his face had become dull.

Lines of burning small characters quickly emerged:

[He's stuck.]

[You ruined the original plot, and the other party's soul will gradually enter a waking state.]

[The original plot is starting to fall apart.]

[Everything is about to go in an unpredictable direction.]

[Estimated time: seven seconds.]