Chapter 896: Mystery

At this time, Chen Ping, covered in wounds, was rushing towards Yaoshen Valley...
If only there was just Xuan Yuan Yan, Chen Ping wouldn't be so embarrassed. Now with the qi of several great martial arts masters converging on him, Chen Ping finds it hard to resist.
Chen Ping gathered spiritual energy with both feet, and arrived at Yaosheng Valley in just half a day.
The disciples saw Chen Ping was in a sorry state and rushed to help him up. Someone else hurried to inform Xu Changsheng.
Soon, Xu Changsheng arrived with several elders in a hurry, including Xiaolan.
When they saw Chen Ping's body covered in wounds, they were all shocked.
"Chen Ping, what's wrong?"
Xiaolan walked up to him with a face full of concern and asked.
"It's a long story, I'll tell you guys later!" After Chen Ping finished speaking, he looked at Xu Changsheng: "Elder Xu, you should immediately prepare the herbs needed for returning to Heaven Pill. I want to refine the Returning to Heaven Pill."
"Valley master, you are now…………"
"Go on, don't worry about me, I'll be fine after a little rest!"
Chen Ping urged Xu Changsheng.
Xu Changsheng went to prepare the herbs, while Chen Ping was helped into Yaoshenggu by Xiaolan.
In the room, Chen Ping recuperated, slowly recovering from his injuries. The Jingxin Jue operated rapidly, desperately absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy. Even the slightly recovered spiritual energy within the Dragon Crystal was absorbed.
But these spiritual energies were not enough to restore Chen Ping to his peak state. With his current strength, Chen Ping could not refine the Returning Heaven Pill.
Slowly opened his eyes and found that it was already dark outside. Chen Ping's injuries were no longer visible, but his body was still weak and had not fully recovered.
Chen Ping walked to the Hall of Medicine Gods and found it deserted, estimating that everyone had gone to prepare herbs. The Shennong Ding stood quietly in the center of the hall.
Gently stroking the Shennong Ding, Chen Ping sent a wisp of his divine consciousness into it. Soon, he felt a ancient and fresh aura. This aura made Chen Ping feel very comfortable.

This ethereal yet unworldly aura surprisingly allowed Chen Ping's frail body to recover rapidly.
"Could there be more mysteries hidden within this cauldron?"
Chen Ping felt the aura, and was extremely surprised.
Since Chen Ping received the Divine Numinous Cauldron, he had never carefully investigated it, only using it to refine a few pills.
Seeing the Shennong Ding before him, Chen Ping suddenly jumped in.
Chen Ping saw, on the inner wall, a line of small characters.
"The tiger roars in the mountains, and the dragon chants undersea. The incense burner spouts jade flowers, and the fire pit yields golden blossoms. At the full moon, eight ounces of gold; at the new moon, half a catty of water."
After Chen Ping finished reading, just as he was about to ponder its meaning, a blinding light suddenly shot out from the bronze tripod. A surge of energy instantly enveloped Chen Ping, causing him to fall into unconsciousness.

Chen Ping's body felt as if it had been sliced by a sharp blade, but he didn't feel a thing.
At this moment, Chen Ping is like being immersed in a vast ocean of aura. His body greedily absorbs the surrounding aura.
Curling up his body, Chen Ping had a satisfied smile on his face. At this moment, he felt like he was in a dream, yet discovered that the dream was so real.
Then, the vast sea before him vanished, replaced by a raging inferno.
The scorching heat of the flames made Chen Ping writhe in agony. He desperately tried to escape, but found he was utterly trapped.
He wanted to shout, but no sound came out.
The scorching flames continuously burned Chen Ping, and his skin began to peel off layer by layer, then grow back layer by layer.
To the end, the intense pain had already caused Chen Ping to lose consciousness.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Ping was gently awakened by a call.
"Chen Ping, Chen Ping, why are you sleeping in here?"

Xiaolan kept calling out to Chen Ping, who was curled up inside the Shennong Ding.