I Live Forever With My Proficiency

Chapter 15: Accurate Judgment of People

Across from Chen Ping's stall.

Two cultivators silently observed the situation on Chen Ping's side.

"Do you see that? The cultivator who sells talisman skins, what's the difference between him and the 'kind-hearted people' we encountered earlier? Tell me." A dark-skinned cultivator nudged Chen Ping with his mouth and asked the cultivator in a green robe next to him.

The cultivator in the green robe had a childish face and observed for a while before saying, "He's just one person."

"He just finished selling his goods."

After speaking, he looked at the dark-skinned cultivator as if seeking confirmation.

The dark-skinned cultivator had a look of someone who could be taught, nodding his head, "Your comprehension is quite good, you understood it right away. Since we are from the same hometown and your father entrusted you to me, you should follow me in cultivation from now on. Resources will not be lacking."

"What you just said is correct, but there are a few more points to consider."

"The first is to evaluate the target's strength. This cultivator sells talisman skins, not talismans. What does this mean? It means his cultivation level won't exceed the third layer. Drawing talismans can earn more money than selling talisman skins. Who would choose to do low-income work when they can do high-income work? It's highly unlikely."

"And I am at the peak of the second layer of Qi Refining, and you are in the middle stage of the first layer of Qi Refining. We are in the dark, while he is in the light. Victory is within our grasp."

"Besides that, we also need to evaluate whether the target is truly alone. We have been following him for so long and haven't seen anyone talking to him, which means he is at least alone today."

"Lastly, we need to speculate on his wealth. We can't target someone who is dressed too well because we can't afford to offend them, and it's not worth it to target someone who is too poor. This cultivator in front of us, his weapon and Daoist robe are not Law Weapons, and his attire is ordinary, indicating that he is not from a wealthy family. But selling talisman skins means he is not too poor. He is the most suitable for helping us in our cultivation."

"Do you understand?"

The cultivator in the green robe nodded like a pecking chicken, "Brother Li, when should we make our move?"

"You look at yourself." The dark-skinned cultivator said dissatisfiedly, "This is not called robbing. This is called the other party having a benevolent heart and willing to donate some money to help us in our cultivation. This is him accumulating virtue."

"Brother Li's words are correct." The cultivator in the green robe seemed a bit timid.

He had never done something like this before.

He was the only Qi Refining cultivator in their village, and he came to Azure Cloud Sect with the hopes of the entire village, but unfortunately, he didn't pass the assessment and could only temporarily stay in Cloud Link City until next year's examination.

Fortunately, he found a fellow villager from the neighboring village.

When the dark-skinned cultivator heard the words of his companion in the green robe, he finally felt satisfied.

"It's right now."

Just as Chen Ping finished packing up his stall and took a few steps, he felt that something was off.

The next moment.

Before he could fully react, he felt something hard pressing against his waist.

Then, an arm hooked onto his shoulder.

When he turned his head, he saw a dark face smiling at him.

An unfamiliar face.

Soon after, another cultivator appeared on the other side.

The two of them sandwiched him in the middle.

Damn.

He was careless.

He had considered the possibility of danger, but he didn't expect that someone would dare to openly rob him in the current bustling market.

Then he heard the voice of the dark-faced cultivator, "Fellow Daoist, please help me. The spell I am practicing is Spiritual Force Flick, but I just started and it tends to flick out uncontrollably, especially when I'm nervous. Fellow Daoist wouldn't want that, right?"

"Moreover, I have reached the third layer of cultivation, so you don't have a chance."

Chen Ping pondered his predicament and calmly asked, "What does Fellow Daoist propose?"

The dark-skinned cultivator grinned in satisfaction, "I am responsible for taking care of this street. For the stability of everyone, both you and I are cultivators, so naturally, I have no complaints. But recently, I am short of spirit stones. Can Fellow Daoist lend me some? We can keep a record, and when I have money, I will naturally repay Fellow Daoist."

"Fellow Daoist, don't say you don't have any. You just sold a lot of talisman skins."

Chen Ping 'admiringly' said, "Fellow Daoist has been concerned about the safety of the market, so what's a few spirit stones from me? It's only right. If I don't give, it would seem that I lack understanding."

After speaking, he signaled the other party not to be nervous, then decisively took out a wallet and handed it to the dark-skinned cultivator.

The dark-skinned cultivator was momentarily stunned.

He didn't expect Chen Ping to be so easy to talk to.

He took the wallet and pinched it.

It was spirit stones, not gold or silver.

The dark-skinned cultivator smiled in satisfaction, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, "How about lending me this sword as well?"

Chen Ping's pupils contracted, his hand involuntarily clenched, then he quickly regained his composure and said, "Fellow Daoist, take it."

The dark-skinned cultivator grinned, "Thank you for helping, Fellow Daoist. I won't disturb Fellow Daoist's fortune."

After speaking, he took the long sword from Chen Ping's waist, gestured to his companion, and then the two slowly retreated, their eyes fixed on Chen Ping.

They continued to retreat until they reached a crowded area before suddenly turning around and disappearing into the crowd.

Chen Ping suddenly felt the lock on him disappear.

He let out a sigh of relief.

This world.

Why is it so difficult to be a good person?

The dark-skinned cultivator and the cultivator in the green robe walked a long way, confirming that Chen Ping hadn't followed them, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although my cultivation is better, it would be best if conflicts can be avoided and we can just take the money.

Especially in public.

Fortunately, the other party is very sensible.

"Li Ge, I feel like this person has more spirit stones than just this. Why don't we take everything?" The cultivator in the cyan robe asked in confusion.

"Look at you, I just praised your intelligence." The dark-skinned Taoist priest sneered at his fellow townsman and continued, "This is another lesson I want to teach you. When we rob, we are different from those cultivators who gamble with their lives. If we want to avoid conflicts, we must know our limits."

"Cultivators who often come to the market, who would put their spirit stones in just one money bag? Don't they usually have several money bags? We only need one, and the other party will think of it as 'losing money to avoid disaster' and won't gamble with their lives against us."

"If we really take all of someone else's money, it would be a fight to the death."

"Do you understand?"

The cultivator in the cyan robe suddenly realized, "Li Ge's teaching is right."

I've learned, I've learned.

"Do you know why I took his sword? This sword is not valuable, not even worth a single spirit stone." The dark-skinned Taoist priest asked in return.

"To prevent him from launching a sneak attack."

"A good student indeed."

"So, that cultivator from earlier won't bother us anymore, right?" The cultivator in the cyan robe asked with little confidence.

"Don't worry."

"That cultivator looks timid. Moreover, judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem like someone who holds grudges. It won't be a problem." The dark-skinned Taoist priest said confidently.

He has always been good at reading people.

"Let's go and see how much we've got in Xianyu Lane."

Xianyu Deep Lane is rarely frequented by people, making it a favorite place for robbing cultivators to divide their spoils.

The two of them made their way into the lane with ease.

Today, they robbed three cultivators, some with more, some with less, but they estimated that they had collected dozens of spirit stones in total. It was a bountiful harvest. Coupled with the large sum they stole a few days ago, they had enough resources to go into seclusion and cultivate for a while.

What does it matter to use some means for longevity?

The dark-skinned Taoist priest was in a good mood. However, just as they turned a corner, a cold light flashed.

He was greatly alarmed.

"Someone robbing cultivators?"

Reacting quickly, he shot out several bursts of spiritual energy with his fingers and quickly retreated.

Looking down, he saw the spiritual energy bursts he shot out in panic.

He didn't care about the depletion of his spiritual energy at all.

"My leg is gone."

He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, breaking out in a cold sweat.

This person's sword was too fast, and the sword aura left no room for escape. The distance was too close, making it impossible for him to unleash his full strength.

In the shadows.

Chen Ping didn't give the other party a chance to react at all.

Gentle breeze, light rain, no wind, clear moon, calm and quiet.

After completing the sixth move, the dark-skinned Taoist priest fell to the ground, dead with his eyes wide open. He couldn't believe that the person who had just robbed him was the same cultivator.

The cultivator in the cyan robe was the same.

Li Ge said that this person was as timid as a mouse.

He wasn't someone who held grudges either.

Li Ge was always good at reading people.

"Why did you rob me?" Chen Ping left a breath for the cultivator in the cyan robe.

The cultivator in the cyan robe was covered in sweat, and he asked with difficulty, "Can I survive?"

"You don't have room to negotiate." Chen Ping inserted his sword into the cultivator's arm.

The cultivator in the cyan robe gritted his teeth in pain but didn't dare to make a sound. Under the desire to survive, he chose to answer, "Li Ge targeted you and said you were suitable for robbing."

"Li Ge? Him?"

The cultivator in the cyan robe nodded.

"Do others know about this?"

"No, no one instructed us, and we are not security cultivators in this market." The cultivator in the cyan robe spoke intermittently, looking at Chen Ping with pleading eyes, struggling to say, "Can I... survive? I didn't want this."

Chen Ping knew that this person was inexperienced. When he threatened him earlier, this person was still trembling. That's why he focused on attacking the dark-skinned Taoist priest during the battle.

He glanced at the cultivator in the cyan robe and forcefully plunged his sword into his heart. Giving him a quick death.

This was the only thing he could do.

After confirming that both of them were dead, Chen Ping quickly retrieved his long sword and swiftly searched their bodies.

The battle only lasted a few seconds, and the people around wouldn't notice it immediately. But once they heard the commotion, they would likely arrive here soon.

So he had to act quickly.

He quickly erased his traces and didn't care about the bodies. Then he swiftly left the scene.

After turning a few corners, he changed his appearance and calmly blended back into the crowd in the market.

Although his heart was pounding, he acted as if nothing had happened.

After a brief stop in the market, he set off on the road back home.

Leaving this troublesome place.

(End of this chapter)