I Live Forever With My Proficiency

Chapter 9: Overnight Wealth

"Enough, be smart," scolded Big Beard to his younger brother.

After Big Beard finished scolding, he didn't hear a response from his clever younger brother. Instead, he heard a strange sound. Surprised, he looked up and saw that his agile younger brother, who was originally leaning against the window, had a sword thrust through his mouth, piercing his head.

Big Beard was shocked.

Before he could make a sound, he saw a flash of sword light. A figure broke through the window, and the sword energy instantly arrived in front of him.

In an instant, Big Beard was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. His years of combat experience allowed him to react quickly, and he rolled with the momentum.

He felt a burning sensation on his shoulder, but at least he saved his life.

When he turned around, illuminated by the faint moonlight, he saw another younger brother with his head severed from his body.

Too fast.

This sword was too fast.

Big Beard had seen all kinds of scenes, but he had never seen such a scene before.

Was it Yu Qingyi?

"Escape."

That was the first thought that came to his mind. Under such fast swordsmanship, he had no way out.

In an instant, Big Beard rolled and leaped towards another window.

He flew several zhang away in an instant.

As he ran, he subconsciously glanced back. The other party didn't chase after him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He had picked up a life.

Wait, something's not right.

Why am I still in the same place?

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a sturdy man standing several zhang away, with a scar the size of a bowl on his neck, spurting blood.

He instinctively looked down.

Damn it.

Only a head, no body.

"How is this possible?"

The head fell to the ground with a thud, eyes filled with unwillingness and confusion, but no remorse for his own actions.

Chen Ping looked at the three bodies in front of him, aimed at the only one whose head was not severed, and added two more sword strikes to ensure that there was no sign of life left. Then he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

His own heart was still pounding.

It was his first time killing someone, and it would be false to say he wasn't nervous.

In his previous life, he was a shut-in who had never even killed a chicken or stayed up all night.

In less than a month since transmigrating, he had solved three at once.

Although he had the advantage of striking first and had silently calculated various possibilities outside the window, it was still one against three, and his cultivation was only at the first level. The highest cultivation of the other party was at the second level of perfection, so there was still a big gap.

But he had no choice.

He could only take action.

Fortunately, the results were all good.

"I don't like fighting and killing, but you insisted on plotting against me," Chen Ping looked at the bodies in front of him, knowing that it was not yet time to relax.

He carefully felt the bodies of the three men and took all the belongings they carried with them. Then he found a hemp rope and tied the three bodies together. Instead of rushing, he waited for nearly two hours.

He waited until it was late at night and the surroundings were quiet before Chen Ping carried the three bodies and sneaked into the darkness.

Leaving the city at this time was not possible.

Not to mention the safety outside the city, it was also easy to be discovered by night owl cultivators.

Today, when he went to learn leatherworking, he saw a few dilapidated houses on the way.

Those houses had obviously been uninhabited for many years, with collapsed walls, and no one would go inside.

They were the perfect place to hide the bodies.

After dealing with the bodies, Chen Ping returned home and carefully cleaned up the bloodstains in the house. Then he repaired the window overnight. After completing all of this, he consecutively activated more than a dozen cleansing talismans on himself and the places where he fought in the house.

He looked at the room, which had returned to its original state, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He had heard from He Xianxiang about the situation of these three men. Since the death of their brother, who worked as a guest in a wealthy family, they had no relatives or backing.

That was why he dared to take decisive action just now.

If he didn't have a thorough understanding, he might have killed the younger one first and then the older one, or even the ancient one. Cloud Link City would probably be unbearable. He might have to find a way to leave the city tomorrow.

But now he didn't have such concerns.

Moreover, these three men had offended countless people before. Even if someone noticed their unexpected deaths, they would most likely not suspect him.

Besides, I'm just a Qi Refining first level rookie. How could I possibly take on three cultivators who are higher level than me?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"It seems hiding my true strength during normal times is really beneficial," Chen Ping exhaled.

He picked up the needle and adjusted the oil lamp on the desk, causing the flame to soar. The surroundings became brighter. Then he dumped all the spoils of war onto the table.

Chen Ping's eyes lit up in an instant.

The tension from earlier had completely disappeared. In its place was joy.

A surge of joy enveloped his heart.

A huge sum of money.

Overnight riches.

He sorted and examined each item one by one.

[Three long swords.

Four registration books.

261 Low Grade spirit stones.

72 cleansing talismans.

Three broken evil talismans.

Three jin of gold.

160 liang of silver.]

Chen Ping glanced through the four registration books, none of which interested him. After some time, when this matter was no longer being paid attention to, he could sell them along with the three long swords and probably make some money.

Three broken evil talismans were good things, quite expensive. Chen Ping himself had been reluctant to buy them before, but now he had them and could use them for self-defense.

261 Low Grade spirit stones were already quite a lot. Chen Ping had only saved a little over a hundred of them over the years.

Most of what he earned at Ning Mansion was spent.

These, I estimate, were the funds these three people brought to buy goods and meat.

Chen Ping put the spirit stones, gold, and silver into his inner pocket. With his previous savings, he now had a total of 374 Low Grade spirit stones.

"In that case, I can increase my reserve to 200 Low Grade spirit stones."

"This way, I still have 174 that I can use."

It should be enough for a while.

Killing and robbing for money is faster with a gold belt.

No wonder so many cultivators don't follow the right path.

It seems there is a reason for it.

After hiding the items, Chen Ping went to sleep with mixed emotions.

The next day.

Chen Ping acted as if nothing had happened, went out as usual to learn how to make talisman skins, and deliberately greeted the neighbors when he returned home at night, but no one mentioned this matter.

The same went for the third day of learning talisman skins.

Chen Ping knew that this matter had most likely passed and would not have a significant impact.

Come to think of it, Independent Cultivators are like ants. Once they die, they're dead. Unless they have intimate friends, not many people pay attention to others' appearances and disappearances.

Some Independent Cultivators have been dead for years, only to be suddenly remembered by their companions during a chat one day, realizing that they had disappeared from their lives at some point.

Reality is so cruel.

Will anyone discover the disappearance of the three scruffy men?

Most likely.

The customers who buy meat won't see the meat seller, the cultivators who hunt beasts won't see their partners, and the person in charge of rent won't see them paying.

But no one cares, at most just a sigh.

No one cares whether they left or died.

And at this moment, Chen Ping was in the backyard of Qi Jianglun, making the most of his time to learn how to make talisman skins.

"Master, can you demonstrate how to avoid damaging the lines, as you just mentioned?" Chen Ping humbly asked.

Qi Jianglun, who was drinking water, raised his Adam's apple and pretended not to hear, with a black face, he went to guide another apprentice.

These past two days, Chen Ping had been asking him questions non-stop, and he didn't want to deal with Chen Ping anymore.

"Hmph, only paid 40 spirit stones, and he thinks he's emptied my pockets? Get lost, you idiot," Qi Jianglun thought to himself.

Chen Ping was speechless and could only reluctantly approach to listen to him explaining to someone else.

Qi Jianglun said:

When the afternoon class ended, Qi Jianglun saw that Chen Ping had asked so many questions and ended up cutting the skin in a mess. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he added:

"Remember, you shouldn't say that you learned talisman making from me."

Chen Ping forced a smile.

The three days of learning talisman making had officially ended.

Before leaving, Chen Ping took a look at this temporary school and thought, 'Goodbye, never again.'

After the apprentices left, a young fellow Daoist looked at the departing students and asked Qi Jianglun:

"Master, what are the chances that these apprentices will come back to learn again?"

Qi Jianglun sneered:

"Hmph, they will all come back. I only taught them the basics. They will taste the sweetness, but making big money is difficult. If they want to make money through talisman making, they will have to come back. Unless they can bear the pain and give up this meal."

"That's right, that's right. Master is wise," the disciple chuckled.

They're all short of money!