I will survive with proficiency

The owner of Fugui Building learned of Ouyang Hong's death in the afternoon, and quietly entered the secret room after finishing his work.

Chen Ping, a frail scholar who had been hiding in Fugui Building, waited for a while.

Then get up.

In the still bustling atmosphere of drunken immortals dreaming of death, they quietly entered the top floor.

With his foundation building strength, he can basically walk sideways in this mortal city, and with a speed that is so fast that he can teleport, he can quietly enter and exit various places.

No one can find it.

Chen Ping easily bypassed the two bodyguards outside the living room of the main building.

Enter the master's room.

Pinch the compass according to the owner's method, and gently enter the secret passage.

The secret path is long and winding.

The monk guarding the secret path is a late stage of Qi training, and the first time he noticed someone entering:

"who?"

"Don't be nervous, it's me. You and I had tea together in Ghost Dao Sect, remember? Ha, you don't remember?"

"Pfft~"

The foundation building spiritual power flashed.

Chen Ping rushed over and hugged the monk's sliding body to prevent him from making a sound when he fell to the ground:

“…Take a deep breath, a little dizziness is normal.”

Tuck into storage bag.

Then do the same to solve the second monk, and finally enter the secret room.

"Didn't I tell you not to come in?" The host sat down at the desk and wrote something, reprimanded dissatisfiedly without turning his head.

...Good guy, you can actually reprimand a monk in the late stage of Qi training.

You know, Qi practitioners are immortal masters in the eyes of ordinary people. Which one of the mortals is not submissive when they meet the immortal master?

Identity is not easy.

Hearing that there was no movement, the landlord turned his head and looked back, he was stunned for a moment, and his body froze.

The pen on the table fell to the ground.

Unknowingly, his hand wanted to tear the yellow paper on the table, but was mercilessly bounced away by Chen Ping's spiritual power.

The landlord felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, but immediately recovered his indifferent look, and said in relief:

"To be able to enter here quietly, you have to build a foundation. You are...Chen Ping, right?"

After a pause, without waiting for Chen Ping to answer, the host said to himself:

"It is true that I lured Ouyang Hong to kill you, but so what? You immortal masters can't kill you? Can you be superior? Can you trample me and other mortals under your feet? Can you make me do things for you? gone?"

"Why?" The landlord originally had a calm expression, but the more he spoke, the more excited he became.

"Why should a five-year-old child be beheaded on the spot along with the child's mother just because he accidentally bumped into you monks? Is there still a law of heaven? Are there still city rules? Hmph, you monks are human beings. I can’t wait?...Hehe, if they are demon cultivators, they at least treat me like a human!!!”

"Come on, kill me. Do you think Huang is afraid of death? Huang died decades ago. Come on, kill me."

"..."

"Okay." Chen Ping said in a low voice.

Instantly ended the landlord's life.

What the hell logic?

There are bad guys in the monks, so all the monks deserve to die?

How many times have I been robbed by casual cultivators? Do I also want to kill all the cultivators in the world?

Is there any relationship between that monk who cast a shadow on you and me, Chen Ping?

I should die?

What's the difference between you doing this and the monk you said you looked down on?

Seeing that the landlord is hostile to monks, he has long regarded death as home, and there is absolutely nothing to pry out of this kind of person.

Die early and clean up early.

Chen Ping put the landlord's body into the storage bag, and checked the contents of the secret room.

The first is the yellow paper on the table that was too late to destroy.

Halfway through the above letter:

[Master Cave Master:

Sorry for contacting you.

A few days ago, my subordinates heard that the owner of Zuixianfang in Xianhe City could contact the cave owner, so it was the first time he wrote a letter to disturb the cave owner.

Do you still remember Ouyang Hong of Yunzhong City, Cave Master? The dying foundation-building cultivator that the cave master once wanted to win over.

Three years ago, his subordinates had sent benefits to Ouyang Hong, and he was already moved. Two years ago, there was a rogue cultivator named Chen Ping in Yunzhong City who broke through Foundation Establishment by chance. According to the way the cave master treated Ji Yan back then, his subordinates asked Ouyang Hong to rob and kill Chen Ping in order to stop his thoughts of casual cultivation.

Please forgive me for the crime of self-assertion, it has been more than three years since I have not contacted the cave master, and this subordinate also wants to share the cave master's worries...

Regrettably, Ouyang Hong was incompetent and failed to kill Chen Ping for two years. Instead, his own disciples suffered frequently. Today, my subordinates heard that even Ouyang Hong has disappeared, and he has been missing for several days.

The subordinates were shocked.

Ouyang Hong is in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

The subordinates speculated that Chen Ping did it, but after so many days, Chen Ping did not come to find me, which made them puzzled, or maybe Ouyang Hong did not confess to his subordinates?

Don't worry, the cave master, since the day the cave master captured the monk for his subordinate, the subordinate's life will always belong to the cave master. Even if his subordinates are caught, they will never say a word.

However, be cautious.

The subordinates will tidy up today and destroy everything. Then he left Yunzhong City on the grounds of inspection, and went to the next Mortal City to stay for a while, secretly watching the situation before making plans.

...]

"I didn't expect that it wasn't the magic cultivator who plotted against me behind the scenes, but the magic cultivator's agent."

"Moreover, the so-called Cave Master behind the scenes doesn't know about it."

"It's really ironic."

Chen Ping put the letter into the storage bag and checked the secret room again.

The secret room is not big, a small space of less than ten square meters. In addition to a table and chairs, there is only one cabinet.

Everything is clear at a glance.

Very good to search.

There was nothing in the table except pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and some gold and silver.

Chen Ping didn't let go of some mundane things like gold and silver, and put them into the storage bag.

Beside the table was a porcelain basin containing the ashes of the burnt fire.

In the cabinet, there are several things that look like magic tools, packed in beautiful boxes. Chen Ping couldn't recognize the effect.

But after opening the box, there was a demonic energy inside.

On the innermost side of the cabinet, there are three wooden sculptures. There are two people standing, one big and one small. The big one is a woman and the young one is a little boy. Another wooden sculpture kneels in front of a woman and child.

Other than that, nothing else.

Not a single thing like notebooks.

This made Chen Ping very disappointed... Why isn't such a good habit of keeping a diary cultivated?

Anyway, leave a record of the structure of the magic repair.

Chen Ping looked at the secret room, and after thinking for a while, he didn't touch those monsters. He doesn't know these monsters, but it doesn't mean that Yun Haitang doesn't know them, and it doesn't mean that Ling Xiaozong doesn't know them.

This is an opportunity to spread the message that "Ouyang Hong is a spy of the devil cultivator".

It must be spread, otherwise Yun Wenting will keep pestering Ouyang Hong's cause of death.

Even Ling Xiaozong will intervene.

But if Ouyang Hong is a demon cultivator, then it doesn't matter how Ouyang Hong died. On the contrary, the most important thing is who else was instigated.

Chen Ping walked to the table, restrained his spiritual energy, and picked up his pen and ink. After a pause, he switched to writing with his left hand, imitating the landlord's handwriting, and wrote two strings of words on the yellow paper:

[Ouyang Hong in Cloud City]

[Master of Drunken Immortal Workshop in Crane City]

Then roll up the yellow paper and insert it in the hands of the wooden sculpture child in the cabinet.

After doing all this, I took a few photos of the evil spirit talisman and cleaning talisman, and carefully removed the traces of my presence.

Then he backed out without anyone noticing.