Chapter 16
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Chapter 16: Unexpected Wealth and Truth
Wang Chen had never imagined that one day he would personally end a living life.
This was not just a chicken, a duck, or a fish.
He had killed a living person!
Wang Chen was born and raised in one of the safest countries in the world.
His family lived happily together, and none of his relatives or friends had ever faced any misfortunes.
Killing was just a word he saw in the news.
However, looking at the body lying on the ground before him,
the first time he killed, Wang Chen felt a bit nauseous, but he had no guilt or fear at all.
Even if last night’s scene were to repeat a thousand times, he would not hesitate to unleash the Metal Finger Technique.
Before dawn, Wang Chen hurriedly closed the door to his room.
The gate to the small courtyard outside was shut.
The intruder had clearly climbed over the wall to break in.
What confused Wang Chen was that neither he nor the original owner had any life-and-death enmity with anyone.
Why would someone want his life?
After securing the door, Wang Chen took out a fire starter and lit the oil lamp on the table.
Under the warm orange light, he crouched down and turned the body over.
The intruder’s face was completely distorted, looking extremely strange and ugly.
His eyes seemed as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and his dilated pupils still held a look of shock.
Wang Chen tried hard to remember.
Even after searching his memories, he couldn’t recall where he had seen this person before.
But he didn’t dwell on that question.
The urgent task was to quickly deal with the body and ensure that no one found it.
Wang Chen didn’t even consider reporting this to the sect.
In the original owner’s memory, the outer sect punishment hall of the Yunyang Sect was like a hall of hell.
Just entering would have you skinned alive.
For a low-level outer sect young cultivator like him, it would be way too easy for others to manipulate him.
Not to mention, there was no way he could keep the spoils!
Wang Chen’s hand had already reached the storage bag hanging at the corpse’s waist.
It was his first time looting a corpse.
His heart was racing!
The storage bag came off easily.
When Wang Chen attempted to infuse his spiritual energy to open the storage bag,
he was immediately greeted with a pleasant surprise!
First of all, the capacity of this storage bag was astonishingly large, measuring one zhang on each side.
Storage bags are essential artifacts for cultivators,
and practically everyone owns one.
However, the value of similar storage bags can vary dramatically.
Wang Chen’s own storage bag had a mere capacity of three feet on each side, and it was second-hand.
By now, it had very little durability left.
The storage bag he had just acquired not only had a much larger capacity but was also in pristine condition.
It was worth at least a hundred spirit fragments!
The storage bag alone surpassed all of Wang Chen’s current savings.
Truly, unexpected wealth makes a man rich!
Then he pulled out three white jade bottles, a long sword, a crane-shaped pot,
and a stack of talismans from the storage bag!
Strangely, there wasn’t a single spirit stone inside,
nor any spirit fragments.
Wang Chen picked up the gleaming long sword and examined it for a moment.
This sword was clearly a legal sword,
not a flying sword.
A legal sword is a weapon used by cultivators for close combat, and its size and shape are vastly different from those of a flying sword.
Naturally, their values are worlds apart.
If a legal sword is likened to a car on the ground, then a flying sword is akin to a jet plane.
The original owner’s father, Wang Shaoyuan, had entered the Dao through martial arts and had once taught Little Wang Chen some boxing and sword techniques.
Although these were merely mundane skills,
they held significant practical value for low-level cultivators.
However, after Wang Shaoyuan met with misfortune,
the original owner became a spiritual plant farmer in the outer sect,
toiling daily to cultivate the spirit fields,
while also practicing his techniques regularly.
So he had long since abandoned these mundane martial arts.
Otherwise, if he had trained diligently, Wang Chen’s physique wouldn’t be a mere 4 points.
Wang Chen thought that improving his physique and picking up martial arts again would be a good choice.
Unfortunately, ordinary martial arts did not appear on the Cultivation Panel.
Otherwise, adding points would feel quite satisfying.
After putting the long sword away, Wang Chen inspected the three white jade bottles one by one.
He recognized that two of the bottles contained Qi Recovery Pills and Healing Pills,
each holding about five or six pills.
The third bottle, however, contained a powder,
and it had a peculiar smell that didn’t seem pleasant at all.
Wang Chen set it aside and picked up the talismans to examine them.
For cultivators, distinguishing commonly used talismans and elixirs is fundamental knowledge.
This stack contained seven talismans, all of which Wang Chen remembered.
There were two Exorcism Talismans, two Protection Talismans, one Armor Horse Talisman, one Dust Smoke Talisman, and one Rebirth Talisman!
With the Qi Recovery and Healing elixirs, the sharp legal sword, the strange powder, and this stack of talismans,
Wang Chen faintly felt he had uncovered the truth.
He then picked up the last crane-shaped pot.
The palm-sized bronze pot had an ancient and elegant design, with a slender and curved neck, and a sharp crane beak that concealed an opening.
The crane tail on the pot’s handle flipped up, revealing a small hole the size of a pinky finger.
Wang Chen wiped the pot’s handle with his sleeve and gently blew into the crane tail.
A wisp of lightly colored smoke immediately sprayed out of the crane beak and quickly dissipated.
Wang Chen caught a whiff of a sweet aroma and suddenly felt dizzy.
He quickly held his breath and waved his sleeve back and forth in front of him.
What a potent sedative smoke!
Wang Chen weighed the crane-shaped pot in his hands, as memories flooded back into his mind.
When the original owner was twelve, his father, Wang Shaoyuan, seemed to have a certain premonition before his incident.
He spent a lot of time imparting a wealth of cultivation knowledge and streetwise experiences to the original owner.
But the original owner was rather dull and confused; he remembered a lot but didn’t find it useful for himself.
Now, these hidden memories had become Wang Chen’s experience.
He deduced that this crane-shaped pot must be the Misty Immortal Pot that Wang Shaoyuan had mentioned.
It was said that even a high-level Qi Training cultivator, if caught off guard,
could be knocked out by the mist inside the Misty Immortal Pot!
This was a common tool used by evil cultivators.
Wang Chen recalled his experience from last night and felt extremely fortunate.
No wonder he felt weak and vulnerable, like a fish on the chopping board after being caught!
If Little White hadn’t come to his rescue in time, he might have lost his life and turned into a vengeful spirit!
Where was Little White?
Wang Chen looked around but didn’t find the big white mouse.
He didn’t know where it had run off to.
After sorting through the spoils in the storage bag, Wang Chen turned his attention back to the corpse on the ground.
He suddenly noticed something was amiss.
The skin on the corpse’s face had completely wrinkled and twisted, making it impossible to discern its form.
Moreover, the skin on the forehead had split into two pieces,
with one piece lifting up high!
Wang Chen’s heart stirred; he leaned down and pinched the top skin gently before pulling it.
To his surprise, he pulled off a thin membrane as delicate as a cicada’s wing.
A human skin mask?
Wang Chen was slightly stunned.
Even more surprising was that the corpse’s true face was revealed.
It was unmistakably the traveling merchant with whom Wang Chen had traded!
The truth was uncovered!
