Unexpected Fortune and the Truth

Wang Chen had never imagined

that one day, he would personally end a living life.

This was no small animal like a chicken, duck, or fish.

What he had killed

was a living, breathing person!

The place where Wang Chen had been born and raised in his Previous Life was one of the safest countries in the world.

His family had been harmonious and his life happy. None of his relatives or friends had ever suffered any unexpected calamity.

Murder was a word one only saw in the news.

Yet as he looked at the corpse lying before him, Wang Chen, who had killed someone for the first time, felt nothing but a faint trace of nausea.

There was not the slightest guilt or fear.

Even if last night's events repeated themselves a thousand times over, he would still thrust out his Gengjin Finger without hesitation.

While it was still dark, Wang Chen hurriedly shut the door.

The gate to the small courtyard outside was closed.

The intruder had clearly scaled the wall and slipped inside.

What Wang Chen could not understand was

that neither he nor the original owner had ever formed a life-and-death grudge with anyone.

Why would someone want his life?

After closing the door, Wang Chen took out a fire starter and lit the oil lamp on the table.

Under the orange-yellow lamplight, he crouched down and turned the corpse over.

The intruder's face had twisted completely out of shape, looking especially strange and ugly.

His eyes bulged as though they were about to pop from their sockets, and his dilated pupils still held a trace of shock.

Wang Chen racked his brains.

Even after scouring his memories, he could not recall ever seeing this man before.

But he did not dwell on the question.

The urgent matter was to dispose of the body quickly and not let anyone discover it.

Wang Chen had not considered reporting this matter to the sect at all.

In the original owner's memories, the Yunyang Sect outer sect's Discipline Hall was a palace of the King of Hell.

Even going in for nothing would cost you a layer of skin.

For a lowly outer sect cultivator from the Bottom Layer like him, others could manipulate him all too easily.

Setting everything else aside, he certainly would not be able to keep the spoils of war!

Wang Chen's hand had already reached for the Storage Bag hanging from the corpse's waist.

It was the first time in his life he had looted a corpse.

Even his heartbeat sped up considerably!

The Storage Bag came off easily.

When Wang Chen tried channeling Mana into the Storage Bag to open it, he immediately received a huge surprise!

First of all, this Storage Bag had a capacity of a full zhang square.

Storage Bags were essential Magic Tools for cultivators.

Practically everyone had one.

But Storage Bags of the same kind could differ in value as vastly as heaven and earth.

Wang Chen's own Storage Bag had a capacity of only three feet square, and it was secondhand besides.

By now, it had little durability left.

Yet the Storage Bag he had just acquired not only had far greater capacity, but was also in excellent, nearly new condition.

It was worth at least a hundred Lower Spirit Stones!

The Storage Bag alone was worth more than all of Wang Chen's current savings.

Truly, a man could not grow rich without windfall wealth!

Then, from inside the Storage Bag, he took out three White Jade Bottles, a longsword, a Crane-shaped Pot, and a stack of Talismans!

Strangely enough, there was not a single Spirit Stone inside.

There wasn't even any Shattered Spirit among them.

Wang Chen picked up the coldly gleaming longsword and turned it over in his hands.

This was clearly a magic sword.

Not a flying sword.

Magic swords were sword weapons cultivators used for close combat, vastly different from flying swords in both size and form.

Naturally, their values were worlds apart as well.

If a magic sword was a car that ran on the ground, then a flying sword was a jet plane.

Wang Shaoyuan, the original owner's father, had Entered Dao through Martial Arts and had once taught little Wang Chen martial arts and blade and sword skills.

Though they were merely Mortal Skills.

They still held considerable Combat Value for Bottom Layer cultivators.

But after Wang Shaoyuan met with misfortune.

The original owner became an Outer Sect Spirit Planter, laboring day after day at Cultivating Spirit Fields.

Together with his daily Technique Cultivation.

He had long since set aside those Mortal Martial Arts.

Otherwise, had he practiced diligently, the physique he left Wang Chen would not have been a mere 4 points.

If Wang Chen wanted to improve his physique, taking up martial arts again would be a good choice.

Unfortunately, Mortal Martial Arts did not appear on the Cultivation Panel.

Otherwise, it would have been satisfying to Add Points to them.

After putting away the longsword, Wang Chen inspected the three White Jade Bottles one by one.

He recognized that two of the jade bottles contained Qi Replenishing Pills and Healing Pills respectively.

There were around five or six pills in each.

The third medicine bottle, however, contained Powdered Medicine.

It also gave off a strange smell, clearly not anything good.

Wang Chen set it aside for now and picked up the talismans to examine them.

For cultivators, identifying common talismans and Pills was among the most basic cultivation knowledge.

All seven talismans in this stack were familiar to Wang Chen.

Two Exorcism Talismans, two Protection Talismans, one Jia Ma Talisman, one Dust Smoke Talisman, and one Rebirth Talisman!

Qi-replenishing and healing pills, a sharp magic sword, strange powdered medicine, and this stack of talismans.

Wang Chen faintly felt that he had uncovered the truth.

He picked up the last Crane-shaped Pot.

The palm-sized bronze pot was antique and elegant in design. Its neck curved long and slender, while its crane beak was sharp, concealing the opening.

The crane tail forming the handle curled upward, revealing a hole as thick as a little finger.

Wang Chen wiped the handle with his sleeve, then put his lips to the crane tail and blew softly.

A wisp of faint smoke immediately sprayed from the crane beak at the front.

Then it quickly dispersed.

Wang Chen caught a sweet fragrance, and his head immediately began to spin.

He hurriedly held his breath and swept his sleeve back and forth before himself.

What formidable bewitching smoke!

Wang Chen weighed the Crane-shaped Pot in his hand as a tide of memories surged through his mind.

When the original owner was twelve, Wang Shaoyuan seemed to have sensed something before his misfortune.

He had spent a great deal of time imparting much cultivation knowledge to the original owner.

As well as Jianghu experience.

Yet the original owner had been dull-witted and muddleheaded. Though he had remembered quite a lot, he had never felt it was useful to him.

And these memories, sealed away in dust.

Had now all become Wang Chen's experience.

He deduced that this Crane-shaped Pot was likely the Misty Immortal Pot Wang Shaoyuan had once mentioned.

It was said that even high-level Qi Condensation cultivators, if caught unprepared, could be knocked out by the bewitching smoke inside the Misty Immortal Pot!

This was a tool commonly used by Evil Cultivators.

Thinking back to what had happened last night, Wang Chen felt deeply fortunate.

No wonder that after he had fallen for it, his entire body had gone limp and he had become fish meat on the chopping block.

If Xiao Bai hadn't saved him in time, he would probably have already perished, reduced to a wandering wronged soul!

Where was Xiao Bai?

Wang Chen looked around, but found no trace of the Big White Rat.

Who knew where he had run off to.

After taking stock of the spoils in the Storage Bag, Wang Chen turned his attention back to the corpse on the ground.

He suddenly realized something was wrong.

The corpse's facial skin had wrinkled up entirely, twisted beyond recognition.

The skin on its forehead had even split into two layers.

One layer was curled high into the air!

Wang Chen's heart stirred. Bending down, he reached out, pinched the lifted facial skin, and gave it a gentle tug.

To his surprise, he pulled off a membrane as thin as a cicada's wing.

A Human Skin Mask?

Wang Chen froze slightly.

What shocked him even more was that the corpse's true face was revealed beneath it.

It was none other than the traveling merchant who had traded with Wang Chen.

The truth had been unveiled!