I was forced to cultivate immortality when I just wanted to lie down

Chapter 21 Stealing and Plagiarism
Linhefang was in turmoil, with a scene of impending storm. However, Xu Qing, who was in Linhefang, just lived his life with a mindset of getting by, fussing over trivial matters all day long.

"They say martial arts schools are a bottomless pit. You spend money to buy martial arts lessons, and then you have to pay more for tonic potions to strengthen your body. After buying the potions, if you want to learn more advanced techniques, you have to pay more."

Over and over again, it is equivalent to having the same talent, whoever spends more money will be stronger.

This mode is no different from those third-rate web games with fancy pages that he had seen in his previous life!
Looking at myself, it cost me nearly two hundred taels of silver just to upgrade to the Iron-Armored Wandering Zombie. I don’t know how much more money I will have to spend to upgrade to the Silver Zombie, the Gold Zombie, and even the higher three transformations of the Crouching Zombie!

The only thing to be thankful for is that zombies have a long lifespan, so he can earn money bit by bit and obtain the resources needed to break through various zombies.

On this day, the day agreed with the hunter arrived. Xu Qing closed his shop early and went to the East Market to get the animal skin materials he had been longing for.

The hunter did not set up a stall. It seemed that he came to Linhe specifically to wait for this big customer. After the money and goods were paid, the hunter wrapped himself in a bearskin coat and left the East Market.

Back at Jingxia Street, Xu Qing saw from afar a police officer in official uniform wandering in front of the coroner's shop.

The two sides were old acquaintances. When they arrived, Xu Qing asked habitually, "Brothers, are you here to deliver goods again? Let me take a look. It's in good condition and looks quite handsome. How did it die?"

The leading police officer laughed and said, "This unfortunate fellow was a habitual thief on the wanted list. I don't know who offended him yesterday, but he was cut in the neck and died on the street. When we found him, he was frozen solid."

Another one who never returns to the world.

Xu Qing shook his head. Nowadays, those who venture out into the world are like hanging their heads on their belts. You never know when they might end up with nothing.

And even wanting to die decently is not easy!

After sending the yamen runners away, Xu Qing casually placed the two animal skins on the coat rack, then habitually put on donkey-skin gloves and sprayed the workbench with homemade disinfectant.

After a set of procedures, the corpse is resurrected and the soul is saved, and the page of the Sutra of Salvation is turned.

The life of the corpse was presented to him without reservation.

The wuxia artist whose throat was cut was named Chen Xiaoyi, a disciple of the Rong Sect, one of the eight secret sects in the wuxia world.

The so-called eight hidden gates refer to bees, hemp, swallows, sparrows, flowers, orchids, kudzu, and chrysanthemums.

Among them, the Rong family, to put it bluntly, is engaged in the business of stealing. However, those who can call themselves disciples of the Rong family cannot be petty thieves who steal chickens and dogs. They must be solitary bandits!
He did not steal money from common people, nor did he take money from the elderly, the young, the sick or the weak. He only stole money from people of noble birth or from those whose business amount was large enough.

So this type of people are also called "high buyers".

Chen Xiaoyi is a high-end player of the Rong family. He has a master, Qianyingshou - a disciple of Pan Qianying, who is a 'hundred hands' disciple and ranks 21st in the family.

The so-called Hundred Hands is actually a rating standard for the abilities of disciples.

The minimum is ten hands, which means that once you make a move, if your hand is fast enough, there will be ten afterimages of your hands, making it difficult for you to tell which hand is the real one, and then people will steal your wallet.

Hundred Hands is the upgraded version. As for Thousand Hands, that is the master level. It is said that if you pass by someone at this level, they can steal your underwear without you even knowing it!

Even if you have excellent eyesight and skills, and you find something wrong, you turn around to cause trouble for others, but you can't see the lost pants.

Why? Because the moment you drop your pants, they're snatched away and put on your butt!
Although Chen Xiaoyi doesn't have the ability of his master Pan Qianying, he is still one of the top-ranked disciples of the Hundred Hands sect. Not to mention ordinary people, even a martial artist with sharp eyes and ears would have to pay a few taels of silver before leaving when he comes to him!
But then again, is it really true that this person has never made mistakes?
Don’t say, it really exists!
Just yesterday, Chen Xiaoyi met a man on the street. The man was wearing the finest Shu brocade and white satin. His white robe was as soft as the auspicious clouds in the sky. The jade pendant on his waist was also of the top grade produced in Yunnan and Dian. A rich young man like him is simply a walking silver shop!

With the idea that since he was already here, he might as well take it, Chen Xiaoyi brushed against the man's body, and as if by accident, he got both the jade pendant and the purse.

But before he could be happy, the young man in white robe who had just passed by him and landed behind him started talking.

"Your hands are indeed fast, but unfortunately, my sword is even faster."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xiaoyi belatedly covered his throat, and blood gushed out from between his fingers as if it was free.

On his deathbed, he understood that he had met a master!

Seeing this, Xu Qing couldn't help but grin.

But it was not because of Chen Xiaoyi, but because the person who drew the sword was the demon from Tianxin Sect who had cut off Liu Youdao's head!

"This guy is really moody, but his love for killing people has never changed."

Xu Qing made up his mind that if he met the young man in white next time, he would stay as far away from him as possible and never say a word to him!

It was because in his limited impression, the endings of those who had interactions with this young man in white were not very good.

The final evaluation of the corpse in the Sutra of Deliverance was that it was of the middle grade. The reward was a Thousand Shadows Stealing Technique that allowed one to steal things secretly, steal from the body, and open boxes and steal bags.

If one cultivates the Thousand Shadows Technique to a high level, the art may become divine, and there might even be a chance that one can steal someone's underwear.

But unfortunately, he only obtained the Hundred Shadows skill from Chen Xiaoyi. It was not realistic for him to steal her underwear, but it was easy for him to steal earrings, hairpins, etc.

Xu Qing followed the Thousand Shadows Technique, and his hands seemed to have pressed the accelerator key, moving faster and faster. When all the afterimages disappeared, he had completely mastered the core of the technique.

As for other uses of the Thousand Shadows Technique, it still requires practice.

For example, when stealing earrings, you can use the stealth method to take off the other person's earrings without touching the hair or skin.

If it is an object like a hairpin, you need to use the method of Yang Piao, which is to replace the hairpin with a thin chopstick. The moment you accidentally touch the other person, quickly replace the hairpin with the thin chopstick. This is Yang Piao.

Xu Qing now understood why Chen Xiaoyi had lost. The Tianxin Sect's demon was highly skilled. If he had only used stealth, he would have sensed the momentary weightlessness of the missing purse and jade pendant. But if he had used yang piracy, Chen Xiaoyi's hand speed wouldn't have been able to keep up.

With such a huge gap between the two, I'm afraid only the thief saint Pan Qianying can succeed if he takes action personally.

After praying for the soul of the Rongmen disciple whose throat was cut, Xu Qing began to work on refining the iron-armored wandering corpse.

But unlike ordinary corpse drivers who refine zombies, this time he wants to refine and raise himself!

(End of this chapter)