Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 5 - Kill Two First
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
In the quiet courtyard, Lin Le practiced boxing from the time the moon rose until it was high in the sky.

*Snap!* As the last sound ended, Lin Le sat quietly at the doorway, having opened and closed the door briefly in between.

The moon continued to set in the west, and it was now the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), the time when people are most sleepy.

A rustling sound arose, and a man was seen stealthily climbing down the wall.

After glancing around, the man was about to go inside the house.

But before he could take more than a few steps, a heart-wrenching pain shot through his chest.

No, it really ripped out my heart!
The man could feel a cold object in his heart.

Fear flashed in his eyes, and he was about to let out a cry of defiance, but someone seemed to know he was about to scream, and a hand had already firmly covered his mouth beforehand.

"Ugh!" The man struggled, but the dagger embedded in his body twisted, completely severing his life force.

The man's body went limp like noodles.

Lin Le drew his dagger and hid in a corner to recover his strength. He stayed there until dawn broke and the first rooster crowed in the city.

Was only one person there, or did the person waiting outside realize something was wrong and run away?

Lin Le looked at the corpse and stroked the dagger. He had originally wanted to take the opportunity to condense a lotus seed to try, but he would have to wait a few more days.

Through introspection, a faint golden light condensed within the lotus flower, and a lotus root the size of an infant's fist hung quietly on the lotus whip.

'Is merit determined by sins, but the sin of killing by the number of people killed?'

Lin Le pondered that he had gained some merit and two points of karma from killing the two brothers. One point of merit and one point of karma were used to unlock his supernatural powers.

Now, killing this man will bring three points of merit and one point of karmic retribution.

"So, if I want to use lotus root to alter my constitution, do I need to kill eight more people?"

Lin Le pondered that, based on feedback, even the lowest grade of lotus seeds or lotus roots required ten points of merit or ten points of killing karma.

Judging from the conditions, it seems that accumulating merit is easier.

Lin Le got up, dusted himself off, and turned to leave.

Lin Le finished his breakfast with a calm expression and then left.

Not long after he left, a man stealthily approached Lin Le's house. After cautiously glancing around and confirming that no one was there, he nimbly jumped into the yard.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, the man saw the man lying on the ground and exclaimed in surprise, "Old Niu!"

He didn't go over to look; the pool of congealed blood on the ground already told him that his companion was dead beyond any doubt.

His heart raced, and the man turned to leave, knowing that his target this time was not a fat sheep but a ferocious wolf.

Crunch!

Suddenly a loud noise rang out, and the tense man jumped three feet high: "Who's there!"

The newcomer didn't speak, but rushed towards the man.

Before the man could even see who it was, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, followed by back pain, and he was knocked to the ground.

At this moment, he also saw who the attacker was. Wasn't he the fat sheep they had chosen?

"You...you didn't leave?" The man's voice was broken and filled with disbelief.

Lin Le looked at the man indifferently, said nothing, but twisted the dagger forcefully, ending the man's life.

Three points of merit and one point of killing karma entered the inner vision.

After getting up and dusting himself off to make sure he wasn't covered in blood, Lin Le pulled out his dagger.

After closing the door, Lin Le looked at the two corpses, stroked his chin, took a shovel from the house, lifted the stone slabs on the ground, and started digging a pit on the spot.

Lin Le was busy until the afternoon before finally burying the two of them, and incidentally, he let out a stream of pure yang boy urine to suppress the yin energy.

Upon entering the room, Lin Le immediately lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep.

Inside a gambling den, a fierce-looking man frowned: "Where are Old Niu and Rat? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

One of them replied, "Brother Wang, they went to find the fat sheep they were eyeing yesterday, and they're probably keeping an eye on them right now."

"It's such a hassle to deal with a little brat who's lost his parents. He's a disgrace to me!" Brother Wang sneered. "Tell them to bring that kid over too. He looks clean-cut. He should be worth some money if sold to a brothel."

A brothel is a place specifically for training and training young boys for the enjoyment of people with specific fetishes.

"Yes, I'll go and inform them right away." The man nodded and turned to leave.

The next morning, Lin Le woke up, stretched, brushed his teeth, washed up, and went out. After breakfast, Lin Le went to the White Ape Martial Arts School and once again forcefully pulled up the stone lock.

This time he started directly from 200 pounds, which was a bit strenuous.

After stretching his wrists, Lin Le immediately challenged himself to weigh 240 pounds.

He still raised it.

It weighs approximately 250 jin (125 kg).

Lin Le put down the stone lock and estimated his own strength.

He lifted the 240-pound stone lock, but he also felt that he didn't have much strength left. It was impossible for him to lift 260 pounds; it should be around 250 pounds.

"A five-year-old blood ginseng can increase strength by about sixty jin (approximately 30 kg). From this perspective, the cost-effectiveness seems rather low."

Lin Le calculated that if it were just regular meals, he would spend at most four ounces of food money and it would take him two months to arrive.

'Unfortunately, what I need is time.'

Lin Le sighed. Two months was too slow. He knew that the order around him was unstable, especially since he was being watched.

Trading money for time is the most worthwhile deal at this time.

"I need to make some money," Lin Le muttered to himself.

He himself had only twenty-odd taels of silver left, and the two who died were also penniless, with a combined amount of money of just over one tael.

A single blood ginseng costs fifteen taels, which isn't enough money.

But how do we earn that money?

Lin Le pondered, and then realized that all of these were dead ends for him now. Based on what he had seen and heard in this life, every industry was controlled by someone and supported by no one. A daily business of a little over a hundred coins was the limit for an ordinary person.

'If you don't have the ability, you don't even dare to do things that make money.' Lin Le sighed inwardly, but then suddenly saw Hou Guang walk in.

After a flash of inspiration, Lin Le walked towards Hou Guang.

If he can't find a way to make money, he can ask someone who knows how.

"Senior Brother Hou, I have a question I'd like to ask you," Lin Le said to Hou Guang.

Hou Guang stopped, looked at Lin Le, and said calmly, "Speak, what's the problem?"

"I can read and write, and I'm pretty good at arithmetic. What do you think I should do to make money quickly and safely?" Lin Le reached out his hand to Hou Guang.

Hou Guang frowned slightly, but when he saw the small, gleaming silver object in Lin Le's hand, his frown immediately relaxed: "Let me think about it."

As they spoke, he had already taken the small silver coin worth one tael from Lin Le's hand.

Just a few seconds later, Hou Guang asked, "Junior Brother Lin, have you ever worked as an accountant?"

“I’ve never done it before, but I’ve done the math,” Lin Le said. “My family used to run a grocery store.”

Actually, he ran a convenience store in his previous life.

Hou Guang nodded slightly: "Then I'll test your arithmetic. What is thirty-one times thirty-two?"

"Nine hundred and ninety-two," Lin Le replied instantly.

Hou Guang raised an eyebrow: "Three hundred and thirty-one times four hundred and fifty-two?"

"One hundred and forty-nine thousand six hundred and twelve," Lin Le replied instantly.

Hou Guang pondered, he was also calculating, and the result he came up with was the same as Lin Le's, which surprised him. As expected of a genius with high comprehension, his mental calculation ability was so outstanding.

"The last question," Hou Guang said.

“I bought a pill from your shop. The pill cost thirty-one taels and was marked up to thirty-six taels. I used a hundred-tael silver note to buy the pill. You didn’t have any change at the time, so you exchanged the hundred taels with the neighbors for a hundred taels of loose silver and gave me sixty-four taels in change.”

But the neighbors later discovered that the one hundred taels of silver note was counterfeit, and you had no choice but to return the one hundred taels to them. The question is, how much money did you lose in this transaction?

"Ninety-five taels," Lin Le replied instantly.

Hou Guang clapped his hands: "Great calculation! Junior Brother Lin, your arithmetic is really good!"

"Just based on my experience," Lin Le said modestly.

“With this experience, things will be much easier,” Hou Guang said. “Junior brother, wait a day or two, and I will let you know if there is any news.”

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Lin Le cupped his hands in thanks.

(End of this chapter)