Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 9 - Instant Kill of Wang Hu
The bodies of Xiao Hua and his companion were quickly discovered. After all, the courtyard Lin Le chose was a registered courtyard of the brokerage firm, and brokers would often bring people to inspect the property.

However, just as Lin Le had predicted, after discovering that the deceased was a gang member, they became too lazy to care, since investigating further would easily implicate them.

But this news angered Wang Hu, whom Xiao Hua mentioned. He was certain that the deaths of the two men were related to Lin Le.

Lin Le's repeated provocations undoubtedly fueled Wang Hu's rage, and he wanted to kill this outsider.

Judging from the news, Lin Le doesn't have any relatives in the area. The only person he might be wary of is an apprentice at the White Ape Martial Arts School.

But he was just an ordinary apprentice, so if he was dealt with quietly, the White Ape Martial Arts School wouldn't make a big fuss.

Wang Hu glanced at his seemingly respectful but scheming underling beside him, his eyes narrowing. He decided to take action tonight and defend his authority with blood.

Three days have passed since Lin Le killed Xiao Hua.

Bang! The 400-pound stone lock was thrown down, and Lin Le breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past three days, he took on another private order, and with the remaining money, he bought five more White Ape Pills, which he swallowed and refined, bringing his strength to four hundred jin.

Just as he feared, once he reached 400 jin, the White Ape Pill had little effect on him.

Fortunately, the nearly perfected White Ape Tongbei Fist was far more miraculous than he had imagined. With the help of the Qi and Blood Elixir, he could increase his strength by five jin every day.

Moreover, it seemed that the five pounds of weight gain came from the root of his bones, and Lin Le did not feel any decline.

Lin Le looked at his hand; it had grown an inch.

After finishing his boxing practice, Lin Le left the martial arts gym and immediately felt a rather malicious gaze fixed on him.

Lin Le walked normally, but a few blood vessels slowly crept into the whites of his eyes.

At night, after finishing his meal, Lin Le sat quietly in the courtyard and slowly sheathed the dagger onto a short stick that reached his eyebrows.

The yard was small, and a gun that was too long was unsuitable; a shorter one would be just right.

Before the moon was even at its zenith, Lin Le saw his front door kicked open and a burly man walk in.

"Wang Hu?" Lin Le was not surprised, he simply called out his name.

"It's me, the boss." Wang Hu walked in, followed by four of his underlings.

Lin Le glanced at the number of people and smiled, "Perfect."

"What do you mean, 'perfect'!" Wang Hu's face was filled with murderous intent. "Tell me, did you kill my four men?!"

"So what if it is, and so what if it isn't?" Lin Le stood up and said slowly.

"Playing tricks!" Wang Hu sneered, then raised his hand and slashed at Lin Le with his sword, "Take this!"

Seeing the seemingly slow but actually fast slash, Lin Le took a step back.

call!
Wang Hu's slash missed its mark.

not good!

Wang Hu had a bad feeling. Because Lin Le was short, he subconsciously underestimated him, so he swung his knife with all his might, wanting to cut Lin Le in half and restore his own prestige.

Moreover, seeing Lin Le standing there in a daze, he assumed Lin Le was scared out of her wits, so he didn't think much of it.

Now that his sword has missed its mark, he has no room to change his move, leaving himself wide open.

Lin Le naturally wouldn't let this good opportunity slip by, and he brandished his short gun in his right hand.

With a soft "plop," Wang Hu's throat was slit open.

Wang Hu covered his throat with both hands, looking at Lin Le in disbelief. He hadn't expected that the outcome would be decided in just one move.

In a battle between martial artists, the outcome can be decided in a mere instant!

Seeing Wang Hu clutching his throat and kneeling on the ground, Lin Le gained a deeper understanding of this statement.

Is Wang Hu weak? He is not weak, otherwise he wouldn't have become a minor leader.

He possessed the strength of four hundred jin (approximately 200 kg) and had achieved a rudimentary level of swordsmanship, making him a natural opponent for ordinary people, like a tiger among sheep. In a serious fight, Lin Le didn't know how much effort it would take to defeat him.

Unfortunately, due to his subconscious underestimation, he exposed a huge opening and was fatally struck by Lin Le.

However, now is not the time for sentimentality, since scenes of legal killings are quite rare.

Lin Le turned around and rushed straight at the four underlings who were stunned by their leader's death.

Upon seeing Lin Le rushing towards them, the four henchmen shuddered and scrambled to rush out the door.

But Lin Le wasn't about to let his "innate talent" slip away; he was only four points of killing karma away from solidifying the lotus root.

These ordinary thugs, lacking even the will to fight, were no match for Lin Le. Lin Le simply shot them one by one, sending them to the underworld to meet their boss.

The road to the underworld is long; how can one walk it alone? That would be so disloyal!
Before the cry of "No!" could be finished, the last thug was stabbed through the neck by Lin Le.

As Lin Le dragged the corpse, he suddenly felt a gaze fall upon him.

He turned his head and saw a pair of clear, black and white eyes peeking out from a crack in the window; judging by their size, they seemed to belong to a child.

Lin Le put her index finger to her lips: "Shh~"

The moonlight fell, illuminating Lin Le's fair face, which was stained with drops of blood. He was still smiling, which made him look even more sinister and ferocious.

The owner of the eyes shuddered, feeling the heat and dampness emanating from his pants.

He peed!
After dragging the body back into the house, Lin Le looted the spoils: an iron knife and four or five taels of silver.

"Tsk, so poor!" Lin Le curled his lip and kicked Wang Hu's corpse in annoyance.

Although the amount of silver was small, the gains were quite good.

Lin Le used his inner vision to see a lotus seed growing inside the lotus flower, and a tender white lotus root, as thick as an infant's arm, growing under the lotus whip.

The younger brother has four points of merit and four points of killing karma; Wang Hu has one point of killing karma and five points of merit, which is just right, enough to meet the needs of lotus seeds and lotus roots.

Let's eat lotus root first!

Without hesitation, Lin Le used lotus root directly.

The lotus root thaws, turning into tiny red threads that dissolve into the water.

A surge of heat rose from Lin Le's spine, growing hotter and hotter, as if he were being roasted by flames.

However, this enthusiasm came quickly and went quickly as well.

Just as Lin Le was about to stuff a towel in, the heat had already dissipated.

So fast?
Lin Le was taken aback. Was it just the spine? What about the rest?
Lin Le practiced the punch once, but felt no change, meaning his physical constitution remained unchanged.

If it's not innate talent, then what is it?
Lin Le looked down at his lower abdomen, or rather, his dantian, which is the location of what people often call the spiritual root.

Scratching his head, Lin Le suppressed his doubts, thinking that he would know when he reached a certain level.

Next up are lotus seeds.

In the first half of the year, Lin Le focused on White Ape Tongbei Fist, but after reaching the perfection level, he found that reaching the Great Perfection level required even more comprehension, so he turned the rest of his time to White Ape Spear.

Coming to his senses, Lin Le threw a punch, delivering nine resounding blows.

In less than ten days, Lin Le had already mastered the White Ape Fist to perfection. If others knew, they would be amazed at what kind of monster or prodigy he was.

However, Lin Le did not intend to reveal his perfect fist technique. He was leaving in about half a month and would not be taking a master at the martial arts school.

Looking eastward, the menacing claws of yesteryear still seem to echo in my ears.

"Soon," Lin Le whispered, her voice filled with determination.

(End of this chapter)