Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 92 - Ten Spiritual Roots
Kuzhu City, the capital of Anzhu County, a man who looked like a refugee looked at the magnificent city gate and couldn't help but swallow hard. He had finally arrived, and his expression was full of joy at surviving a disaster.

Looking at that face again, if Lin Le were there, he would definitely be surprised, because it was Xiang Zhiwen's face, but he had clearly killed Xiang Zhiwen.

The karma gained from killing and the merit gained do not lie.

Xiang Zhiwen entered the city and ran straight to the prefectural governor's office.

Seeing the large drum standing at the entrance of the yamen, Xiang Zhiwen immediately picked up the hammer next to him and was about to smash it.

But suddenly a hand reached out from the side and caught the hammer that was about to be swung down.

"Hey, one hundred taels for each smash," a slovenly official in a black robe said, raising his head slightly to look at Zhiwen.

"This is a tanggu drum, how can we let people pay to play it!" Xiang Zhiwen was already eager, and when he was stopped, he immediately roared.

"If idlers like you keep knocking every day, how will our Prefect ever get a break?" The official's expression didn't change much, clearly he'd seen it all before. "One hundred taels is just a small threshold. If you can't even afford that, then don't bother the Prefect."

"Do you know who I am!" Xiang Zhiwen roared.

"I don't care who you are!" The official's face showed a hint of impatience. "Pay up, or you'd better go and report this to the police."

Xiang Zhiwen took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger, then reached into his pocket, took out a spirit stone, and threw it at the official: "Is this enough!"

The official, clutching the spirit stones, had a glint of greed in his eyes. He then chuckled and said, "That's enough, that's enough. Come with me, I'll take you directly to see the Prefect."

"Hmph!" Xiang Zhiwen snorted coldly and followed the official inside.

Soon, Xiang Zhiwen met Prefect Liu Zhixing in the main hall.

"Xiang Zhiwen, the second son of Xiang Lingchen, the county magistrate of Bailian County, pays his respects to Lord Liu." Upon seeing the man, Xiang Zhiwen immediately knelt down and said, "I beg Lord Liu to avenge my Xiang family!"

Liu Zhixing, who hadn't paid much attention at first, became slightly more serious after Xiang Zhiwen introduced himself: "What happened?"

"There was a petty thief named Lin Le, from Bailian County. Who knew that this villain had somehow obtained a demonic cultivation method, and he grew stronger the more he killed?" Xiang Zhiwen said with grief and indignation. "My father devoted himself to the county, working tirelessly day and night, but this brat disregarded the safety of the county and slaughtered my entire Xiang family for his own selfish gain!"

"I implore Lord Liu to take charge and dispatch a strong army to capture that fiend and bring him to justice, and to grind his bones to dust, so as to avenge the blood feud of my Xiang family!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhixing's expression turned serious. Killing an official was a capital offense, a crime of rebellion. He then asked, "Why didn't your county magistrate intervene?"

“Magistrate Wei has already been killed by the demon,” Xiang Zhiwen said.

Wei? This unusual surname caught Liu Zhi's attention. After thinking about it carefully, he remembered that the county magistrate of Bailian County was Wei Zhenshan, a member of the local powerful Wei family.

“Even your county magistrate has been killed, that fiend is truly ruthless!” Liu Zhixing said solemnly, “Xiang Zhiwen, can you guarantee that everything you said is true?”

“Every word is true!” Xiang Zhiwen said, emphasizing each word.

"Good!" Liu Zhixing slammed his hand on the board. "Someone, notify Commandant Wei and have him bring that fiend to justice immediately to uphold the dignity of the nation!"

"Yes." An official immediately withdrew.

“Nephew Xiang, you can stay with me for the time being,” Liu Zhixing said.

"Thank you, Lord Liu," Xiang Zhiwen said.

"Young Master Xiang, come with me," an official said as he approached. "I'll take you to your lodgings."

Xiang Zhiwen wanted to thank him, but when he saw that the official was the one who had stopped him at the door, his face immediately turned cold, and he snorted coldly: "Lead the way."

The officials did not take Xiang Zhiwen's dissatisfaction to heart, but instead focused on leading the way for him.

However, the more people left, the more uneasy Xiang Zhiwen became.

But considering that this was the prefectural governor's office, Xiang Zhiwen figured it was just that he had been on the run for a long time and was a little nervous.

Thinking of that face, Xiang Zhiwen couldn't help but grind his teeth. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have suffered so much.

On the way, the official suddenly asked, "By the way, Young Master Xiang, you said your entire Xiang family was wiped out, so how did you escape?"

"I have a double who looks exactly like me. I happened to have him out that day, which is how I barely escaped this predicament," Xiang Zhiwen explained, then said somewhat impatiently, "By the way, aren't we here yet?"

The official stopped and nodded. "We've arrived." "Where?" Xiang Zhiwen looked at the walls on both sides and asked in confusion.

He then felt a pain in his chest.

Xiang Zhiwen stared in disbelief at the dagger in his chest and the smiling official before him.

The official slapped his face, making a loud slapping sound: "I told you, your time to die has come."

"You..." Xiang Zhiwen wanted to ask the official how he dared to do that, but he found that he could no longer open his mouth and his vision began to blur.

They even poisoned him! How despicable!

This was Xiang Zhiwen's last thought before he died.

After examining the body, the official pulled a storage bag from Xiang Zhiwen's sleeve. He frowned, as the find was less than he had expected.

I thought this idiot would be able to run away with his family's wealth, but I didn't expect he couldn't even keep his family's wealth.

However, we can't be too picky, because there aren't many easy targets like this, who have few connections and low risk.

Whistling, the officials cleaned up the scene.

Xiang Zhiwen's existence was thus erased from the world.

On the other side, Lin Le suddenly frowned and began to calculate with his left hand.

"What's wrong?" Qingli, who had transformed into a snake, asked Lin Le as she flicked her tongue.

"It's nothing serious, it's just that the people in the county town probably know about my killing of the official," Lin Le said, shaking his head.

"How did the calculation go?" Qingli asked, looking at Lin Le's fingers as he did so.

"It's a minor calamity," Lin Le said. "Not a big problem."

Qingli nodded slightly: "Don't believe in divination too much, sometimes you'll fall into a trap."

"I understand." Lin Le nodded. "Is everything cleaned up?"

"It's all cleaned up." Qingli transformed into a beautiful woman in palace attire.

"Hmm." Lin Le turned his head and looked down, and saw piles of fox corpses piled up there. Hun Tian Ling was working hard to pull out their spines and then refine them into flesh pills.

Lin Le internally visualized his supernatural vision: twenty-four lotus seeds clustered within a lotus flower, and nearly a hundred sections of lotus root grew on the lotus whip, nine of which had blood-red veins.

That was a hundred sections of lotus root condensed into one volume.

As Lin Le moved his mind, the seven sections of blood-veined lotus root and nearly seventy sections of white and tender lotus root turned into blood streaks and disappeared.

Lin Le then felt an even more intense heat than before, which even began to affect the outside world.

Qingli felt the heat coming from beside her and a look of confusion appeared on her face. She turned her head and saw that Lin Le's skin was red, like a boiled red shrimp.

"Ah Le, what's wrong with you?" Qing Li was startled and subconsciously thought that Lin Le had gone mad. She immediately reached out and pressed her hand on Lin Le's body, preparing to help him recover.

However, what awaited her was Lin Lezhenqi's automatic counterattack, which directly knocked her hand away.

"I'm fine," Lin Le said, raising his hand. "My martial arts skills have just improved slightly."

Qingli paused, her hand still about to press down, and asked, "Really?"

"Really." Lin Le glanced at her. "Do you think I would joke about my own safety?"

"That's true." Qingli put her hand down, but said with some concern, "If you feel unwell, call me immediately."

"I will," Lin Le nodded.

(End of this chapter)