Why is my Hundred Lifetimes Book different?

Dust and light swirl and dance.

In the cold, damp prison, Ren Qingshan sat cross-legged.

It's been three days since I turned myself in. Although prison is tough, I'm still energetic and gradually getting used to it.

Unexpectedly, being reborn has led to a new achievement in life—being imprisoned.

But it doesn't matter.

All my experiences, everything that has happened, have been beneficial to me.

The killing of Yang Wanli was a sudden, hasty, reckless, and unplanned act, made on a whim.

Since it is in my nature, I have no psychological burden in killing this evil person.

It also has a utilitarian element; money is a powerful motivator, and 20,000 taels of silver is by no means a small amount.

At the same time, they demonstrated their value and clung to Liu Yunsong's coattails.

After reviewing the situation, Ren Qingshan had no regrets.

Yang Wanli's sword strike...

Originally, I couldn't avoid it.

In that split second, it was clear that Master Liu had also made a choice.

I didn't discuss the distribution of profits with him.

Because I'm not qualified.

Ren Qingshan was fully aware of this.

This time, it was naturally a high-stakes gamble, but fortunately, the Book of a Hundred Deaths provides enough room for error.

The worst possible outcome, in the conventional sense, would be that Liu Yunsong would pocket the money and then kill someone to cover it up.

However, if he really did that... I couldn't be happier!

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"Have a meal!"

The jailer stuffed the lunchbox in; it contained vegetables and meat. Compared to the other prisoners, this prison food was definitely a delicacy.

After eating slowly and deliberately, Ren Qingshan practiced standing meditation, sitting meditation, and strengthening himself, just like he had done a few days ago at the Immortal Master's Mansion.

Courage and patience are both essential for achieving great things.

Wait until the storm subsides.

Let's see how Liu Yunsong handles this.

……

A few days later, around noon, when it was time for lunch, Ren Qingshan saw a middle-aged man following behind the jailer, and his brows furrowed slightly.

father?

"Let's chat quickly!"

The jailer was arrogant and domineering.

Ren Jiaping's face was weathered; in less than half a month, he looked as if he had aged more than ten years. Looking at his son inside, his lips trembled and his eyes reddened.

"Father, what brings you here?"

Ren Qingshan asked calmly, his fist clenched secretly, vaguely guessing Liu Yunsong's intentions.

"There's a distinguished person in town, the steward of the Li family in Shuangfeng. He's taken a liking to our soaps and rouge and is willing to pay for us to open a shop in the county town. It's opening tomorrow."

Ren Jiaping's expression was complicated. He spoke in a low voice, following the instructions he had been given, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He wasn't stupid; in fact, he was quite decisive, but the matter was simply too complicated.

"That's a good thing."

"Don't worry about me."

"Dad, I want a younger brother or sister. You and Mom, please try harder!"

Ren Qingshan smiled slightly, his tone soothing.

A chill ran through him—Master Liu, is he trying to raise me as a death squad?

From his perspective, such behavior, which combines kindness and severity and uses family as a constraint, is understandable, but it does show a rather narrow-minded approach.

At such a moment, his son could still laugh and joke, and Ren Jiaping really didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and even felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity and awe.

Eight years old.

I've been away from home for less than half a month.

In the city, he killed the head镖师 (chief镖师) of a镖局 (镖局 is a type of security escort agency).

This unruly and cruel child is actually my son!

But it was precisely because of their son that the whole family moved from the mountain village to the county town and even opened a shop!

"You...sigh...it's all your father's fault for being incompetent. I didn't teach you well, and you made such a big mistake..."

Ren Jiaping trembled and choked up, tears streaming down his face.

"Hey, don't say such discouraging things. Once the shop is open, run it well, make money, buy a house, and have a couple more kids. Then you and Mom will have something to rely on in your old age."

"You can't count on me. I might get beheaded any day. One chop and my head will be gone, leaving a scar the size of a bowl."

Ren Qingshan still smiled and said.

Isn't this another kind of severing ties with the mortal world?

This is a hurdle we'll have to overcome sooner or later.

In other words, even if one obtains the Qi Refining Talisman, achieves success in cultivation, and prolongs life to several hundred years old, one would still be powerless to help one's parents, who are mortals and bound by the suffering of birth, aging, sickness, and death.

"That's about it!"

"Walk!"

The jailer shouted and shoved Ren Jiaping, who was unsure how to respond. He tried to turn around and look at his son, but his feet had to keep moving away.

Will we ever meet again after this parting?

……

into the night.

Ren Qingshan sat cross-legged, oblivious to the world around him.

Without the Qi Refining Talisman, one cannot absorb spiritual energy.

This cross-legged posture is solely for calming the mind.

The cell was noisy in the dead of night. Three cells away, prisoners were groaning in agony. Two cells away, prisoners were playing rock-paper-scissors, betting on having their hair pulled out. Further out, prisoners were practicing their boxing, groaning and laughing, while other prisoners even cheered them on...

Aside from being tortured, the loneliness and boredom of losing freedom are perhaps the greatest torment here.

In this prison, even the smallest bit of fun and sensory pleasure is magnified infinitely.

Ren Qingshan gained some insights.

Treat this situation as an opportunity to cultivate your mind and seek inner peace in all aspects.

—A person who knows why he lives can endure any kind of life.

A paper crane suddenly appeared in the darkness. The sound of its flapping wings was different from that of mosquitoes and flies. Ren Qingshan was calm and observant, and he saw it when he opened his eyes.

Reach out.

A message quietly entered my mind.

"The matter has not yet subsided, and we need to wait and see. The Enforcement Envoy may come to inspect before the end of the year, and we must get through this hurdle."

Your family has made arrangements for you, ensuring you will have enough to eat and wear for the rest of your life.

"I will teach you another battle technique. Try your best to master it for now. If you succeed, I will have another use for you."

Enforcement Messenger?

Ren Qingshan didn't know if this was just an excuse or if it was really true.

The paper crane turned to dust, and a battle strategy formula appeared completely in my mind.

"Burning Blood Battle Strategy"

This name... it sounds like some kind of heretical cultivation method!

With a mental rant, Ren Qingshan composed himself and began to study the text carefully. About an hour later, he let out a long sigh of relief.

It really is an evil cultivation method, but its power is immense.

It perfectly matches my energetic and passionate "genius" personality!

This combat technique is divided into three levels: Boiling Blood Realm, Burning Blood Realm, and Sacrificial Blood Realm.

Nine forms of boiling blood, three forms of burning blood, one form of sacrificial blood... the cost is commensurate with the power.

"Liu Yunsong, you wouldn't set a trap in this technique, causing me to suffer a qi deviation and end my own life, would you?"

It's not impossible.

The other party is not a kind person. They are meticulous and shrewd, and they strive to leave no room for error in their work. They have the demeanor of a "superior".

However, if he intends to harm me, he has countless ways to do so: poison me, destroy me into an idiot, or even turn me into a puppet... Cultivators have many methods, and these are generally not difficult.

After much deliberation, Ren Qingshan decided to start practicing.

At most, I'll just die once.

……

Time passes swiftly in prison, day after day.

More than three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Winter had arrived, and the cold grew heavier each day.

Ren Qingshan secretly counted the days every day. He counted on his fingers and realized that today was the nineteenth day of the eleventh lunar month, his birthday.

She is nine years old.

Thinking about it, I felt a bit both amused and exasperated.

In my previous life, I was nine years old, a flower-like age, innocent and naive, unwilling to go to school, wanting only to play every day.

He is nine years old now, but he is celebrating his birthday in a prison cell.

After days and nights of relentless practice, the Blood Burning Battle Technique was mastered half a month ago.

Everything is normal, and I didn't notice any pit.

As for its power...

Compared to before, he has now mastered the manipulation and release of "blood" and has achieved perfect control over it.

If I were to fight Yang Wanli now, I would surely be able to fight him to the death.

With a slight upturn of his lips, Ren Qingshan began to implement the plan he had been refining every day for the past three months.

—"Celebrating my birthday today, let's break out of prison!"

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