Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

Everyone says there are immortals, but no one has ever seen one.

Old Yang used to be a martial artist. His knowledge and experience couldn't compare to that of the wealthy and powerful in the city, but it was certainly better than that of ordinary people.

He clicked his tongue, his expression envious: "But some people have ancestors whose graves are emitting auspicious smoke, and they accidentally come into contact with treasures related to immortals. Even if they only comprehend one or two moves, they can transform into cultivators."

At this point, the cripple suddenly paused, lost in thought.

He glanced at Lin Shu secretly.

The other party's recent behavior is exactly like the kind of person I just described.

"Are there many treasures like this?" Lin Shu asked, intrigued.

"Not many, but ordinary people can get lucky and run into one."

Old Yang once saw a poor boy from the southern suburbs who managed to settle down in the western part of the city using only a broken bowl from his family.

He sighed, "But if you really want to go looking for it, it's not something that money can solve."

"Moreover, even if most people comprehend immortal techniques, once their immortal destiny is exhausted, they will never be able to use them again in this lifetime."

"..."

Lin Shu nodded thoughtfully.

The "fate to the immortals" mentioned by the cripple is most likely the mist on his body, which the woman surnamed Yan calls spiritual power.

Something doesn't sound right.

This hardly resembles a proper path of spiritual practice.

So most people are just relying on luck, a quack tactic.

"Didn't those who comprehended the immortal techniques pass them down?" Lin Shu frowned, realizing the problem.

"It's not that easy. Enlightenment will consume the spiritual light of the immortal treasure, turning it into an ordinary object. How can one learn the immortal's magic without personally experiencing the aura of an immortal?"

Old Yang gave an awkward smile.

The questions Lin Shu raised are probably ones that every resident who grew up in Blackwater City has pondered.

After all, who wouldn't want to be a high and mighty cultivator?

That's why he said earlier that this was common knowledge.

"hiss."

Lin Shu pondered for a moment, then slowly frowned.

Things seem to be much more complicated than I imagined.

Such a rare treasure, even if it exists, is not something a fox could obtain.

As for taking a chance...

Lin Shu got out of bed and stood by the window.

He looked down into the dark alley.

It seems I need to make a name for myself faster; only by standing higher can I have the opportunity to access those things.

"Well."

Old Yang stared blankly at the young man's retreating figure.

The other party seemed completely unconcerned about retaliation from Hongyun Martial Arts School, and appeared more concerned with these unfounded rumors.

"Alright, keep an eye on this place for me. If anything happens, send someone to call me."

Lin Shu stretched her body and turned to head towards the door.

It was late at night, and the alley was deserted.

The prostitutes are also preparing to pack up and rest; there shouldn't be any more problems.

Lin Shu really didn't like the atmosphere in this brothel, let alone want to stay there.

"Go, where are you going to get you?" Old Yang scratched the back of his head.

"At that young widow's house."

Lin Shu waved her hand.

That white woolen cloak is still at the other party's house; if we retrieve it, we can sell it for some money.

His clothes were stained with blood, so he changed them.

We'll make do for two hours, and then find a new place to stay at dawn.

I'm not well-off these days, so I have to cut back on everything that needs to be cut back.

Lost in thought, he went downstairs.

The exhausted girls huddled together, whispering about their clients for the day.

Upon seeing Lin Shu, they all fell silent.

The strangeness in everyone's eyes had disappeared, replaced by gratitude.

"Master Lin, thank you for your hard work." Jin Gui bowed softly to the young man.

Seeing this, the other girls also waved their handkerchiefs and said, "Sir, you've had a long journey. Please take care."

"..."

Lin Shu had just stepped out of the magpie's nest when she heard a chorus of soft exclamations from more than ten people behind her.

His eyelids twitched involuntarily.

Luckily, no one was around; otherwise, people who didn't know the situation would have thought something terrible had happened.

I didn't work hard, I didn't do anything.

Lin Shu muttered to herself.

He walked slowly through the quiet alley, where only two old lanterns swayed and illuminated the entrance.

Just as I was about to walk out of Qingliu Lane.

Lin Shu's eyes flashed, and she quietly stood still, black mist billowing between her fingers.

As he moved, a cold rebuke soon came from ahead.

"stop!"

As he spoke, a robust figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

He was dressed in a tight-fitting shirt, with a long knife at his waist, and he reached out and threw a corpse on the ground.

In the dim light of the lanterns.

Even with his cold expression, he couldn't hide the naivety in his eyes.

He's clearly just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

Moreover, his skin was dark, making him look like a piece of charcoal.

"Sir, is there something you need?"

Lin Shu opened her palm, dispersing the mist.

He also yawned.

He had seen this outfit on a constable before; the only difference was that this man had a purple dragon embroidered on his lapel.

It likely means a higher official rank.

"Don't play dumb with me."

Chang Yi frowned. He had already investigated this person and found that he was a fox transferred from the Blackwater Gang.

Although he had only been in the position for a short time, he had already learned how to deal with these foxes under the guidance of his seniors.

Clang!

The long sword was suddenly drawn and held straight in front of Lin Shu.

"Qingliu Lane is under the jurisdiction of this unit. Since you killed the person, then come with me."

Based on Chang Yi's usual experience, the purple dragon on the lapel of this garment had already declared his strength to others.

Once the knife is drawn, most foxes will realize the seriousness of the situation and drop their glib tongues.

But what happened next was beyond his expectations.

Lin Shu remained expressionless as she carefully examined the long sword in front of her.

A moment later, he smiled and flicked his finger on the blade.

when--

The buzzing sound was even clearer in the dead of night.

"A nice knife, it's just a bit of a pity," Lin Shu sighed.

"What's a pity?"

Chang Yi felt greatly offended and was about to get angry when he heard the other party's inexplicable words.

He hesitated for a moment, then didn't rush to make a move.

Lin Shu glanced sideways, her smile playful, but her eyes were unusually calm: "It's a pity that the two prostitutes in my brothel who were played with to death never got to see the official's precious sword."

"you!"

For a moment, Chang Yi was stunned, then instinctively gritted his teeth.

His hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

He knew exactly what the other person was talking about, after all, Zhang Ci's bad reputation wasn't something that had only been around for a day or two.

"I wanted to arrest him, but my colleagues came on orders and took him away..."

Even Chang Yi himself didn't realize that he had absolutely no need to explain himself to a fox.

Under Lin Shu's gaze, he felt inexplicably guilty and even stammered, "Later, people from Magpie's Nest came to explain, saying it was, saying it was a family matter..."

Chang Yi's voice grew softer and softer.

He knew, of course, that the girls were forced into it, but as a constable who had just put on this uniform, he was completely powerless to change anything.

"Since it was a family matter at the time..."

Lin Shu's gaze was calm as she pressed her five fingers onto the constable's trembling hand and slowly shoved the long sword back into its sheath.

"That's a household matter now."

He casually patted the other person on the shoulder, stepped over Zhang Ci's corpse, and slowly strolled away into the distance.

"..."

Chang Yi was stunned for a long time, then suddenly turned around, gripped the scabbard tightly, and said angrily, "Hongyun Martial Arts School will never let this go. If you obediently come back with me for interrogation, you'll still have a chance to save your life!"

He stared intently at that thin, wiry figure.

But the other party didn't even bother to turn his head, his voice full of mockery: "Then there's no need for you to trouble yourself, sir."

Until Lin Shu's figure completely disappeared from sight.

Chang Yi took a couple of deep breaths and was surprised to find beads of sweat on his forehead.

"That old fox!"

He angrily flung his hand away; the other person, though young-looking, wasn't much older than him.

But you can tell at a glance that he's a veteran who's been in the Blackwater Gang for many years.

He was able to completely overpower him, the constable, with his imposing manner the entire time!

Chang Yi reluctantly withdrew his gaze. No matter how experienced he was, what use was it in the face of the hatred for the murder of his son? Those brutes in the martial arts school wouldn't waste his breath on you.

When the time comes, won't we still have to rely on him, the constable, to control the situation?

"Ugh."

Chang Yi was filled with anger but had nowhere to vent it. After thinking for a moment, he lowered his head and spat a mouthful of saliva at the corpse.

You beast, may you die a good death!