Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

The sky is dimly bright.

Within the angle between two high bluestone walls, the dilapidated courtyard stands out somewhat conspicuously.

The old gatekeeper next door tiptoed out, carrying a wooden bucket, and arrived at the gate of the woodshed.

He grimaced and rubbed his lower abdomen, clearly still in considerable pain, cursing under his breath as he reached out to throw all the filth from the bucket onto the door.

"I'll teach you to cheat on me! And you dare hit me!"

Neighborhood revenge may not result in death, but it's guaranteed to be disgusting.

Especially for orphans and widows without sons, who have no one to stand up for them, coming here several times a day like this, they won't be able to stay on the street for long.

Wow!

The old man had just raised his hand when he was grabbed by the back of his neck like a little chick.

Instead of being splashed out, the excrement and urine in the bucket splattered all over him.

"Let go of me!"

The old man's slightly yellowed beard trembled violently as he abruptly turned around to look.

What came into view was a fair-skinned, smiling, handsome face.

His pupils constricted as if he had seen a demon, his hands trembled, and he almost dropped the wooden bucket in his hands.

Just looking at that familiar face made the doorman's lower abdomen ache again.

"Fox, Lord Fox... I was bewitched! Please spare my life!"

This time, however, he didn't dare to shout any more. Instead, his legs went weak, and as Lin Shu let go, he knelt down on the ground with a thud.

The news spread throughout the neighborhood that the adulterer who had taken advantage of the young widow was a member of the Blackwater Gang, and that he had killed three people without being caught.

The courtyard gate creaked open.

Hearing the noise outside the door, Yunniang came to check.

She immediately saw through the old doorman's scheme, but instead of getting angry, she looked at the young man with some surprise, clearly not expecting him to return so quickly.

"Thank you, Lord Lin. Please come in."

"..."

After a long day, Lin Shu had no interest in scaring the old man anymore.

He dusted off his sleeves and strode into the courtyard.

Compared to Fox Lord, Lin Shu prefers the way the young widow calls her "Sir".

It sounds like they've been exonerated.

"I've already wiped this cloak clean, just waiting for you to come back and pick it up." Yunniang took out the neatly folded white woolen cloak from inside the house.

"I need to wash this too, and please prepare another clean set for me."

Lin Shu stretched and stepped straight into the side room.

He walked around giving instructions as if it were his own backyard.

Yunniang followed behind, nodding obediently, "Okay."

She never seemed to care about the gossip.

As a result, a strange harmony formed between the two.

One was impolite, the other didn't argue; they didn't seem like they had just met.

"Oh, and prepare some more good meat, I'll eat it when I wake up."

Lin Shu took off her shirt and threw a piece of silver on the table.

Having money in your pocket makes you speak with confidence.

"..."

Yunniang held the clothes in her arms, looked at the dried bloodstains on them, and then glanced at the broken silver.

A hint of sadness appeared in her eyes.

The city beneath our feet, just like the black water in its name, is surging and rapidly corrupting everyone.

"Ugh."

Yunniang sighed inwardly. Although she had expected it, she still didn't expect that her benefactor would adapt to the Blackwater Gang's identity so quickly.

It took only one night to blend into the fox pack.

"You should rest now, I'll go prepare."

"Go."

After the young widow left the house, Lin Shu lazily lay down on the bed.

Perhaps the more one is mired in mud, the more one longs for cleanliness.

He has always kept his work and life very separate.

Although the firewood courtyard was a bit dilapidated and the bed boards were a little uncomfortable, lying in such a place gave Lin Shu a sense of security.

He closed his eyes, intending to go over the immortal techniques in his mind a few more times before going to sleep.

After all, this was his only means of self-defense when facing those cultivators and martial artists.

Lin Shu's breathing gradually stabilized.

The image of a lone wolf gradually came to mind.

It has a robust build, smooth silver-white fur, and sits atop a solitary peak.

The next moment, a full moon, obscuring the sky, rose from below the mountain peak. It was dark and emitted a rumbling roar until it illuminated the white wolf in the center.

"What happened?"

Lin Shu had already sensed the sharpness of the moon wheel, but lacked the smooth, natural flow of the situation.

There was an incongruous aura that constantly affected the operation of the immortal magic.

At this moment, the white wolf suddenly turned its head, and its nose twitched slightly.

Lin Shu followed suit and did the same thing.

With the added benefit of the fog covering him, he finally managed to detect the troublesome aura!

"What is that?!"

The Moonlit Night and the White Wolf both collapsed.

Lin Shu suddenly stood up and grabbed at it, unwilling to let the aura escape.

Two wisps of green energy landed in his palm.

[Half-Immortal, Immortal Body Not Yet Formed]

Lin Shu stared blankly at the prompt in front of her, then quickly realized what had happened.

A look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

The immortal treasure that I had just discussed with Lao Yang had inexplicably come into contact with?

The glimmer of light captured was not enough to make this immortal manifest.

"Not this...and not this either."

Lin Shu grabbed whatever was around her, from the pillow to the blanket, and even peeked under the bed.

The young widow's house was practically bare, with hardly any belongings; you could see everything at a glance, and there was absolutely no trace of the aura from before.

He sat back on the bed, closed his eyes, and prepared to search again.

I don't know how much time passed.

Sweat beaded on Lin Shu's forehead. He opened his palm, and a wisp of blue aura appeared in his palm.

He silently looked out the window.

Those scattered, drifting auras filled the entire courtyard, with no center of gravity to be discerned.

simply put.

If there truly is a treasure left behind by immortals, then it can only be found in this dilapidated woodshed.

Lin Shu withdrew her gaze, pondered for a moment, and slowly took out two jade coins.

Who says you can't feed someone who doesn't have a mouth?

He decisively pressed the jade coin in his hand into the three wisps of green energy.

[Having consumed two scrolls of good deeds, the immortal body has not yet been formed.]

The azure energy tangled together, and two wisps of it gradually unfurled, transforming into a pair of blurry wings before ceasing their transformation.

Chicken wings can become immortal?

Lin Shu suddenly felt a little hungry.

Although he couldn't fully materialize the immortal being, at least his good deeds had come in handy.

I don't need to put all my hopes on that puppy.

Feeding two spirits together greatly increases the probability of them expelling inner magic.

Besides, this dilapidated woodyard won't run away, so there's no need to worry too much.

"Have you bought the food?"

Lin Shu walked out of the house, looked up at the sky, and saw that it was already afternoon.

"I've put them all on the table for you."

Yunniang squatted on the ground, vigorously scrubbing the clothes in the basin.

This pose accentuated the fuller curves of her already voluptuous figure.

Seeing Lin Shu come out, the young widow smoothed her hair and said respectfully, "There are also clean clothes, which are placed on the stool next to me."

"good."

Lin Shu walked to a small table in the courtyard and sat down. On the table was hot braised meat and a small pot of yellow wine.

There was a pile of copper coins next to it, with a note underneath, detailing the prices of the wine and meat.

He glanced at the delicate handwriting, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat heartily.

Lin Shu chewed on the braised meat, then took a swig of wine, and asked casually, "Are you selling this courtyard?"

"Um?"

Yunniang seemed not to understand the probing in his words. She looked up and then smiled shyly, "I am not qualified to sell this courtyard, but Lord Lin saved us. You can stay as long as you want."

"..."

Lin Shu remained calm, but a strange glint flashed in her eyes.

The night Liu San died, he felt that the young widow was acting strangely, and coupled with the ethereal aura in the courtyard, it was hard not to overthink things.

Fine, as long as it doesn't affect my ability to obtain that azure energy, the rest is none of my business.

"Alright, consider the rest of the money as rent."

After quickly finishing the food and drinks, Lin Shu put down her chopsticks and got up.

He put on the clean clothes and strode out of the courtyard gate.

It took too much time to capture the aura of the immortals; it's getting a bit late.

One night has passed.

Hongyun Martial Arts School should probably make a move soon.