Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

For outsiders, the amount of Qi absorbed is an extremely crucial point.

After all, this means whether one can use more powerful immortal techniques in a battle, and how many times one can use them.

But for Lin Shu, this thing was even more important.

Others can simply replenish their spiritual energy when it runs out, but if you run out, you might die. So naturally, the more you save, the better.

"No matter what, at least a big problem has been solved."

Lin Shu slowly opened her eyes, feeling quite emotional.

It seems I'm still quite lucky.

A wisp of spiritual energy is equivalent to 30% of the previous white wolf mist.

Now that I have ten strands in my hand, I can replenish what I've consumed through breathing exercises.

At least we don't have to be so strapped for cash anymore.

Even if one were to unleash the full power of the Moon-Splitting Bone Hand, it could still be used seven or eight times.

That doesn't sound like a lot.

However, it should be noted that the Nether Moon Hand is a sixth-grade immortal technique, belonging to the middle third grade, and should be a technique used by cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining.

No wonder it almost cost him his life after just one use.

"..."

Lin Shu fiddled with the bad money, then looked down at her heart.

A strange glint flashed in his eyes.

This white wolf phantom seems rather unusual.

Even the mysterious items like the "Good Deeds and Evil Money" couldn't directly condense the Azure Bird Immortal Body; they only yielded an internal cultivation technique.

The white wolf phantom was actually parasitizing the body of a mortal man in his previous life.

Furthermore, the heart was removed, as if leaving it a nest.

Lin Shu didn't believe it wasn't done intentionally.

However, he was not in a hurry.

Anyway, now that we have a way to prolong life, there's still plenty of time. We'll eventually figure things out, find a way to repair the heart, and completely solve this problem.

"There's plenty of spiritual energy now, it all depends on your performance."

Perhaps it was because Qingniao was too heartless, but Lin Shu now found even this little bastard handsome.

Twenty merits were exchanged for an eighth-grade Qi Refining Immortal Technique, which only advanced to the minor completion stage.

That bastard swallowed eight evil coins and then spat out a sixth-grade immortal technique, which not only achieved minor success but also got a new name.

Look at the difference!

Lin Shu grabbed a handful of bad money and shoved it down cleanly.

As expected, it did not disappoint him.

The white wolf phantom remained as generous as ever.

With just five evil coins, the Moon-Splitting Bone Hand broke through to the Great Perfection stage. After it digested the tenth evil coin, the second notification popped up.

[Qi Refining Rank 6. Ghost Moon Bone-Splitting Hand: Perfected]

It was completed in one go from beginning to end, without any pauses.

The smooth operation surprised Lin Shu for a moment, but soon, that old feeling of irritation suddenly surged into her heart.

Moreover, their onslaught was so fierce that it was difficult to resist.

Lin Shu's eyes twitched, and her once clear black and white eyes gradually became bloodshot.

He suddenly extended his palm, and black mist hissed up from his fingertips, then spread out at a visible speed, coiling around his forearm like a venomous snake.

A ghostly light emanated from within, as if it wanted to tear everything in front of it apart.

Compared to when he slaughtered the disciples of Hongyun Martial Arts School, his power has more than doubled!

"Take it!"

Lin Shu gritted her teeth, and the veins on her forearm bulged.

He slowly curled his five fingers until he clenched his fist and extinguished the black mist between his fingers.

Such a subtle movement caused his forehead to be covered in beads of sweat.

The white wolf phantom is still devouring the ill-gotten gains.

Its originally snow-white fur is turning gray at a visible speed, and its body under the fur seems to have become much stronger. With the rise and fall of its muscles, it is exuding a murderous aura!

Fortunately, the Moon-Splitting Bone Hand technique did not continue to improve.

After it reached its full potential, it swallowed about eight or nine more evil coins, and the white wolf phantom actually spat out the second immortal technique.

[Qi Refining Stage 7. Radiant Moon Pupil Technique: Beginner]

It still had that overwhelming momentum, far exceeding the gradual improvement brought about by good deeds.

Of the twenty-nine bad coins, only ten remained, which were also instantly consumed.

In return, this seventh-grade immortal technique broke through three realms in one go!

[Seventh Grade Qi Refining. Radiant Moon Pupil Technique: Mastery]

Before Lin Shu could even react to what kind of technique this was, her mind was suddenly filled with a vast amount of information!

"Ho! Ho!"

His throat bobbed rapidly as he gasped for breath.

Exhausted, I slumped back in the chair, and the restlessness I had finally managed to suppress suddenly resurfaced!

Just then, Lin Shu heard the clear chirping of a sparrow.

The next moment, the spiritual energy within his body emitted waves of warmth, surging towards his mind.

"You son of a bitch...you want to play me to death, don't you?"

Lin Shu's tense nerves finally relaxed. He sat up slightly and stared at the sleeping white wolf phantom in his heart with a complicated expression.

From the sudden turn of events, he suddenly realized something.

The new spell is also named after the Moonlit Blaze, indicating that it belongs to the same system as the previous Claw Technique.

But that agitation originated from the Moonlit Bone-Splitting Hand, which might not be a divine technique inherent to the White Wolf.

In other words, the generous one might not be the white wolf... but rather the evil money.

"..."

Lin Shu remained silent for a long time, then smiled wryly.

It is true.

After all, killing is easy, doing good is difficult, and being a bad person is much easier than being a good person. The same principle should apply to immortal techniques.

Although I was somewhat wary of the inexplicable restlessness I had just felt.

However, Lin Shu cannot give up the rapidly growing ill-gotten gains for the time being.

To put it bluntly, in a place like Blackwater City, without the help of this evil magic, how could we have earned so much merit today?

After thinking for a moment, he slowly stood up, pushed open the door, and said irritably:

"It's been all night, where's the bathwater you boiled? Has it boiled dry?"

"..."

Downstairs, the girls looked at each other, none daring to speak, only able to steal glances at the gloomy-faced double-knife stone block at the top of the stairs.

Old Yang jumped up from the ground with a start, awkwardly scratching his messy hair: "I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll go burn it right now!"

He limped and jogged toward the backyard.

Walk to a secluded place.

Recalling Lin Shu's strong voice, Old Yang grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and threw away the kitchen knife in his hand with a silly smile.

It turns out last night was just an illusion.

that's nice!

……

It was evening.

West City, Hongyun Martial Arts School.

This place, which should have been the noisiest on the street, was deserted today.

Inside the lobby, the same "helping the weak and punishing the strong" motto still applied.

But only a handful of people remained in the room.

Everyone says that martial arts schools have money, power, and people, but in reality, they can't compare to those wealthy gentry in terms of money and power.

Although there were many people, most of them were there to learn the craft.

Those who, like Qin Yunhai and Zhao Peng, were willing to kill for the sake of their martial arts school were all the result of Zhang Zhongping's years of careful nurturing and training.

Ultimately, they are a minority within a minority.

After the nine disfigured corpses were brought into the main hall by the constables, most of the disciples made an excuse to go back, and would only return after the storm had passed.

The tragic deaths of my fellow students were one reason.

There is another reason... When the secret murder is exposed and made public for people to talk about, it means that Hongyun Martial Arts School has completely offended the Blackwater Gang.

Fox Lord... he's still a lord!

Zhang Zhongping sat beneath the calligraphy in a daze, his gaze wandering, unwilling to look down.

Because it was on the ground not far from his feet.

Neatly placed was Qin Yunhai's head, filled with terror and unable to close his eyes in death.

His most trusted disciple was dead, and his only son's coffin was placed in the middle.

In just one night, this great martial arts master seemed to have aged more than ten years.

He couldn't understand why his son, who was just a little playful, had suffered such a terrible fate, and why all his beloved disciples had also lost their lives.

Such cruel methods are used at the slightest conflict.

Blackwater Gang, you have such immense power and influence!

"Oh, what's going on?"

A mocking voice rang out, and a large, imposing figure slowly stepped into the martial arts hall.

"Are you here to laugh at me?" Zhang Zhongping glanced coldly at Tian Jingyuan, his eyes filled with resentment.

I spent so much money, only to receive false information.

What kind of peasants are these? Look at all these mangled corpses on the ground, the other party is clearly a cultivator!

"I know you resent your brother."

Tian Jingyuan walked to the table and sat down on his own. He was still picking at his nails, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "I was chatting with a few people in the hall today, and I heard some very good news about you."

"Some...good news about that fox."