Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

The moment Lin Shu crossed the upper limit of thirty strands, he had already broken through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

With the completion of the inner method, this upper limit was suddenly raised to one hundred strands!

This dramatic increase is like widening a pond several times over, but without enough water to replenish it.

This caused his sense of weakness to suddenly increase.

Fortunately, good deeds not only enhance one's inner strength, but also draw upon the spiritual energy that roams freely in the world.

Thick white mist swept in, filling his dried-up spiritual pool.

Wisps of white vapor condensed rapidly until they reached a total of one hundred, at which point the changes gradually ceased.

"call!"

Lin Shu experienced the tremendous changes throughout her body, but she felt none of the fear and trepidation she felt when she deduced the evil law.

The warmth washed over his body, soothing his mind.

He exhaled a breath of air and surprisingly felt a little sleepy.

It wasn't due to fatigue, but rather because Lin Shu, since arriving in Blackwater City, had unusually relaxed her tense nerves and felt a sense of ease.

"So good..."

He closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and decided to savor the moment a little longer.

But as the last white jade coin disappeared, this sense of comfort was abruptly taken away, and one felt as if they had fallen from the clouds back to the ground.

"No way, buddy, I can accept that you're progressing slowly, but this is just too real!"

Lin Shu opened her eyes speechlessly, and couldn't help but mutter a few complaints to herself.

He sighed and silently began calculating his expenses.

To reach the sixth rank of a cultivation technique, it took about twenty evil coins and nearly fifty good coins, including the help of Yu Sheng's essence blood.

It is indeed much slower; the efficiency of black money is more than three times higher.

If the same ratio is applied, then to reach the upper three ranks of the inner method, at least three hundred or more white jade coins would be needed.

"Where are we going to find so many people who want to die?"

Lin Shu shook her head. If it were just about saving ordinary people, three hundred lives would definitely be considered a major event in Blackwater City.

But if it's to save cultivators, it might only take a few people to gather.

and many more……

Lin Shu suddenly realized something was wrong and slowly frowned.

He raised his palm and looked at the pile of ill-gotten money hanging in mid-air.

When did I start using price as a crude measure of a person's life?

After a long silence, Lin Shu was somewhat speechless.

If one's mind is controlled by external things, is he truly cultivating himself, or is he simply working for this pile of money?

Saving someone means wanting to save them; killing someone means believing they deserve to be killed.

Having already died once, if one still cannot act according to one's own will regarding good and evil, then one has truly lived two lives in vain.

Lin Shu composed herself and refocused her attention on her cultivation.

Although good deeds are a bit slow, they actually have additional benefits.

It can help you save money.

This saved us nearly a hundred Qi-boosting pills.

I would say that each has its own advantages.

"The lower three grades of internal cultivation methods, from the ninth grade to the seventh grade, if all are cultivated to perfection, will allow for the absorption of ten to thirty strands of qi respectively."

"Now it seems that if a perfected sixth-grade internal technique can increase the amount of qi to one hundred strands, wouldn't the highest-grade fourth-grade internal technique be able to absorb three hundred strands of qi?"

Even though they are both mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators, their upper and lower limits are quite different.

Lin Shu hesitated for a moment.

Based on the means I currently possess, I wouldn't dare say I could completely overwhelm them, even within the same realm.

Not to mention the group of cultivators in the White Tiger Hall who have the potential to reach the Foundation Establishment stage.

The strength is still not enough.

After thinking it over, he disregarded the risk that the white wolf phantom would awaken and pressed down all ninety-one bad coins.

Since we don't know when we'll wake up anyway, it doesn't matter if we feed them a few more times; at least the immortal techniques they receive are their own.

With nearly a hundred evil coins, he wanted to completely complete the immortal technique of burying bones and souls, and break through the barrier of the upper three ranks!

The black light is intense!

As the wolf cub was fed again, its body grew stronger and stronger, and its fur became dark and shiny, a far cry from its original snow-white appearance.

Black mist swirled among the hair, causing the body to gradually transform.

The painting of a lone wolf howling at the moon slowly unfolded, depicting a similarly cold mountain peak shrouded in black mist. The lone wolf's flesh had been corroded into a skeleton, and the bone claws scattered across the mountainside made it even more terrifying.

But this time, under the protection of the Spirit Sparrow Breathing Technique, Lin Shu actually managed to calm her mind.

There was only a slight feeling of restlessness.

He felt the immortal techniques in his mind gradually being completed, and the prompts that emerged also became more complete.

The lost skill points are now displayed again.

With dozens of black coins exerting their power simultaneously, they finally broke through the most difficult barrier in the Qi Refining stage!

[Qi Refining Stage 3. Burying Bones and Souls: Perfect]

As this immortal technique reached the upper three ranks, even with the terrifying efficiency of the evil money, making further progress became somewhat difficult.

Feeling hopeless about further improvement, Lin Shu looked at the ten or so bad coins she had left and threw them into another wolf fang.

He had already experienced the effects of the pupil technique.

Often, to defeat your opponent, you need to first understand what methods they are using.

Without the Crimson Moon Dharma Eye, Liu Zhen's method of splitting into three would have been enough to give Lin Shu a hard time.

Moreover, this eye technique itself also carries some destructive power.

It's still worth investing in.

Similar to the Ghost Moon Bone-Splitting Hand technique back then, after using about ten evil coins, the pupil technique successfully advanced by one rank.

[Qi Refining Stage 5. Crimson Moon Dharma Eye: Perfected]

Digest all the money earned through good deeds and bad deeds.

Lin Shu leaned back in her chair, her cultivation level having undergone a qualitative leap since she came to the gambling den.

Putting everything else aside, if he were to encounter Liu Zhen again, he was confident that he would be unable to even draw his knife.

It's impossible for him to be that weak after being killed.

But Lin Shu did not get up immediately; instead, she rubbed her brows with a slightly tired expression.

He continued to maintain that sickly appearance.

It was as if it was telling others.

Alas, I'm completely exhausted again.

……

It was morning.

Sifang Street has lost its nighttime tranquility and become noisy again.

For ordinary people, the time when both the vicious hunters and the ferocious wolves are resting is their best time.

Everything on the street seemed like a replica of yesterday.

The vendors continued to hawk their wares, and the servants, who had been busy for a long time, were able to rest for a while before sitting on the side of the street whispering to each other. The shopkeepers were still chatting and laughing as usual.

However, the content of their idle chatter has changed.

Almost everything revolves around that ferocious wolf from yesterday.

"I expect everything will remain the same."

The shopkeepers shook their heads. Liu's actions on the street yesterday, as well as his dealings with the Zhao family, seemed to be a warning to them.

They need to recognize who owns this street.

The wolf's response was so calm, even cowardly, that the answer to the matter became clear.

"I heard from my master that we should stay away from the streets these days," the servant at the gate clicked his tongue and lowered his voice. "That wolf couldn't get any food and is starving. I reckon it's going to eat someone now!"

If you can't get any meat, then you can only gnaw on bones.

A small, insignificant family with no connections is like a pig bone that has been gnawed on four or five times and is likely to be chewed into pieces.

"..."

Chang Yi, carrying his precious sword, helped a haggard and dazed pregnant woman as they carefully walked down the long street: "Sister-in-law, take it easy."

He overheard the discussions on the street, but couldn't offer any words of comfort to Lin Shu.

After all, in the eyes of these people, the Blackwater Gang represents violence and greed.

Who would believe that this Master Lin has only been a member of the Blackwater Gang for less than half a month, and has never even tasted the blood of ordinary people, yet he has already become a vicious wolf?

"Thanks."

The pregnant woman's voice was barely audible, and her face was pale and bloodless; she was clearly still immersed in the grief of watching her husband be beaten to death the day before.

She didn't plead with Xiao Chang any further; she knew how much effort this inexperienced constable had already put in to get her out of prison.

Revenge is something that has nothing to do with ordinary people.

"I..." Chang Yi's mouth was dry, his eyes filled with self-reproach and shame: "I will definitely clear the Zhao family's name!"

He knew about Zhao's sister-in-law's injustice, and now that Brother Zhao was dead, it seemed pointless for him to say any more words of comfort.

"It was something I ate but was not fortunate enough to enjoy. You are still young, don't be impulsive. The innocent will clear themselves. Our family doesn't need those empty titles..."

The pregnant woman gripped Chang Yi's arm tightly and whispered a reminder.

She didn't care about her husband's innocence; she only cared about his life. There was no need to put this good constable in danger for something so vague and uncertain.

As for her desire to avenge her husband, this young child could not satisfy her, and there were few people in Blackwater City who could either.

Perhaps only the heavens can grant it?

Thinking of this, the pregnant woman looked up blankly, her pupils dilating rapidly.

boom!

Accompanied by an extremely strong, fishy stench, a heavy figure fell straight down from the second floor.

It crashed down not far in front of the two of them, kicking up clouds of dust.

Blood plasma, not yet completely dried, splattered on the ground.

This made the corpse, with only half a body of flesh remaining and internal organs visible through the stark white bones, look even more grotesque!

The entire long street fell silent, stretching from near to far, until it was completely still.

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to look at them.

The dead man's face had been torn apart, making it impossible to discern his features.

But the constable's uniform he was wearing, and the purple dragon on his tattered clothes, looked incredibly familiar.

Whether it was the shopkeeper or the street vendor, their faces were quickly filled with terror, and their limbs began to tremble like leaves.

The one who died was... Liu Zhen!

"ah--"

A deafening scream echoed through the street as an account book fell straight down from the sky, hitting Chang Yi squarely.

He stopped his instinctive action of drawing his sword and flipped through two pages with a puzzled look.

Wait until you can see the words on it clearly.

Chang Yi's expression changed drastically. He suddenly looked up at the building, but unfortunately, he couldn't spot anyone. So he quickly looked around.

When everyone was gripped by panic, a figure who remained silent stood out starkly.

On an inconspicuous street corner stall in the distance.

The handsome young man had been sitting at the low table for a long time.

A bowl of steaming soy milk sat before him as he slowly tore apart a crispy fried dough stick in his hand.

After removing a few traces of oil from the fingertips, the hands were fair and clean, like those of a frail scholar who never lifted a finger.

Chang Yi stared intently at those hands.

Then he lowered his head and looked at the hideous and terrifying mangled corpse at his feet, his eyelids twitching rapidly as if in spasm!