Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

Chapter 64. Rising to Fame (Thanks to the guild leader, One Sword Opens the World)

"Lord Wolf————"

The vendor, covered in grease, collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way.

The old man, whose body was glowing with crimson light, lay nearby, his head tilted to the side, his face contorted into an incredibly eerie shape, his empty eyes staring straight at him.

Seeing this horrifying scene, he panicked and tried to get away, but he couldn't stand up. Instinctively, he moved his buttocks a little closer to Lin Shu.

The vendor breathed a sigh of relief, then instantly realized something was wrong.

"?"

His face stiffened slightly.

Why do I subconsciously feel safer staying next to a ferocious wolf?

You should know that this ferocious-looking cultivator was killed by Master Lin.

Greed Wolf's cruel methods had long been known throughout the streets and had become common knowledge.

Not to mention that he also sold some unclean food to Master Lin.

Thinking of this, the vendor sat on the ground, stunned, his eyes full of doubt.

Although he was a little scared, he didn't feel the same fear and tension he had when facing other Blackwater gang members, where his life could be taken away at any moment.

"Please get me a fresh bowl of soy milk and a plate of steamed buns."

Lin Shu sat leisurely at the low table.

Facing the blood-stained table and the corpse beside it, he actually intended to continue eating his breakfast.

The Zhao family courtyard is located at the intersection of Sifang Street.

This greedy wolf sat there quietly, without uttering a word, and used the simplest and most brutal method—the life of Xia Mingtang, this tiger—to declare the ownership of this place to the surrounding crowd!

Whether it's a blade of grass, a dog on the street, or a person in the yard.

No one can move unless he nods.

It doesn't matter who comes.

"Give me a plate too."

Yan Jin pulled over a clean small table and sat down as well.

She wasn't actually very hungry, but since she'd already come all this way, it would feel a bit awkward to do nothing.

Okay, actually, it was awkward enough!

Yan Jin recalled how she had given the bottle of Spirit Gathering Pills to her as a senior cultivator, saying things like, "I have no use for this item anymore."

The other person must have found it incredibly funny.

"...

—

Cheng Yi stood there, the tigers' clamor filling his ears.

He stared thoughtfully at the young man, while simultaneously sensing the anxious emotions of the White Tiger Hall members.

A moment later, the corners of this dragon crossing the river quietly lifted, and he smiled with a hint of amusement.

Greedy and arrogant enough!

I've wasted ten years here, and I'm really getting tired of it.

"What's all the noise about? I'm the third-in-command, not the first-in-command."

Cheng Yi stretched and glanced to the side, saying casually, "Since you've already started fighting, you can continue now. I'll still pretend I didn't see it."

"us----"

This statement silenced all the tigers.

Old Xia's death was truly bizarre, but the most important reason was that the man surnamed Lin seemed to have mastered some kind of magical technique that allowed him to ignore those strange eyes.

Such restraint is perhaps rare outside of this world.

However, in Blackwater City, the people lacked skills and resources.

Therefore, most cultivators can only devote their efforts to a single immortal technique.

It can only be said that Xia Mingtang was unlucky and happened to run into this situation.

They were all Qi Refining Realm cultivators. If they all rushed at it at once, they didn't think that Greedy Wolf would have much of a chance of winning.

But then again...

Who can guarantee that Lin Shu had the ability to take one or two lives with her before she died suddenly?

The tigers were already among the highest-ranking people in the city, yet they still spent their days pondering how to refine elixirs, simply because they were worried about their own lives.

Who would be willing to risk their life before their own interests are truly at stake?

"If that's what you mean, then we'll have no choice but to report this to the chief."

The crowd noticed the third leader's ambiguous attitude, and their expressions darkened, but they still refused to back down.

If that kid surnamed Lin survives, it's a small matter if the White Tiger Hall loses face; who will dare to spend their fortune on medicinal herbs in the future?

What if, like Xia Mingtang, the main medicinal ingredient is taken away, and a pot of "vegetable soup" is cooked up?

"Go."

Cheng Yi waved his hand, then turned and left, looking exhausted.

Before leaving Sifang Street, he glanced at the beautiful figure on the rooftop to his right, a hint of malice in his eyes.

That nosy, meddlesome woman.

"snort!"

Seeing that the dragon that had crossed the river had really left, the tigers looked dejected and had no choice but to set off towards Chenlong Hall in the north of the city.

This person, as the leader of the gang, doesn't even have this much responsibility. I wonder how much luck he relied on to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage!

No wonder they come from a humble background; the Cheng family only sells medicinal herbs, so how could they possibly raise anything of value?

The once bustling street suddenly became much quieter.

"What exactly is going on?"

Bai Feng stood there, somewhat at a loss.

Xia Mingtang, who arrived at Sifang Street with murderous intent, didn't even last a single exchange before dying at Lin Shu's hands.

Is this the same down-on-his-luck kid I saw in the dilapidated woodshed not long ago?!

Moreover, it's utterly absurd that these renowned tigers, though clearly filled with resentment, dared not attack, their minds preoccupied with how to file a complaint.

Bai Feng suppressed his turbulent emotions.

He hesitated before taking a step, intending to walk towards the two people at the stall.

But as soon as he lifted his toes, he remembered the tigers' backs as they headed north towards the city.

Even if the one surnamed Xia makes the first move.

However, given the cautious nature of Gang Leader Daoshanlong, he probably wouldn't like Lin Shu's arrogant style of doing things.

They will most likely choose to side with the White Tiger Hall, appease these tigers, and prevent the situation from escalating.

"Two lunatics!"

Bai Feng gritted his teeth, daring not to step into this muddy water.

He neither followed the tigers nor considered getting any closer to the two men, and turned away from Sifang Street alone.

On the stalls in the distance.

After eating and drinking to her heart's content, Lin Shu counted out about ten copper coins, thought for a moment, then took out another handful and threw them on the table: "Check, please."

Since someone gave me a bottle of Spirit Gathering Pills, it's only right that I treat them to breakfast.

As for Yan Jin's promise to take her away from Blackwater City—she doesn't even have a clue how to escape herself, so what's the point of talking about anything else?

But if the opportunity really comes, we must not forget about it.

"Well!"

The vendor rubbed his hands together, about to politely decline, when he suddenly froze.

He seemed to suddenly understand his previous doubts, why he felt so strange, and where that sense of security came from.

When paying the bill for a meal, once the money for filial piety has been received, it will not be taken again, even if the person who received the money was the previous ruthless wolf.

The other party was clearly the local tyrant of Sifang Street, yet inexplicably adhered to some rule that didn't even exist.

Moreover, after visiting Blackwater City several times, it seems that only Master Lin would take the "guarding" of the street seriously.

Even if a high-ranking monk came, he wouldn't be allowed to barge into the courtyard of an ordinary person.

This is hardly a ferocious wolf; even among a group of constables, it would be a breath of fresh air!

"I'm gone."

Lin Shu waved her hand, gave a casual greeting, and got up to head towards the dilapidated woodshed.

I rushed back from the southern suburbs last night, and didn't have time to properly appreciate the new things I'd just acquired.

Through his actions just now, he gradually came to understand just how mysterious this Filthy Moon Wolf Lord, nurtured by evil money, truly was.

"You're back!"

Inside the dilapidated courtyard, Yunniang quickly got up.

She had been wanting to talk to her benefactor, but he had been inexplicably busy lately.

Now that she finally had the chance, Yunniang felt guilty and quickly said, "I—"

"Go ahead and do your thing. I have something to do. We'll talk later."

Lin Shu interrupted the other person and slowly stepped into the side room.

Everyone has their own opportunities. Since you've encountered one, make the most of it and figure out how to turn your life around.

There's no need to feel so burdened, as if I'm taking advantage of someone.

Besides, that green aura belonged to Yu Sheng, not himself.

It's fine to exchange techniques, but let's skip the apologies and thanks; they're too much trouble.

"My benefactor—"

Yunniang stared blankly as the door closed.

The Sword Heart Manual that she copied down and placed on the windowsill has been taken away.

My benefactor must have known that the immortal energy within the courtyard had been stolen.

She wanted to explain that she hadn't meant it.

But the other party not only didn't get angry or blame him, but deliberately downplayed the matter.

Thinking of this, Yunniang lowered her eyes slightly and clenched her sleeves tightly.