Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

Extraction failed!

As expected, it happened again.

Jiang Chuan withdrew his hand from Qi Baye's corpse.

No accidents.

He had already figured out this rule back in the Origin Realm.

In the Origin Realm, the extraction of all things could only extract human talents.

Unlike monsters, attributes cannot be extracted from humans.

After committing the murder, he tried it countless times.

The panel will only ever provide this one line of answer.

It seems the same applies in this realm.

This seemingly omnipotent rule-level talent also appears to have some special limitations.

Jiang Chuan couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it.

Put your mind aside.

Jiang Chuan thoroughly searched Qi Baye's residence.

In the cupboard, under the mattress, in the broken earthenware pot in the corner.

They actually found quite a bit of silver.

There were loose silver coins, copper coins, and several banknotes that had been held for who knows how many years.

This money must have come from countless poor families who sold their children.

Jiang Chuan accepted everything without leaving a single copper coin.

With his original savings, he no longer had to worry about the tuition fees for the martial arts school.

Looting complete.

The three corpses were dragged to one place and piled on the woodpile.

He poured the lamp oil from the room onto the fire and set the room ablaze.

Jiang Chuan stood in the shadows.

Watching the flames rise and engulf the three corpses.

Flames licked the roof beams, crackling and popping.

The fire grew larger and larger, and the crackling sounds were mixed with the muffled thuds of breaking roof beams.

Before long, the neighbors were alerted.

"Fire! Fire!"

The gong sounded, and figures darted about.

Jiang Chuan retreated into the shadows, and the crowd of onlookers grew larger and larger.

But he was thinking about something else entirely.

After his repeated confirmation, it became clear that Master Qi was not lying.

But what if Wang Lie really is an inner disciple of Qingfeng Martial Arts School?

If he goes to the martial arts school to enroll, wouldn't that be like a lamb entering a tiger's den?

He has been working from dawn till dusk these past few days, and every penny he has saved is going towards the Qingfeng Martial Arts School.

Now this road has become a dead end.

But besides Qingfeng Martial Arts School, what other way could he access cultivation methods?

The world of the military commander was too far removed from him; in the original owner's memories, there was no other way to enter the martial arts world except through a martial arts school.

If all else fails, just keep hunting.

When one's Qi and blood reach a certain level, one may be able to forge one's own path.

Jiang Chuan couldn't come up with an answer.

The Wang family will probably find this place soon.

He can't stay any longer.

Until the three bodies were completely engulfed by flames.

He then turned and left.

The firelight was left far behind him.

On his way home, he did not return the way he came.

After navigating two alleys and turning down a small street, I finally climbed over the wall to get home.

The lights were on in the courtyard, and Liu Yue'e had already cooked the rice, filling the courtyard with its aroma.

Hearing the commotion, she came out to greet them, saying with some concern, "Xiao Chuan, why did it take you so long to come back today?"

"I took care of something on the way."

Jiang Chuan said casually, reaching out to put his arm around her slender waist.

Liu Yue'e blushed, but didn't struggle. She just said shyly, "Don't... we haven't eaten yet."

Jiang Chuan chuckled: "Then let's eat first."

……

Spring View Pavilion, the lanterns are just coming on.

Carriages and horses kept coming and going in front of the gate, and the sounds of string and wind instruments and toasts drifted out of the building, mixed with the scent of perfume.

Inside the main hall, wine glasses clinked and songs and dances filled the air.

In the lobby downstairs, a singer was performing a southern folk song, melodious and lingering.

In a private room on the third floor, Wang Lun was drinking with a dancer in his arms.

He was in his early twenties, with a sallow complexion, dark circles under his eyes, and so thin that his cheekbones protruded.

A brocade robe woven with gold thread was draped over his body, but it looked loose and empty, like he was hanging on a bamboo pole.

He exuded an air of emptiness, as if hollowed out by alcohol and women.

"Second Young Master, would you like another drink?"

"Drink, drink..."

There was a gentle knock on the door, and a burly man suddenly walked in.

He had a sinister look, large knuckles on his hands, and calluses between his fingers.

A pair of cold eyes swept over the dancers in the room.

It was Song Kun.

"Master Qi is dead."

Song Kun lowered his voice and glanced around.

Wang Lun's expression changed slightly.

He waved his hand, sending all the dancers out.

Explain yourself.

"They just died in their home," Song Kun said in a low voice. "And someone set fire to it to cover up the crime."

Wang Lun frowned and asked, "Who did this?"

"I don't know, but the killer used a knife."

"It's that guy again!?"

Wang Lun's face darkened: "That damned bastard, does he really think I can't do anything to him?!"

It started seven days ago.

The underlings who secretly helped the Wang family with their shady dealings began to be killed one after another.

Whether they were collecting debts, watching over the gambling den, or carrying out the actual work.

One by one, they were all gone.

Without exception.

They all died at the hands of a master swordsman.

Nowadays, everyone under his command is living in fear and no one dares to go out alone at night.

The Wang family also offered a reward of a thousand taels of silver to anyone who could provide clues about the swordsman.

But several days passed, and they couldn't find even a ghost.

"but……"

Song Kun was silent for a moment, somewhat hesitant, "Although the wounds of Master Qi and the others are also knife wounds, this person's knife skills are somewhat different from those of the previous murderer."

"I suspect that the perpetrators this time are two different people, the same expert from before."

"I don't care how many of them there are!"

Wang Lun said viciously, "Continue to intensify the search! Even if we have to dig up every inch of Zhang County, we must find that bastard!"

"Yes."

Song Kun nodded in agreement, then asked, "Should we inform the young master about this?"

"..."

Wang Lun immediately glared at him.

Song Kun, however, remained unfazed, meeting that gaze with an unchanged expression.

As a martial artist who had reached the rank of a certain level, he was hired by the Wang family at a high price to do things for the Wang family.

They do not completely obey Wang Lun in front of them.

Wang Lun also realized this, a flash of anger crossed his eyes, but he suppressed it before saying:

"Need not."

"The martial arts school just sent word the day before yesterday that he is at a crucial moment in his breakthrough and nothing should disturb him."

of course.

This is just an excuse.

In fact, Wang Lun has lived in the shadow of his brother ever since he was born.

He's not as smart as me.

His talent for cultivation is also inferior to his.

Therefore, he always wanted to do something to prove himself.

Song Kun did not answer immediately.

He remained silent.

That silence, filled with skepticism, made the sensitive Wang Lun feel as if he were being pricked by needles.

He knew very well that Song Kun, a martial artist who had reached the rank of entry-level, had never truly taken him seriously.

"Yes."

After a long pause, Song Kun finally nodded in agreement.

"Your subordinate takes his leave."

After saying that, he turned and left the room.

The door closed.

Wang Lun grabbed a wine glass from the table and smashed it on the ground.

"That bastard!!"

Snapped!

Porcelain shards scattered everywhere.

The dancers at the entrance were so frightened they didn't dare to breathe.

Wang Lun stared at the shards scattered on the floor, his chest heaving, and forced out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Get out of here, all of you!"