Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest

Chapter 16: Chapter 16 Unexpected Fortune and the Truth

Wang Chen never imagined.

One day he would personally end a living person’s life.

This was no chicken, duck, fish, or any other small animal.

What he had killed.

Was a living, breathing human being!

The place where Wang Chen was born and grew up in his previous life was one of the safest countries in the world.

His family was harmonious, life was happy, and none of his relatives or friends had ever encountered any unexpected disasters.

Murder was a word he only saw in the news.

However, looking at the corpse lying on the ground before him.

Aside from feeling a bit nauseated, Wang Chen felt no guilt or fear from his first kill.

Even if last night’s scenario were to repeat a thousand times, he would strike with the Geng Metal Finger without hesitation.

With the sky not yet bright, Wang Chen quickly closed his room door.

The gate of the courtyard outside was shut.

The intruder had clearly scaled the wall to sneak in.

What Wang Chen couldn’t figure out was.

Neither he nor the original host had any life-threatening grudges with anyone.

Why would someone want his life?

After securing the room door, Wang Chen took out a match and lit the oil lamp on the table.

Under the orange glow of the light, he squatted down and turned the corpse over.

The intruder’s face was completely distorted, making it look especially odd and ugly.

The eyes were almost bulging out of the sockets, and the dilated pupils still retained a look of astonishment.

Wang Chen tried hard to recall.

But no matter how much he searched his memory, he couldn’t remember where he had seen this person before.

But he didn’t dwell on this question.

The most urgent task was to quickly dispose of the body, to prevent others from discovering it.

It never crossed Wang Chen’s mind to report this matter to the sect.

In the memory of the original host, the Punishment Hall of the Outer Sect of the Yunyang Sect was like a hall of Yama.

One would come out skinned even without any trouble.

For someone like him, a low-tier cultivator of the Outer Sect, others would find it all too easy to handle him.

Not to mention, the spoils of battle would definitely not be kept!

Wang Chen’s hand had already reached the Storage Bag tied to the waist of the corpse.

This was his first time looting a body.

And his heartbeat had sped up quite a bit!

The Storage Bag was easily removed.

When Wang Chen tried to inject mana to open the Storage Bag.

He immediately received a big surprise!

Firstly, the volume of this Storage Bag was actually a full ten feet square.

A Storage Bag is an essential magic artifact for cultivators.

Basically, everyone has one.

But the value of Storage Bags can differ as much as heaven and earth.

Wang Chen’s own Storage Bag was only three feet square in volume and was second-hand goods.

It was already low on durability after using it to this point.

But the Storage Bag he had just acquired not only had a much larger volume, but its condition was also very new.

Its value was at least a hundred Low Spirit Stones!

The Storage Bag itself was worth more than all of Wang Chen’s current savings.

Indeed, without unearned wealth, one does not get rich!

Then, he took out three White Jade Vases, a long sword, a Crane-shaped Pot, and a stack of Talismans from the Storage Bag!

Strangely, there was not a single Spirit Stone inside.

This included Fragmented Spirit Stones as well.

Wang Chen picked up the long sword, which flashed with a cold light, and played with it for a while.

This sword was obviously a Magic Sword.

Not a Flying Sword.

Magic Swords are the melee weapons of cultivators, and their size and shape are very different compared to Flying Swords.

Of course, their values are also worlds apart.

If Magic Swords are compared to cars that run on the ground, then Flying Swords are akin to jet planes.

The father of the original host, Wang Shaoyuan, had entered Taoism through martial skills and had once taught young Wang Chen hand-to-hand combat and swordsmanship.

Even though these were all mortal skills.

But for the lower-tier cultivators, it still held considerable practical value.

Only after Wang Shaoyuan’s accident,

the original owner became an Outer Sect Spiritual Plant Farmer, toiling daily in the cultivation of Spirit Fields.

Plus his routine Qi Cultivation exercises,

he had long since abandoned these mortal martial arts.

Otherwise, if he had diligently trained, the physique he left for Wang Chen wouldn’t have been a mere 4 points.

For Wang Chen to improve his Physique, picking up martial arts again was a good choice indeed.

Pity that mortal martial arts didn’t show up on the Immortal Cultivation panel.

Otherwise, adding points there would be very exhilarating, too.

Putting away the long sword, Wang Chen subsequently inspected the three White Jade Vases.

He recognized that two of the vases contained Qi Recovery Pills and Healing Pills, respectively,

with about five or six pills each.

In the third vase, however, there was powdered medicine.

It emanated a strange scent, not seeming like anything beneficial.

Wang Chen set it aside for now, picking up the Talismans to examine.

For a cultivator, identifying common Talismans and Pills is part of the most basic cultivation knowledge.

This stack of seven Talismans was familiar to Wang Chen.

Two Evil-Repelling Talismans, two Amulets, one Armor and Horse Talisman, one Dust-Smoke Talisman, and one Rebirth Talisman!

Qi Recovery and Healing Pills, a sharp Magic Sword, strange powdered medicine, plus such a stack of Talismans.

Wang Chen faintly felt that he was discovering the truth.

He then picked up the last Crane-shaped Pot.

The palm-sized Bronze Pot had an antique and elegant design, with a curved and slender neck, the crane’s beak sharp and concealing the spout.

The crane tail on the handle turned upwards, revealing a small hole the size of a pinkie finger.

Wang Chen wiped the handle with his sleeve, then gently blew into the crane’s tail.

A wisp of faint smoke immediately sprayed out from the crane’s beak in front.

It dissipated in an instant.

Wang Chen smelled a sweet fragrance and suddenly felt dizzy.

He immediately held his breath and waved his sleeves back and forth in front of him.

What potent Bewildering Smoke!

Wang Chen weighed the Crane-shaped Pot in his hand, as a tide of memories swelled in his mind.

At twelve years old, his father, Wang Shaoyuan, seemed to have some premonition before the incident.

He spent a lot of time instilling cultivation knowledge into the original owner,

as well as Martial World experience.

But since the original owner was rather dull and hardly understood anything, he remembered a lot but didn’t think it was useful.

Now, these dusty memories,

all became Wang Chen’s experiences.

He inferred that this Crane-shaped Pot was probably the Enchanting Fairy Pot that Wang Shaoyuan had mentioned.

It was said that even high-level Qi Cultivators, if unguarded, could be bewitched by the Bewildering Smoke inside the Enchanting Fairy Pot!

This was a tool commonly used by Evil Cultivators.

Wang Chen recalled last night’s experience, feeling extremely fortunate.

No wonder he had been powerless and at the mercy of others after being affected.

If it weren’t for Bai’s timely rescue, he’d probably have already died in the Netherworld, turned into a vengeful spirit by now!

Where’s Bai?

Wang Chen looked around but couldn’t find any trace of the large white rat.

He had no idea where it had gone.

After taking stock of the loot in his Storage Bag, Wang Chen turned his attention back to the corpse on the ground.

He suddenly noticed something was off.

The corpse’s facial skin had entirely wrinkled up, twisted to the point of being unrecognizable.

And the skin on the forehead had been split into two parts.

One part was sticking up high!

A thought struck Wang Chen, and he bent down to gently pull at the top piece of facial skin.

To his surprise, it turned out to be a thin membrane, as delicate as a cicada’s wing.

A human skin mask?

Wang Chen was slightly stunned.

What surprised him even more was the corpse’s true identity, now revealed.

It was none other than the Traveling Merchant who had traded with Wang Chen.

The truth had been unveiled!

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