Chapter 18: The Right Way to Use Cheats
Chapter 18: The Right Way to Use Cheats
"An ancient cultivator's cave?"
After listening to Zhao Xuhe's proposal, Lv Yang shook his head. "Senior Brother, your invitation is generous, but my cultivation skills are still lacking. I'd prefer to focus solely on my training for now."
"Oh?" Zhao Xuhe narrowed his eyes. "Does my junior brother distrust me?"
"Senior Brother misunderstands", Lv Yang replied earnestly. "I simply haven't mastered any techniques yet. Without combat abilities, I'd only slow you down."
His reasoning sounded reasonable. After all, he'd barely entered the sect before starting his shady business with Soul-Stealing Yin Puppets, even pawning the Scriptorium's cultivation technique loans as collateral—a fact Zhao Xuhe knew well.
"Fine then", Zhao Xuhe said coldly, his expression hardening.
Inside, fury brewed. He'd lost everything down to his last pair of pants, yet Lv Yang had profited handsomely and withdrawn early. How could he accept this? Worse still, those contribution points Lv Yang earned were originally borrowed from him! By Zhao Xuhe's logic, every coin should have been his.
"Let it be—for now", he thought bitterly. "You think you're safe holed up in your cave, cultivating peacefully? Once I settle matters at Coiling Dragon Isle, I'll sneak into your cultivation chamber at night and end you. Those points will be mine soon enough!"
As Lv Yang left Zhao Xuhe's cave and strode confidently toward the Scriptorium, he smirked. He'd already predicted Zhao's intentions—but felt no anxiety. These past few days hadn't been wasted.
While others scrambled to trade Soul-Stealing Yin Puppets, he'd locked himself away, buying massive quantities of spirit pills to break through cultivation stages. Reaching Refining Qi Layer 6—the late mid-stage—was effortless with money and medicine. The purification elixir he'd purchased with his 10,000 contribution points had even cured his congenital venereal ailment.
Indeed, poverty remained the deadliest illness. His previous life's death from that disease had stemmed purely from destitution.
As for breaking through the mid-stage bottleneck, attempts with primordial qi failed utterly—clearly, Liu Xin had swindled more than just him.
As for claiming he lacked combat techniques? Pure deception. Last life, he'd ambushed Zhao Xuhe through formations while the man was exhausted. This time, he could flee even in a direct confrontation.
"Senior Brother Wang, greetings!"
At the Scriptorium entrance, Lv Yang cheerfully offered a gourd of wine. "Premium Drunk Blossom Brew—specially reserved for you!"
"You again", Wang Borong grumbled, though his aged face twitched with amusement. "That brew costs fifty points per gourd! You've certainly struck gold."
This life, Lv Yang had prioritized building rapport. Initially dismissive, Wang's attitude warmed after Lv Yang advised him to sell his Soul-Stealing Yin Puppet stockpiles before the market crashed—a move that saved Wang from ruin.
"Alas, I've lived decades yet see less clearly than you", Wang sighed. "Had you not opened my eyes, I'd surely have perished in madness."
"Nonsense, Senior Brother!" Lv Yang countered. "They say a family's elder is a treasure. You've survived decades in the Holy Sect—surely you possess rare wisdom. As the Scriptorium's senior, perhaps you might guide me in techniques?"
Though recognizing the flattery, Wang couldn't suppress a smug smile. Soon, they sat sharing drinks.
"Youngster", Wang finally asked, "what exactly do you want?"
Lv Yang poured another cup. "Surely you're not buying rumors that I'm your destined disciple?"
"Of course not", Lv Yang laughed. "But the Holy Sect's recent crackdown—timing the market crash perfectly—reeks of conspiracy. Their elders must have colluded!"
As Wang drank deeper, his complaints grew louder.
"Those bastards!" he roared. "Just when prices peaked, they crushed the market! Someone high up planned this!"
Lv Yang nodded along until Wang's speech slurred. Then he leaned close. "Senior Brother, I seek a powerful cultivation technique. Any recommendations?"
"I knew it!" Wang chuckled. "You're lucky—this Scriptorium holds three techniques with true might. But each carries dire side effects."
"Such as?"
"One, the Heavenly Demon Blood Transformation Ray—sacrificing oneself to empower artifacts. It shortens life and ends cultivation forever. Another severs one's spiritual roots to unleash temporary power. The third..."
Wang's voice dropped. "It drives the user mad, turning them into a beast."
Yet instead of recoiling, Lv Yang's eyes gleamed.
"Perfect!" he whispered. "What better use for this life than a technique that ends it? I've found the true purpose of the Ten Thousand Lives Scroll!"
(End of Chapter)
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