Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the past ten days, Xiahe County has experienced several autumn rains, and the weather has turned cool. The damp, musty smell seems to seep into one's very bones.

Chen Ping did not practice the boxing routine step by step, starting from the first move, as he had done ten days ago.

He was walking slowly around the old elm pillar that had been dented and battered.

Sudden.

Chen Ping paused, but instead of adopting the starting stance, he twisted his waist sharply and directly assumed the seventh move of "Crushing Stone Force": Horizontal Blocking and Crushing Strike.

"collapse!"

A crisp sound.

The fist slammed into the pillar like a hammer, sending down a cloud of dust.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Ping continued moving, using the force of the recoil to smoothly enter the twelfth move: Rock Collapse and Jade Split.

Another dull thud that made your teeth ache.

Ten days ago, he had to complete the first six moves before he could do the seventh move, and the first eleven moves before he could do the twelfth move.

At that time, he was like a puppet being led by a rope, only able to follow along.

Chen Ping withdrew his fist, slowly exhaled a breath of white air, and glanced at the panel in front of him.

[Martial Arts: Crushing Stone Force] [Progress: Minor Success 1/500]

It consists of only two simple lines of text.

But in Chen Ping's mind, the twelve-piece long scroll that was originally connected had now been cut into twelve separate cards.

"So this is what a minor achievement is."

Chen Ping looked at his fist and realized the truth.

The first step is memorization; you have to memorize the entire article from beginning to end.

Xiao Cheng is an application; you can use whichever sentence you want.

Now, he can disassemble these twelve forms at will.

These twelve moves are already imprinted in his mind. In actual combat, he will naturally use these twelve moves in the most suitable way.

"If it were me now, and I were to fight my past self from ten days ago, I could kill him in no more than three moves."

Chen Ping withdrew his gaze and looked calmly at the elm pillar that had cracked inside.

In this cannibalistic world, he gained another means of survival.

Just then.

Chen Ping's ears twitched slightly, and he heard a very faint prying sound coming from the back door.

Someone is coming.

Chen Ping blew out the candle, and with a flash, he silently disappeared into the darkness.

A moment later, a figure, soaking wet and disheveled, scurried into the back room.

It's a woman.

Although she was soaked to the bone, her hair was disheveled and stuck to her face, and she looked extremely disheveled, her plain white cheongsam, though covered in mud and water, still showed that it was made of high-quality material and outlined her voluptuous figure.

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes.

He didn't know this woman.

After the woman entered the house, she looked around in a panic. After confirming that no one was around, she went straight to the unclaimed grave in the corner and pulled out a cloth bag from it with trembling hands.

Upon opening it, it revealed half a jade pendant.

The woman trembled with excitement, clutching the cloth bag tightly in her hand, and turned to leave.

"You think you can just take the stuff and leave?"

In the darkness, a calm voice sounded behind her.

The woman was about to scream in fright when Chen Ping covered her mouth from behind and shoved her down next to the offering table.

The dagger in Chen Ping's hand was coldly pressed against her carotid artery. With his other hand, he snatched the cloth bag, picked out the half of the jade pendant, and smelled it.

"It smelled strongly of corpses and earthy odors."

Chen Ping stared at the woman with icy eyes, his voice low and deep:

"This was just pulled out of a corpse's stomach? You dare steal things from a corpse in the mortuary?"

"No... I didn't steal it! It's mine!"

Feeling the cold blade against her neck, Liu Niang trembled with fear, tears streaming down her face.

"This was left to me by my master... He told me to sell it, get the money, and run away..."

"Your master?" Chen Ping narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"

"I am Liu Niang... the former concubine of the manager of this mortuary..."

The woman broke down in tears, her voice barely audible and filled with fear:

"The master didn't die of a sudden illness, he was beaten to death! He was beaten to death by that pockmarked man... that pockmarked fellow!"

"Master Ma was dishonest within the gang, hiding stolen goods inside the corpses of refugees... That day, the master went to collect the bodies and accidentally discovered this jade pendant. Thinking it was valuable, he secretly hid it..."

Chen Ping understood.

This is a classic case of double-crossing, but instead of succeeding, the victim lost his life.

"Since you've already hidden yourself, why come back?" Chen Ping asked.

"When the master died, I escaped by hiding in the cellar. I haven't dared to show my face these past few days, afraid that pockmarked man will kill me to silence me..." Liu Niang said, trembling. "Tonight, the White Gang is having a victory celebration banquet. I thought... I thought that pockmarked man would definitely be drinking and wouldn't come to such an unlucky place, so I thought I'd come back to grab my things and run away..."

As she spoke, she desperately shoved the cloth bag in her hand into Chen Ping's arms:

"Brother, you can have it all! This jade pendant is a curse, I don't want it anymore! Please let me go! As long as I leave this door, I promise I won't utter a single word!"

Chen Ping looked at the cloth bag in his hand, then glanced at the direction of the gate, his expression becoming even calmer.

"A victory celebration, huh... You certainly know how to pick your timing."

"Unfortunately, you lost your bet."

Liu Niang was stunned: "Wh...what?"

"That pockmarked guy didn't go drinking." Chen Ping's voice was extremely rational and calm. "He's greedier and cares more about this jade pendant than you think."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Bang!!!"

The heavy gate of the mortuary was kicked open.

The wind whipped up rain, and a strong stench of alcohol hit the air.

A pockmarked leader with a flushed face and carrying a thick-backed machete staggered in with three White Gang members.

He didn't go to the banquet. He had been dreaming about that jade pendant for the past few days, and he couldn't even enjoy drinking. He took advantage of his drunken state to retrieve it.

When his gaze swept across the hall and landed on Liu Niang, his drunken, hazy eyes instantly turned ferocious.

"Wow! So that's where it was all!"

The pockmarked leader grinned maliciously, pointing his knife at Chen Ping:

"I knew I couldn't find her! Turns out it was you who hid this slut!"

"This half of the 'Blood-Infiltrated Jade' is mine! You two scoundrels, you dare touch my stuff? You'll both die tonight!"

"Brothers! Block the door!"

Several White Gang members immediately drew their swords and scattered, blocking the way.

Chen Ping looked at the menacing-looking group, slowly bent down, pulled a dagger from his boot, and gripped it in his other hand.

"Aren't you going to listen to an explanation?" Chen Ping asked calmly.

"Explain? Go explain to King Yama in the underworld!"

The pockmarked leader roared, the alcohol taking effect, and pounced on them.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

This powerful strike, accompanied by a whistling sound, aimed straight at Chen Ping's face.

Just as the blade was about to strike, Chen Ping shifted his feet slightly, and his body, like a falling leaf, slid into the blade by the narrowest of margins.

She embraced him.

They were very close.

Without hesitation, he instantly unleashed the ninth move of the Crushing Stone Force: Mountain-Pulling Elbow.

This was originally a move in the boxing manual used to break through defenses at close range, but Chen Ping has now broken it down into a separate technique.

Chen Ping's right elbow, like a battering sledgehammer, followed the deep-seated force and slammed into the pockmarked leader's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

This blow was solid and effective.

A bulge suddenly appeared on the back of the pockmarked leader, and the clothes on his chest ripped open instantly.

He couldn't even let out a scream.

"puff--"

The pockmarked leader coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs, and like a kite with a broken string, he flew backward three meters away, crashing heavily into a coffin.

With a crack, the coffin lid was smashed open.

The pockmarked leader slid down limply, his triangular eyes staring wide-eyed, filled with unbelievable terror.

The entire mortuary fell into a deathly silence.

The three thugs who were originally preparing to rush up and finish off the attackers were now like ducks with their necks being choked, frozen in place with their knives in hand, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

They hadn't even realized what was happening.

Chen Ping did not stop. The moment the pockmarked leader landed, Chen Ping pounced on him like a gust of wind.

He walked expressionlessly to the body that was still twitching slightly, raised the dagger in his hand high, and then brought it down without hesitation.

puff!

The dagger pierced precisely into the pockmarked leader's right eye socket, disappearing all the way to the hilt.

This is not enough.

Chen Ping twisted his wrist forcefully.

His body, which had been convulsing, suddenly stiffened and then went completely limp.

After confirming that the other party was beyond dead, Chen Ping pulled out his dagger and casually wiped the blood and brain matter off the pockmarked leader's clothes.

He performed this series of actions with a focused and serious expression, as if he were handling an ordinary corpse.

After dealing with all of this, Chen Ping slowly turned around and looked at the three thugs who were already pale with fright.

His eyes were eerily calm, as if he had just swatted a fly.

"Next."

Chen Ping's voice sounded exceptionally clear in the rainy night:

"It's your turn."