Starting with Mingyu Gong, the Soul-Chasing and Life-Stealing Technique

Murong Qing murmured softly. Lu Chen had been completely transformed and was no longer afraid of being "forced into a man and taken advantage of" by this woman, but his heart was still pounding.

Because he had lost his sense of crisis at that moment, and seeing that the woman was as white as jade, he couldn't help but walk over.

The woman's expression was very gentle, but her lips were flat, and her pale face gave her a contradictory feeling of indifference, yet also evoked pity.

Lu Chen thought to himself, "Damn it, you took advantage of me just now, and I didn't get to enjoy anything. Now, looking at you, I didn't really lose out!"

His gaze immediately scanned her entire body. Even with his extensive experience, Lu Chen had to admit that the size of her two prominent breasts was quite astonishing, yet they did not disrupt her overall proportions.

This woman was at least 1.7 meters tall, and her waist-to-hip ratio was absolutely top-notch.

Just as Lu Chen was engrossed in admiring the scene, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body. Turning around, he saw that the woman's eyes were fixed on him.

Those were unfathomable eyes, large and bright, yet upon closer inspection, they held a coldness and sharpness he had never seen before.

This is a kind of alienation and hatred.

Lu Chen had seen it before; it was the look of looking at trash.

However, there was also an undisguised look in his eyes that seemed to want to kill him.

Lu Chen felt he had guessed correctly; if this woman hadn't actually killed someone, she would never have such a terrifying look in her eyes.

Lu Chen remained silent.

He understands.

Women consider their bodies to be the most precious thing.

Even prostitutes.

Therefore, Lu Chen understood the woman's reaction, so he kept his eyes fixed on her.

Murong Qing was the same, staring at him without blinking. Her heart was churning, and she felt as if she were dreaming.

Why wasn't this person dead? And now, he's looking down at me from his elevated position, as if he hadn't suffered any harm.

If it weren't for the incredibly real tearing sensation in her lower body, she would never have believed it.

After a while, seeing that the woman didn't make a move, Lu Chen slowly said, "I suggest we both put our clothes on first, and then have a more in-depth conversation. What do you think?"

Lu Chen was in such a hurry to receive his reward that he wasn't dressed. Even though he was a man, he felt embarrassed to be naked.

After all, the desire to leave behind a pure reputation is a fundamental human aspiration.

The woman sat up with a "whoosh!" and her right hand was already slapping towards Lu Chen's face, her movements incredibly fast.

Lu Chen subconsciously reached out to his side. According to the "Deadly Soul-Chasing Sword Technique," he should have used the "King of Hell's Revenge" move at this moment, combining slashing and stabbing to send her to her death.

However, Lu Chen had no sword at his waist, so he naturally grabbed at nothing.

When the woman was three feet away from Lu Chen, she fell to the ground with a thud.

Murong Qing was poisoned by love poison. He had been running away from his pursuers and was exhausted. He finally found a cave to hide in and tried to expel the poison by circulating his internal energy. However, he found that there was someone in the cave.

To prevent herself from being taken advantage of by a man without her knowledge, and fearing that she might succumb to the lustful poison and take the man's body, thus bringing shame upon herself, she used her last bit of energy to try and kill him.

However, to his utter surprise, the man was still alive, causing him to lose control and lose his innocence.

In her shame and indignation, Murong Qing didn't care whether it was her own initiative or the other party's coercion; she absolutely refused to allow this savage to live in the world and bring shame upon her.

However, her desperate act could not overcome her physical weakness. She forced herself to exert her inner energy, but a sharp pain shot through her dantian, and she collapsed to the ground.

Seeing the woman fall so awkwardly, Lu Chen sighed, stepped forward, and was about to take his clothes that she had pinned down.

Murong Qing, however, assumed he was going to come again and shouted sharply, "Don't come any closer!"

Her voice sounded weak, but her tone carried an undeniable determination.

Lu Chen knew that this kind of thing would be a great hurt to any woman, so he wasn't angry, nor would he explain that he was just taking the clothes. He sighed and said very understandingly, "I understand. Any woman would lose her composure in this situation. I also know you should hate me, but there's nothing I can do about it."

Who told you to get poisoned?

And I was powerless to resist, you took advantage of me, but at least I helped you in some way; this is our destiny, somehow.

Upon hearing this, a hint of confusion and struggle flashed in Murong Qing's eyes. She was unwilling to accept it, yet she knew it was the right thing to do.

But women are ultimately less likely to reason, so their coldness and hostility have not diminished in the slightest.

Murong Qing stared intently at Lu Chen, as if trying to see right through him.

Lu Chen didn't forcefully pull off his own clothes. Instead, he picked up Murong Qing's clothes and threw them at her, saying slowly and clearly, "Girl, I admit you are very beautiful. Any man who sees you would be captivated. But you need to understand the situation."

You just tried to kill me once, and I helped you then. You tried to kill me again, and I still helped you without holding a grudge. So, between us, I am the victim. Do you understand?

Murong Qing stared blankly at him, then suddenly two tears streamed down her face. She quickly turned her head away, then turned around again, and said, "Do you know who I am?"

Lu Chen thought for a moment and said, "I don't know!"

Murong Qing breathed a sigh of relief. Not knowing who she was was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. She said, "Whether you know me or not, you have ruined my innocence. Once I recover my power, I will definitely kill you."

Lu Chen frowned slightly and said, "Are you trying to force me to kill you by saying this?"

Murong Qing's heart skipped a beat: "How did he know?"

As a descendant of the royal family of Yan, she found herself in such a predicament that, unable to kill anyone, she naturally wished to end her life.

So dying at the hands of the man she took her body from is a good ending.

But her strong-willed nature made her bite her lip and remain silent.

Lu Chen sighed softly, handed her another Strengthening and Nourishing Pill, and said, "It's impossible to say who benefits and who loses in this matter."

"I'll let you off this time because you're a woman, and I'll consider things from your perspective. So whether you want to kill me or want to end your life out of shame and anger, taking this pill is your only hope."

Murong Qing turned to look at Lu Chen, her eyes filled with sorrow and questions. She then glanced at the pill, its fragrance invigorating her. A chill ran through her as she asked, "What kind of rare treasure is this?" Her tone, however, remained extremely calm: "I will not commit suicide. If you do not kill me now, I will definitely kill you once I recover my strength. Don't regret it, and I will not appreciate your kindness."

Lu Chen naturally wouldn't say anything more to her. He simply placed the pill on her chest, turned around to pick up his clothes, then took his protective bamboo staff and walked out of the cave.

Yesterday, a spring rain fell, and now the clouds on the horizon looked like white silk torn to shreds by that woman. A gust of wind blew them away, and Lu Chen's mind cleared up: "Damn it, you're still thinking about that?" He quickly put on his clothes, walked to the stream not far away, squatted down to wash his face, and looked at the stream without saying a word.

He was figuring out how to complete the task assigned by the system.

In seven days, you need to get people to voluntarily entrust you with tasks and complete them.

This person named Murong Qing was plotted against; she must be a good customer. However, once she entrusts herself to someone, she might become the one who poisons her.

This woman sent the original owner flying like a tattered sack with a single palm strike from a distance yesterday, so her martial arts skills are definitely not low. Moreover, she is surnamed Murong and from Canhe Village. Combining my knowledge from my previous life with my fragmented memories now, even if this woman is not a descendant of the Yan Kingdom like Murong Fu, she is still a person of status.

It was only because his country was the Qian Kingdom, and many of its geographical locations were similar to those of his previous life. The difference was that this world had martial arts, but not traditional martial arts like the Five-Strike Lightning Whip. Instead, it was extraordinary martial arts that could allow one to walk on water, split mountains with a single palm strike, and cleave rivers with a single sword strike.

Then the enemy who successfully drugged Murong Qing must have been no ordinary person.

I've accepted this mission, but I doubt my abilities are sufficient. Besides, I have seven days to complete it.

Since there's a system, stability is the top priority. Even if I develop cautiously, given enough time, I will inevitably become the strongest in martial arts. At that time, my words will be law, and who would dare disobey me?

Why put all your eggs in one basket?

In this world, the weak are as worthless as grass, while the strong remain strong. It is a cultivation world where martial arts are revered. Although there seem to be realm divisions, the different philosophies of Taoism, Buddhism, and Demonism lead to different cultivation systems, each based on its own standards.

Therefore, the level of strength is not determined by cultivation level. With my current Mingyu Gong skill and the Seventy-Two Deadly Sword Techniques, I wouldn't dare call myself weak, but I'm not even ranked among the top in the world.

So how can we reduce the risk and complete tasks that, as the system says, offer more valuable rewards from employers?

We can't have another system evaluation of "average".

I, Lu Chen, a dignified transmigrator, do I still have any pride?

Lu Chen was considering his next move when he heard a few rustling sounds. He turned around and saw three masked men in black rushing towards him like arrows.

Lu Chen thought to himself, "Dressed in black and masked in broad daylight, this doesn't look like a good person!"

One of them said coldly, "Kid, did you see the stranger appear?"

Seeing the man's unfriendly gaze, Lu Chen grabbed the bamboo stick, stood up, and shook his head.

"Kill them!" one of them shouted coldly.

The person who spoke wielded a single-edged sword and leaped forward, unleashing a "Chasing Wind and Falling Blade" strike straight at Lu Chen's forehead.

Lu Chen knew that these people were probably looking for Murong Qing, and would naturally kill him to silence him. He was already on guard and immediately raised his bamboo stick to block them.

With a "clang," he was already restrained.

It turns out that Lu Chen's bamboo stick, which looks like bamboo, actually contains steel bars inside for self-defense. When the man was caught off guard, Lu Chen followed up with a "Reverse Wave Horizontal Slash".

Lu Chen spun around, and with a soft "thud," the bamboo stick in his hand, a move from the Deadly Soul-Chasing Sword called "Judge's Book Turning," pierced the opponent's waist.

Fast, accurate, and decisive.

The man snorted, his body trembling violently, and slowly said, "Excellent swordsmanship!"

Lu Chen said, "You don't need to say it!"

Pulling out the bamboo stick instantly brought forth a splash of blood, blooming like a flower. As the blood splattered, the man collapsed to the ground with a thud.

[Ding! Killed an enemy at the Meridian Opening Realm, gained 1 Origin Point]

It's a long story, but in reality, it happened in an instant. The other two never expected that the young man they encountered in the deep mountains would be so skilled, killing their brother in one move.

The two exchanged a glance, a look of surprise in their eyes. They turned around, took two steps as if to leave, but suddenly they pushed off with their feet, leaped backward, and spun around, one to the left and one to the right, raising their knives to slash at Lu Chen's waist.

The two men appeared to be moving forward, but suddenly leaped backward, turned around, and drew their knives—the speed and ruthlessness were astounding.

Lu Chen had just learned martial arts and was still somewhat inexperienced in fighting. Moreover, it was his first time killing someone, and he was a little flustered. When he was suddenly attacked, he was so shocked that a warm current surged from his dantian and rushed into his feet like lightning.

Lu Chen immediately felt light and leaped into the air. With a "clang," the two men's swords missed their mark and clashed together, sparks flying everywhere.

The two were extremely surprised when their attack missed, but they were experienced and before Lu Chen could land, they pounced and slashed at him with their twin swords again.

Lu Chen twisted his waist and swung his staff. With a clang, he blocked one person's knife. He then turned his body gracefully, flicked his wrist slightly, and used the bamboo staff to lift up, meeting another knife attack.

With two clangs, Lu Chen's flick was a combination of his own strength and the former's. The latter's arm went numb from the force, and the knife flew out of his hand, soaring into the sky with a "whoosh".

Lu Chen's move had endless follow-up moves. After succeeding with his first strike, the bamboo stick brought up a gust of wind and pointed at a person's throat.

The man only saw a flash of green light approach, followed by a spurt of blood from his neck, and he staggered to the ground.

Lu Chen activated the Mingyu Gong, channeling a stream of energy into his left foot. He touched the ground with his toes, spun around, and another person's knife brushed past him. Lu Chen subconsciously twisted his wrist, changing the sword's momentum from a "thrust" to a "slash," sweeping it out horizontally.

With a loud bang, the blow struck the man's waist. The force was so great that the man was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a mountain wall and shattering his skull, killing him instantly.

[Ding! Killed a Qi Refining Realm enemy, gained 2 Origin Points.]

Lu Chen killed three people in a flash, the whole process taking only a few breaths. This truly unsettled him. After a long while, he let out a long breath and thought to himself, "Damn it, so arrogant. I thought they were some kind of expert, but they're all just trash."

He killed three people and only got 3 points of essence. How could he compare to Murong Qing?

Lu Chen pursed his lips, gently shaking the bamboo stick to remove the bloodstains. However, he was quite satisfied.

Just a few hours ago, he was a good-for-nothing.

Now, he kills people as easily as slaughtering chickens.

No wonder he had to cheat!

It feels so good to be on a winning streak!

Lu Chen immediately began searching the men, finding some gold and silver, but nothing to prove their identities. However, being poor, the gold and silver were still useful. He muttered, "Sigh, even without grudges, people fight to the death. Winning changes their lives. Is this what the martial world is like?"

"More or less!"

A crisp sound came from the side. Lu Chen turned around and looked. Light and shadow shone through the shadows of the trees onto the woman. Her blue dress was now tattered, but it gave people a dazzling feeling.

Lu Chen asked, "Can you tell me? Who are you, and why are you like this?"

He was somewhat curious about who was so kind as to give him the woman's virginity.

Of course, there's also a precaution.

Murong Qing was also full of curiosity!

Lu Chen's killing was swift and decisive, without any unnecessary fighting or extra moves. It was simply a precise strike and a deadly kill.

She observed coldly from the sidelines, but had to admit she had misjudged him. This man's internal strength was inferior to hers, but his swordsmanship was by no means inferior. She nodded slightly and said, "Your swordsmanship is not bad. Who is your master?"