Chapter 574: Stealthily Entering the Night with the Wind (4000+ words, requesting subscriptions for the fifth update)

Huichun Hall.

Under the moonlight.

Aaron spread out paper and ground ink, using a brush to write the character "Quiet" seven times in a row.

One must have a quiet spirit when facing major events!

He had waited thirty years for this, and he did not mind waiting a few more days, until that Immortal Cultivator died!

He had originally had the chance to strike when invited to treat the man, but he had ultimately held back.

After all, what if the other party had some protective treasure, or possessed extraordinary spiritual perception and was startled awake by sensing malice?

He could not let all his previous efforts go to waste!

Thus... he waited another month before confirming that the old fellow was absolutely dead.

After all, he had taken the man's pulse and knew his physical condition perfectly well; he knew the man had been at the end of his rope back then.

"Big Boss, what do you want me to do? Kill someone and take the blame?" Ma San asked curiously.

"Nothing much, I just need to make use of you."

"Who... dares to come and grab your Grandpa Ma... ah ah... it hurts... it hurts..."

Only then did he see clearly that the person grabbing him was a middle-aged man with a centipede-like scar on his face.

He walked through the pitch-black corridor, preparing to go home and sleep soundly.

And only Immortal Cultivators could check for Spirit Roots.

Aaron took out a key and opened the door to the Lin family home directly.

As for higher realms, Lin Tuizhi was only a Loose Cultivator in Qi Refining, so he truly did not know.

At the same time, he was also very puzzled; the other party was clearly a Martial Master, so why would he come to trouble a rascal like him?

After confirming that Lin Tuizhi was dead, Aaron waited another three years.

Immediately, he put on gloves and took the book from Ma San's hands.

Aaron sat by Lin Jing's bed and pointed to the floor: "The fifth tile from the left by the door, pry it open and take out the things inside for me."

Suddenly, a shadow appeared before him and grabbed his shoulder.

Ma San did not know whether to run or stay, feeling very awkward.

And when the members of the Lin family woke up tomorrow, they would only feel that they had slept more soundly than usual last night and would not notice anything amiss.

In reality, Aaron was even more familiar with Lin Jing's home than Lin Jing himself!

He even knew exactly where Lin Jing liked to hide things and all his little habits.

Ma San had no interest in the book, but upon seeing the silver, he beamed with joy.

"Give the book to me."

On the cover of the book, the three large characters "Hunyuan Art" were written.

Ma San was completely confused, but seeing Aaron's cold gaze, he obediently complied.

Until tonight!

Ma San looked at the inscrutable Aaron and wanted to say something else, but was suddenly struck by an invisible divine fist, blood spilling from his nose and mouth as he collapsed to the ground...

Over thirty years of preparation and observation...

After an unknown amount of time had passed, Aaron's voice was heard: "Alright... you put the book and the silver back."

Huichun Hall.

An eerie voice came.

In the text, Lin Tuizhi also solemnly warned his descendants that the Immortal Cultivation World was full of dangers, with incidents of killing to seize treasures and crimes committed due to the possession of precious items, because Immortal Cultivators also had desires, perhaps even stronger than those of mortals; therefore, one must be careful in all things, and be low-key, ever more low-key!

Aaron instructed.

Aaron grabbed Ma San, tapped his feet, and leaped several yards into the air, gliding like a bird until he arrived outside the Lin Family Breakfast Shop.

A magnificent and vast world finally unveiled a corner of its veil before him...

However, in his view, the Foundation Establishment stage was already a great cultivator, capable of enjoying two hundred years of life! It was the lifelong pursuit of many Loose Cultivators and Family Cultivators!

Along the way, Aaron carefully observed Ma San and found no issues with him, so he couldn't help but take off his gloves and smile bitterly to himself: "It was my own petty mind... hmm... although Old Master Lin must have left other things behind, I won't covet them; as long as I have the cultivation method as a ticket into the Immortal Cultivation World, that is enough, I am not greedy..."

This let Aaron know that there truly existed a group of people called Immortal Cultivators who practiced immortal arts, aimed for Changsheng, and opened up Cave Abodes and markets in famous mountains and great rivers where Spirit Qi was abundant, single-mindedly thinking of breaking through their realms to achieve immortality.

"Big Boss... how did you know there was money here?"

Afterwards, the Lin family also held a low-key funeral and mourning rites.

Although he had thought of countless contingencies and plans, the smoothness of the progress exceeded Aaron's imagination.

"You have already consumed my Five-Insect Heart-Devouring Pill; if there is no antidote, within five days, the Gu Insect will hatch and gnaw at your internal organs, and you will die in utter agony!"

The major realms of immortal cultivation are divided into Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul...

Ma San followed his instructions, and sure enough, the floor tile wobbled slightly and began to loosen, allowing him to easily open it and take out a small pouch of silver and a book.

Aaron's expression remained unchanged as he opened the pages by the light of the oil Lamp and began to read slowly, forcing himself to memorize the contents.

The oil Lamp popped with sparks from time to time, accompanied by the sound of Aaron turning the pages.

On the frontispiece, there were also some personal accounts and a general introduction by Lin Tuizhi.

'So it really is an immortal cultivation method?'

After all, even Old Patriarch Liu knew how to play a trick of faking his death; who knew what Secret arts an Immortal Cultivator might have.

Therefore, if mortals do not have the help of an Immortal Cultivator, there are some clumsy methods to determine their Spirit Root Divine Attribute, such as attempting to practice various single-attribute cultivation methods; if one succeeds in practicing a wood-attribute cultivation method, then one definitely has a Wood Spirit Root! If one succeeds in practicing a water-attribute cultivation method, then one definitely has a water Spirit Root!

Rustle!

"Why put it back?"

"He is indeed a kind and benevolent elder, thinking wholeheartedly of his descendants..."

Aaron turned to the section on the Hunyuan Art and carefully read and memorized it.

Uh...

"This family has already been put under my sleeping incense... come in."

According to the introduction above, this Hunyuan Art is the most fundamental technique in the Immortal Cultivation World, passed down since the Ancient era. Compared to the single Divine Attribute techniques of today, its greatest advantage is that although the cultivation speed is relatively average, the Dharma Power is upright and balanced, and... it is suitable for all Immortal Cultivators. As long as one possesses a Spirit Root, no matter how poor the aptitude, and regardless of the type of Spirit Root, one can practice it!

This was a technique Lin Tuizhi specifically prepared for his descendants; after all, no one could know what kind of Spirit Root would appear among them.

Ma San was a rascal in Mu'en City who made a living by bullying the weak, oppressing women, and engaging in petty theft.

Ma San felt the palm gripping him was like an iron pincer, and the pain was so intense that tears were about to fall, so he could not help but immediately beg for mercy: "Grandfather, spare my life! Grandfather, spare my life!"

After restoring everything to its original state, Aaron took him and left the Lin Family.

"Grand..."

Ma San was so scared he immediately wet himself: "I have no grudge or enmity with you... why... why did you target me?"

Just as Ma San cried out in pain, he felt something stuffed into his mouth and swallowed it in a daze.

Aaron decided to take action and find a scapegoat!

Tonight, he had originally been whiling away his time at a gambling den, but his luck was poor and he had lost every single copper, making it a truly unlucky time.

At this moment, he swaggered into Lin Jing's bedroom and lit the oil Lamp.

"Those who are good at fighting have no illustrious achievements... is this what it means?"

Aaron sat upright at the desk and began to write a suicide note for Chenxiang and the others.

The gist was that Fang Shiyu had a premonition that his time was near and did not want to be buried in a foreign land, so he was preparing to set off for his hometown, telling his Disciples not to worry, and gifting Huichun Hall to Chenxiang and the others, and so on...

(End of this chapter)