Chapter 180 Death
Read Chapter 180, Death, now to begin your exciting day.
Having truly established himself in the True Seed Realm, he can now be considered to have truly secured his position.
Chen Mo took a deep breath and circulated his energy through his body for three small cycles.
Only after confirming that the flow of vital energy is unimpeded and the meridians are clear as before, do you slowly conclude the exercise.
He withdrew his attention from his dantian and instead focused on his sea of consciousness.
"The Moonlit Mirror".
[Moonlight Treasure Mirror - Holder Status]
Name: Chen Mo
[Realm Level: Late Stage of Qi Refining (True Seed Condensation)]
Bone age: 19 years and 8 months
[Remaining lifespan: 110 years and 289 days]
[Root Bone: Grade A, Lowest Level (Affinity with Yin Meridians)]
[Soul: Grade A, Low Rank]
[Constitution: Taiyin Body (Progress 13%)]
[Cultivation Technique: "Yellow Spring Water Control True Method - Incomplete" (High-grade Profound Rank) - Not Yet Entered]
[Technique:.........]
[Secret Technique:.........]
【Moonlight Enchantment: 0.77】
Chen Mo's gaze lingered for a moment on the number indicating lifespan.
One hundred and ten years.
This is the theoretical lifespan he could live to, assuming he doesn't encounter any unforeseen calamities, given his cultivation at the initial stage of the True Seed Realm.
In the mundane world, this is already a rare longevity. Ordinary people who live to be over 100 are called centenarians, and 110 years old is enough to make the neighbors marvel.
But in the world of cultivators, this is merely crossing the threshold.
Those who reach the Qi Refining Realm live for over a hundred years, a state known as "hundred-year longevity."
The realm of condensing evil spirits grants a lifespan of two hundred years, a state known as prolonging life.
Once you reach the Foundation Establishment stage, your lifespan can reach five hundred years, which is called Lesser Longevity.
A lifespan of 110 years is considered above average in this realm.
Ordinary Qi Refining cultivators live to around a hundred years old, so his extra ten years are probably due to the effect of that drop of thousand-year-old stone milk.
The Foundation Establishment Realm was still a realm that Chen Mo dared not hope to reach for the time being.
He still hadn't figured out how to overcome the current obstacle of the Condensing Qi.
In ancient times, the process from Qi Refining to Qi Condensation had blocked countless exceptionally talented cultivators.
One reason is that it is difficult to find the evil energy of heaven and earth that matches one's own attributes.
The process of infusing the body with malevolent energy is extremely dangerous; a slight misstep could lead to death and the annihilation of one's spiritual essence.
"Immortality is so difficult..."
Chen Mo sighed, his gaze falling on the last line: Moonlight Spirit Rhythm: 0.77.
I had finally managed to accumulate a little bit of spiritual energy, but after encountering that infected creature of the Divine Transformation, most of it was consumed.
If it weren't for the Moonlit Treasure Mirror protecting its master, he would now be a mindless shell, or a puppet of that spider god.
Chen Mo doesn't want to touch the people from the church until he's fully recovered.
Without the protective treasure mirror, he was utterly powerless against the spider god.
The difference between the two sides wasn't in terms of power, but rather a chasm in the very essence of life, a crushing disparity caused by the will of a higher-level being...
"Buzz~~"
The inspection bureau token on the desk suddenly vibrated, emitting a series of buzzing sounds, and at the same time, it emitted a circle of dark red light.
Chen Mo frowned, stood up, and took the token in his hand; it was slightly hot to the touch.
The team's communication signals are normally used for requesting assistance.
"Hmm, it must be Fang Yingxia and the others. Did they run into trouble?"
I sensed the three people's location; they were at the end of the street, in the territory of the Chang Le Gang...
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At the end of East Street, the air was filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder.
Fang Yingxia's hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and the barrel was still slightly hot.
Ten steps away, a middle-aged man with a bare upper body lay in a pool of blood, blood still gushing from his chest, soaking the bluestone slab beneath him.
The surrounding area was filled with at least forty or fifty members of the Chang Le Gang, armed with clubs and machetes, some of whom had bulging waistbands, clearly carrying weapons.
Upon seeing the dead body, the crowd showed no fear; instead, they drew closer and closer, seemingly trying to separate the three of them from the flock of sheep.
"Slap, slap, slap..."
At that moment, a slow and deliberate round of applause rang out from the outside.
The crowd automatically parted to form a path.
A middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in an ochre silk shirt, strolled out. He had a fair complexion and a short beard.
He walked with a relaxed gait, even with a hint of leisurely strolling, as if the corpse on the ground was just an inconvenient object, which he casually stepped over.
"Inspector Fang," the man said with a smile, his face showing no sign of annoyance, "Excellent marksmanship."
Fang Yingxia's pupils contracted slightly.
She knows this person.
Zhou Debiao, known in the underworld as Master Zhou, is the head of the Chang Le Gang in the eastern part of the city.
On the surface, he held the title of director of the Chamber of Commerce, but in reality, he controlled gambling dens on three streets, two docks, and other shady businesses.
This person has been able to operate in the East District for so many years not because of his fighting prowess, but because of the impenetrable network behind him.
The Chamber of Commerce's website.
The inspection bureau can crack down on a gang and arrest a hundred thugs, but it can't touch the chamber of commerce.
Because behind the Chamber of Commerce are the few powerful figures in this city who truly have the final say.
"Master Zhou," Fang Yingxia put away her Mauser pistol, "your men struck first."
"I know." Zhou Debiao nodded. "He was ignorant and offended Inspector Fang. He deserved to die."
Fang Yingxia's heart skipped a beat as she suddenly realized something.
The other party's attitude clearly indicates that they came prepared.
"Master Zhou," she said, slowing her pace, "I'm just doing my job. These shepherds are involved in a case and need to be brought back to the station for questioning."
"Why."
Zhou Debiao waved his hand, interrupting her, "Inspector Fang has misunderstood. I, Zhou Debiao, am a man of principle. How could I dare to obstruct the investigation bureau's work?"
His gaze passed over Fang Yingxia and landed on the old shepherd huddled up behind the three of them.
"I'm just here to collect a debt."
Zhou Debiao slowly pulled a slip of paper from his sleeve and showed it to Fang Yingxia. "This old fellow borrowed fifty silver dollars from me three months ago, saying he wanted to treat his mother's illness."
"The IOU clearly states a monthly interest rate of 3%, with a total of 80 yuan due upon maturity, including principal and interest. He hasn't paid back a single penny yet."
"My men finally managed to corner him at the end of East Street, and then your Inspection Bureau had to interfere."
He folded the IOU again and put it back in his pocket. "Captain Fang, what do you think? Should I take him away?"
"Debt disputes are not under the jurisdiction of the Inspection Bureau," Zhou Debiao continued. "If you want to handle a case, you can."
"Take the person with you, but leave the sheep behind. These sheep are worth at least a hundred or two hundred yuan, which can be considered as payment for the debt. I, Zhou Debiao, am fair in my dealings and I don't take advantage of people."
"These sheep are evidence," Fang Yingxia interrupted coldly.
"Evidence?" Zhou Debiao laughed, and the Chang Le Gang members around him laughed along with him. "Inspector Fang, it's no fun trying to fob me off with that."
"What kind of evidence could a flock of sheep be? Did they kill someone?"
The laughter grew louder.
Fang Yingxia's knuckles were slightly white.
She knew she was being cornered.
Every word Zhou Debiao said was within the bounds of the rules. Debt disputes were indeed not under the jurisdiction of the Inspection Bureau, and the sheep he wanted to take away was, on the surface, only within the scope of debt collection.
The audit bureau has no grounds to prevent a creditor from pursuing a legitimate debt.
If it's a regular gang, the investigation bureau really doesn't need to reason with them.
However, the background of the Chang Le Gang...