abnabooks Chapter 9 Perfect Level Lightness Skill
Chapter 9 Perfect Level Lightness Skill
Night Patrol Division.
The crematorium compound.
Lin Qing and a large group of teenagers were called over to move the bodies.
Lin Qing entered the courtyard but did not rush to make a move. He quickly circled around and locked onto the corpse of a middle-aged man. The man was muscular and had calloused hands, clearly a martial artist.
He reached out and grabbed something; information appeared before him, confirming that he was indeed a martial artist.
[Deceased: Chen San, the Thief]
[Realm: Ming Jin]
[Progress of the ritual to deliver souls from suffering: 0%]
[Reward: A certain talent, martial arts skill, or technique]
Lin Qing was overjoyed and took the body to the crematorium, where it was quickly burned to ashes, and many fragmented memories flooded into his mind.
"Sir, please have mercy and give us something to eat. My wife and I are starving."
"Get out of the way, you son of a bitch!"
A dark-skinned, thin woman was begging along the street with a child.
...
"Mom, wake up, wake up!"
In the cold wind, a young boy held a woman and wept bitterly.
...
"I take pity on you and will teach you a martial art. Remember, you must never do evil."
"What do you want to learn?"
"Lightness skill!"
...
"Chen San, you colluded with the Bai'er Cult and stole from the government treasury. You deserve to die! Surrender now!"
"Haha, not a single official is any good! I'll never bow my head!"
At this point, the image disappeared, and Lin Qing shook his head, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
"When the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when they are well-fed and clothed, they know honor and shame."
"When you can't even get enough to eat, how can you care about morality and honor?"
Lin Qing sighed, as a flood of information appeared before him.
[Please select one martial art, skill, or talent to copy]:
1. Floating on water (Perfect)
Widely practiced in the watery regions of Jiangnan, this technique was developed by skilled thieves and spies from the Grand Canal Gang. When mastered, it allows for elusive and agile movements, making it an exceptional skill for escaping, infiltrating, and fleeing.
2. Lock picking (Da Cheng)
This is a unique skill used in the martial arts world, capable of silently opening most locks within ten breaths, and it can also be used on some simple mechanisms.
3 Stealth (Mastery)
Practical skills of the martial arts world, a summary of experience in long-term nighttime activities and evading capture, knowing how to conceal one's whereabouts to the greatest extent, control breathing and footsteps, and to avoid ordinary guards and soldiers' patrols to a limited extent.
4. Night Vision (Third Grade • Excellent)
The third-tier talent makes the retina more sensitive to dim light, and under moonlight, starlight, or dim lamplight, the visual clarity is far superior to that of ordinary people.
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Lin Qing was shocked. He wanted a light-body skill, two major techniques, and a talent.
"Water walking goes without saying. Having a perfected lightness skill by your side will greatly increase your ability to survive."
"Stealth skills allow me to move more covertly, and night vision greatly enhances my combat effectiveness at night."
"The last skill, lock picking, is less useful, but it can't be said to be completely useless."
After thinking it over for a while, Lin Qing finally decided to float on the water.
In terms of practicality, a skill of lightness and agility is the most important.
Dusk fell.
On the way back to the courtyard, Lin Qing had a sudden thought and replaced the Water Float with his equipment. Suddenly, his body trembled and a large amount of information surfaced in his mind.
He closed his eyes slightly, calmly processing the information and feeling the changes in his body.
A quarter of an hour later, Lin Qing opened his eyes and had completely mastered this lightness skill.
"To master the skill of 'Snowflakes,' one needs more than ten years of arduous training. One can then walk on snow without leaving a trace, step silently, move as fast as a galloping horse, and even leap and land on a three-zhang-high building."
Seeing that no one was around, Lin Qing suddenly accelerated forward, covering several steps in the blink of an eye, as if a strong wind was pushing him up into the sky.
His gaze swept across the area, and he spotted a tree nearby. Suddenly, he leaped up, tapping the tree trunk repeatedly before soaring directly onto the top. He then jumped down from a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), landing with a tumble to perfectly dissipate the force of the impact and emerge unharmed.
"With this lightness skill in my body, my ability to protect myself has been greatly enhanced!"
Lin Qing was overjoyed.
"but…"
He glanced at the panel and saw that the Rebirth Record level was 1, 6.8%.
"The upgrade speed is too slow. There's only one equipment slot at level one, and you can only replace it once a day. That's not enough!" Lin Qing frowned. "If I could upgrade to level two, I could equip both the Serpent Eight Strikes and Water Strike at the same time, and my strength would at least triple."
"We need to make money."
"Collecting corpses can also level up, but it's too slow. At this rate, it won't even take a year."
"Gold and silver treasures can speed up leveling up, but medicine and supplements also cost money."
Ultimately, it all comes down to making money!
Lin Qing's mind was in turmoil.
...
The next day.
Early in the morning.
Lin Qing asked for leave and went home.
It has been twenty days since he last returned home. Evil gangs are rampant in the city, and he can't rest easy if he doesn't go back to check on things.
Passing by a pharmacy, he spent twenty coins to buy seven or eight common medicinal herbs.
When they returned home, Lin Cheng and Han Ying had not yet come back.
Lin Qing then went to the kitchen and used a copper pot to boil two bowls of medicinal soup.
Before long, Lin Cheng and his companion returned, and as soon as they entered the courtyard, they smelled the fragrance of herbs.
"Xiao Qing is back." Han Ying's face lit up with a bright smile.
"What does this taste like?" Lin Cheng asked curiously, glancing around and seeing two bowls of herbal soup on the table.
"Father, Mother, this is called Longevity Soup. It's a cure for rheumatism. Try it. Three bowls at most and you'll be cured," Lin Qing said with a smile.
"Is it really that effective? I'll have to give it a try." Lin Cheng's eyes lit up. His legs had been a chronic ailment for many years, and no matter what treatment he tried, he couldn't get better.
"Xiaoqing, wait here, Mom is going to Old Zheng's to buy pork. We're having minced pork noodles today." Han Ying smiled and turned to leave.
"Alright, I love Mom's noodles the most." Lin Qing smiled.
noon.
The family sat together for a meal. The braised pork noodles smelled delicious, and Lin Qing ate three large bowls in one go.
"Eat more," Han Ying urged.
"Mother, that's enough, that's enough. It's you two who haven't eaten enough, eat more," Lin Qing said with a smile.
"Dad's full too." Lin Cheng replied, then sighed and walked towards the door with a bowl of noodles in his hand.
"Dad, where are we going?"
"Send a bowl to Uncle Gao," Lin Cheng ordered.
"Uncle Gao's leg was broken, and with no one to help him, he's likely to starve to death," Han Ying suddenly said.
"What's going on?" Lin Qing frowned. Uncle Gao was a neighbor. In his memory, he was a very good-tempered man who made a living by doing odd jobs.
"Rong Futong demanded money to hold the Baidi Festival. Uncle Gao couldn't come up with it, and he's stubborn. He argued back a few times, and his leg was broken on the spot. The government didn't care. Sigh, what kind of world is this?" Han Ying sighed.
"Rong Futong, this kind of scum will get what's coming to him. Have we paid our money yet?" Lin Qing asked.
"Not yet?" Han Ying shook her head. "Business at the grocery store is slow, and we can't come up with the money right now."
"Mother, let's stall for time and not confront Rong Futong head-on," Lin Qing said.
"Mother knows."
Not long after, Lin Cheng returned, and the three chatted for a few more minutes.
Lin Qing got up and went out, Han Ying's words echoing in his mind.
"In this world, ordinary people's lives are worthless; we have to make money and become stronger!"
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Whoohoo!
The night was vast and the sky was filled with snow. The moonlight was bright and white, reflecting off the thin layer of snow on the ground, making it shine brilliantly.
In a corner of the Craftsman's Office courtyard, Lin Qing practiced martial arts alone amidst the falling snow.
He would leap, dive, swing his palm forward, and kick back.
Every movement was perfectly executed, and from a distance, it exuded a unique beauty, like a martial arts performance from a past life.
At one moment, Lin Qing let out a low shout and struck a willow tree in front of him with his palm.
Snapped!
Snowflakes fluttered down from the tree trunks, landing on Lin Qing's sweat-drenched forehead, merging with them silently in an instant.