Chapter 315 – Truths and Lies (I)

Chapter 315

Truths and Lies (I)

He still hasn’t woken up.

He’s been lying on my bed for almost ten hours now, happily snoring.

I thought about hitting him to wake him up, but just let it go; I was far too into testing out the limits of Surging Spirit Art to bother with the old cook.

And, speaking of cooks, I think I might have cooked.

’cause holy shit, this art is kinda nice!

It heals surface wounds fast, and though I dare not stab myself in the kidney or something stupid like that to test it, it should have the capacity to be helpful there, too. And considering this is all just the minor mastery of it, what about when I perfect it? Or maybe even go beyond that, somehow? Won’t I be able to regrow my limbs without ever needing a pill?!

… okay, probably not. I think it’s simply a slightly more unique art that will more so be a supplement than a replacement for pills. But I’m glad I made it, as it made me realize something important: I am probably best off focusing on utility arts and trying to somehow bridge the understanding of the world I had on Earth with the one here.

“Ugh,” regardless, my train of thoughts was interrupted by a groan; turning around, I saw that the old man was coming to, his expression dark and distorted, especially as he seemed to fully take in his surroundings. “What, what the hell is this?!”

“This is my bedroom,” I said.

“Y-you, how are you alive?! Didn’t I poison you?!” He seemed to try and summon Qi, but it was pointless. I’m pretty sure there’s nobody within at least fifty thousand miles who’d be able to unseal the acupoints Long Tao sealed.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Forget about that,” I said. “I have something far more important to ask–“

“–you bastard!” he interrupted me. “Do you know who I am?! I’m an Elder of the Hundred Flower Sect! If anything happens to me, you and your entire lineage shall feel the wrath of a Holy Land! Release me at once and I shall give you a swift–” a rather loud ‘pa’ echoed. “Did… did you just slap me?! You bastard–” yet another. “How dare–” oh boy. “Stop–” it was kind of fun, to be honest; there were so many times back on Earth when I wanted to slap the shit out of some old dude who demanded respect just because he was old, but all I could do was give him a middle finger.

“…” he finally shut up, just as his cheeks began to swell up. There was still venom in his eyes, of course, but at least he was quiet.

“Hm. As I said, forget you being the Elder for a second,” I said. “And tell me… which Emperor’s tomb did you rob, huh?”

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“… what? What are you talking about? Emperor?” There was a lisp to his voice, likely because he might have bitten his tongue once or twice when I was slapping him. “An insane bastard like you dares capture me?! Hah! Just you wait! When the sect–” the lovely sound of ‘pa’ rang again, and he stayed silent, staring daggers at me.

… is it possible? That he doesn’t even know he’d robbed an Emperor’s tomb?

Probably, actually.

I don’t think most people would think they’d entered Emperor’s tomb when they find a random place. But, ultimately, it doesn’t matter.

“Where’d you get the Soul-Snatching Art?” that got his attention as his entire person stiffened, his expression distorting even under the swelling and bruising.

“W-w-w-what are, are you talking a-a-about…? W-what is that?”