Chapter 41: This Simp Is Not Quite Right!

The lecherous middle-aged man was an old member of the Jin family’s herbal gathering team. Now at the fifth level of Qi Refining, his progress had stagnated. In his younger years, he hadn’t had enough resources, and now, as age crept upon him, further advancement was becoming increasingly difficult. No matter how hard he worked, it seemed likely that he would be stuck at the fifth level for the rest of his life, with the sixth level remaining out of reach.

Realizing that effort would no longer bear fruit, the man chose to give in to laziness. Every time he returned from the mountains with a bag of spirit stones, he would spend them extravagantly on young female cultivators, indulging himself in fleeting pleasures. His mantra was simple: life is short, why suffer?

Earlier that day, Jin Wuqing had summoned him, asking him to help investigate the identity of a certain cultivator. The middle-aged man had been curious about why Jin Wuqing suddenly wanted to check someone’s background. However, once he saw the situation, everything became clear.

It was that little girl, Lin Ke’er. She had a lover. And she had been kissing him in public so passionately.

Lin Ke’er was young and beautiful, with a slender waist, long legs, and a figure that made her a sight to behold. Her face, delicate and charming, was simply irresistible.

The middle-aged man had long known that Jin Wuqing liked Lin Ke’er.

At first, Lin Ke’er had kept delaying her joining the team, which caused some dissatisfaction from the team leader, Jin Zhaodi, who had considered replacing her. It was Jin Wuqing who had insisted on waiting for her, more than a month in fact. And now, the woman he had waited for had openly shown affection for another man, even engaging in a public kiss. If it had been the middle-aged man, he could have accepted it. There were plenty of other female cultivators to choose from. Why cling to just one?

But Jin Wuqing was young and impulsive, and now he had the intent to kill.

The middle-aged man, on the other hand, had no trouble finding out Ye Chen’s identity. After all, Ye Chen was famous. The number one simp of Silver Moon Market, a name that everyone had either seen or heard of. Only Ye Chen, such an eccentric, could give away all his resources to female cultivators.

After understanding Ye Chen’s identity, the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment. Ye Chen was not a rogue cultivator; he was a member of a cultivation family. Rogue cultivators had no backing. If they were killed, the enforcement teams wouldn’t even bother to investigate. They would simply find some other cultivator to take the blame. But a family disciple was different. Killing him might lead to trouble.

However, Jin Wuqing had already made up his mind to kill. He even took out a medium-grade spirit stone to pay the middle-aged man for the task.

After a brief moment of hesitation, the middle-aged man agreed. In fact, in the mountains, they had often committed evil deeds like killing and looting, so there was no psychological burden at all. Moreover, the middle-aged man had cultivated a technique that concealed his aura and was skilled with throwing darts.

The throwing darts were low-grade magic tools, silent and incredibly fast, capable of piercing through even protective spells. They were also poisoned. If the target was unprepared, a single dart could end their life. At the fifth level of Qi Refining, and with ample experience in killing, the middle-aged man felt confident.

Ye Chen? He was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining. All his good resources had been given to women. A simple wave of the man’s hand could end his life. Jin Wuqing had also borrowed his sister’s storage bag. He could easily stuff the body into the bag and dispose of it in the mountains later. There was virtually no risk of being caught.

At that moment, seeing Ye Chen enter the alley, a cruel smile spread across the middle-aged man’s face, and he quickly followed. His footsteps made no sound. Standing in the alley, he saw Ye Chen walking ahead leisurely, without any haste.

Aside from Ye Chen, there was no one else in the deep alley. The middle-aged man took out a simple, unadorned throwing dart from his robe. He channeled his spiritual power, and the dart briefly glowed before he swiftly hurled it with unerring precision. It was so fast that even a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator wouldn’t see it clearly. They could only hear a faint whoosh of something shooting through the air.

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Ye Chen, that simp, must be carrying plenty of spirit stones on him. Moreover, he was an alchemist, so there might even be a fair amount of pills with him. Tonight, the middle-aged man would indulge in the pleasures of Ice Spirit and Fire Dance, savoring an entire night of exquisite bliss.

But the next moment, a look of astonishment appeared on the middle-aged man’s face. Because Ye Chen, with his back to him, shimmered with golden light. He had actually blocked the throwing dart.

Ye Chen had blocked it? It had to be some kind of treasure. These damn families hoarded all the resources that should belong to rogue cultivators, growing incredibly wealthy. Even a useless simp like Ye Chen had such a trump card. It was infuriating.

The middle-aged man realized the situation was getting complicated. He immediately attempted to recall the throwing dart and prepared to leave. If the kill didn’t succeed in one strike, he had to leave right away. Otherwise, the noise would attract the enforcement team, and he would be done for.