[Congratulations! You have received the following inheritance:]
[1. Thirty-nine years of travel memories;]
[2. Cultivation base at the fifth layer of the Spirit Gathering Realm;]
[3. Thirty-nine traits in total, including 'Photographic Memory' (Purple), 'Older and Wiser' (Purple), 'Demonic Aura' (Green), 'Spider Sense' (Green), 'Badminton Expert' (White)...]
[4. External Art "True Sun Art" (Mastered), Internal Art "Blazing Heart Art" (Proficient), Martial Art "Cloud Burning Hand" (Mastered), Martial Art "Shen Family Spear" (Mastered), Martial Art "Wind and Wave Palm" (Beginner), Martial Art "Cloud Breaking Sword Art" (Beginner)...]
Inside the Black Stone Gang, in Chen Yi's own room.
The second simulation had ended.
The cultivation base of the fifth layer of the Spirit Gathering Realm surged into his body, making him feel an endless stream of power!
The key point was that he could feel a new kind of power within him—spiritual energy!
If vitality was the foundation of the physical body, then spiritual energy was the foundation of all mystical techniques for a martial artist, including martial arts!
Martial arts driven by spiritual energy were far more powerful than those executed with pure physical brute force, to the point of a qualitative change!
Some martial arts couldn't even be used without spiritual energy.
He had also inherited quite a few techniques from this simulation.
Besides the four mid-tier techniques given by Shen Qingshan, there were also dozens of family-inherited manuals obtained from Sun Chengen's personal guards.
However, the Chen Yi in the simulation didn't learn all of them. Most of those techniques were low-tier, so learning them wouldn't mean much.
Not to mention, he didn't have that much energy to spare.
Nevertheless, all the techniques were stored in Chen Yi's memories. If they ever proved useful one day, he could recall them at any time.
Chen Yi glanced at his status panel.
Less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn had passed in the real world, yet his panel data had undergone another massive change.
[Name: Chen Yi]
[Realm: Fifth Layer of the Spirit Gathering Realm]
[Techniques:
-- External Art: True Sun Art (Mid-tier, Mastered)
-- Internal Art: Blazing Heart Art (Mid-tier, Proficient)
-- Martial Arts: Cloud Burning Hand (Mid-tier, Mastered), Shen Family Spear (Mid-tier, Mastered), Wind and Wave Palm (Mid-tier, Beginner), Cloud Breaking Sword Art (Mid-tier, Beginner)...]
[Equipped Traits (7/7): Simulator (Prismatic), Photographic Memory (Purple), Low-tier Bone Aptitude (Green), Serious Punch (Green), Spider Sense (Green), Demonic Aura (Green), Badminton Expert (White)]
[Acquired Traits (119): Older and Wiser (Purple), Hard Work Pays Off (Green), The Older The Luckier (Green), Night Owl (White), Starvation Resistance (White)...]
[Current Trait Quality Probabilities:]
[White Common 79%, Green Rare 14%, Purple Epic 5%, Gold Legendary 1.9%, Prismatic Mythic 0.1%]
Just now, Chen Yi had been too busy watching the simulation to even glance at the changes in probability.
Only now did he have the time to take a look.
"The probabilities for Gold and Prismatic, just looking at the numbers, have both increased tenfold..."
But it was still useless. The two combined were only 2%. Drawing them still relied on luck.
A new guidance quest had also appeared.
[Simulation on cooldown. Remaining time: One year.]
[You may choose to complete the following guidance quest to directly obtain a simulation opportunity.]
[Guidance Quest: Leave the Black Stone Gang and take Da Chun back to your hometown in Baiyun County!]
[The Black Stone Gang can no longer hold you back. Go home, wanderer!]
[Rewards:]
[1. Simulation count +1;]
[2. Premium Trait Draw *1;]
[3. Spirit Guiding Pill *10.]
"What am I waiting for?"
With a loud bang, Chen Yi kicked his room door open!
It was time to crush them with absolute superiority!
"What's wrong, Instructor? Why are you so angry?"
A minor lackey who had been on standby outside Chen Yi's door saw him kick the door flying and walked over to ask sycophantically.
Toward this gang that had persecuted him and Da Chun, Chen Yi had no good impressions of anyone here, not even the dogs.
Now that he finally had martial power in his hands, he only wanted to thoroughly and satisfyingly exact his revenge!
Chen Yi glanced at the lackey.
"I don't eat cilantro! Who told you to put cilantro in the hotpot at noon?!"
Chen Yi threw a punch. The lackey took off from where he stood, crashed into the wall, and smashed a spread-eagled crater into it.
A squad of guards patrolling nearby heard the commotion and rushed over.
They looked at the guy embedded in the wall, and then looked at Chen Yi.
"Instructor Chen, what is going on here?"
The lackey on the wall used his last bit of strength to speak.
"Captain Wu... it was the cilantro... Instructor Chen... doesn't eat cilantro!"
The patrol captain had a look of utter bewilderment.
"What kind of nonsense is this..."
Chen Yi remained perfectly calm.
"There's no need to panic. That man was a spy."
"A spy?"
"Quick, take me to the storehouse! I just forced a confession out of this spy. He has accomplices who have already infiltrated the storehouse duty roster. They are planning to make off with all the silver in the storehouse today!"
A single penny can stump a hero.
In the real world, money was a necessity for survival.
Chen Yi didn't want to waste time trying to earn money.
The best method, of course, was to rob the rich to feed the poor.
When the patrol captain heard that the money in the storehouse was about to be stolen, how could he let that happen?
Wouldn't that mean no wages for next month?
He didn't harbor much suspicion toward Chen Yi.
Because during the banquet at noon, the Gang Leader and Chen Yi had their arms around each other's shoulders, calling each other brothers. Wouldn't doubting Chen Yi be the same as doubting the Gang Leader's judgment in character?
Chen Yi was a newcomer and wasn't familiar with the layout of the Black Stone Gang's headquarters.
So, he fooled this group of people into leading the way for him.
By the time the group rushed to the storehouse, they happened to see the storehouse doors wide open, with over a dozen gang members carrying boxes out from inside.
Seeing this scene, the patrol captain instantly flew into a rage.
"You damn spies! You really are stealing the silver! Er Gouzi, go notify the Gang Leader. The rest of you brothers, come with me and slaughter these bastards!"
The gang members carrying boxes at the storehouse entrance turned around to look.
There's no one behind us?
Is this patrol captain calling us spies?
We're just bringing out some books and records to sun them so they don't get moldy!
Before they could even explain, the patrol squad's sabers were already hacking at their necks.
"What are you doing?! Wu, have you lost your mind?!"
The two groups started fighting among themselves.
The storehouse manager walked out. Seeing this scene, anger instantly flared on his face.
"Wu! Are you trying to rebel?!"
"Bullshit! You spies, none of you are getting away today!"
Chen Yi stood to the side, watching them engage in a dog-eat-dog brawl, finding it incredibly amusing.
While they were busy happily fighting each other, Chen Yi slipped into the storehouse. He tore down some fabric from the shelves to make a bundle and stuffed all the gold, silver, and jewels from the shelves into it.
There were also some pills in the storehouse. He didn't know what they were for, but he took them all anyway.
As he kept packing, the small bundle was no longer enough.
Chen Yi completely emptied a box filled with trash technique manuals and used the large box to continue packing.
"These are all ill-gotten gains earned by exploiting poor people! Today, I shall carry out justice on behalf of heaven. I will let this wealth come from the people and return to the people!"
There were simply too many things in the storehouse; Chen Yi couldn't take them all.
He had no intention of leaving the rest for the Black Stone Gang either.
Later, he would go to the docks to pick up Da Chun, and while he was at it, he would tell the coolies at the docks to come to the storehouse and take whatever they needed, dividing up all of the Black Stone Gang's property among themselves!
At this time, Shi Laosi arrived at the entrance of the storehouse with a group of men.
Seeing the storehouse overseer and the patrol captain leading their respective sides in a life-and-death struggle, his simple mind struggled to process the situation.
"What is going on here?! You are all brothers, why are you going at each other with real blades?!"
Patrol Captain: "Who would be brothers with a pack of spies!"
Storehouse Overseer: "Fourth Boss! That bastard Wu is staging a mutiny!"
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