Feeling the sword on his shoulder shaking, Lu Ming’s legs trembled with fear.
This thief had to be hesitating over whether to kill him to silence him.
“Great Hero, there’s no need... there’s really no need. Besides, you can’t even kill me anyway...”
As a proper protagonist, he couldn’t possibly die at the hands of some petty thief, right?
At the same time, Lu Ming frantically recalled the self-defense techniques he had seen in videos in his previous life.
Bend over, stomp on their foot, grab the balls...
Lu Ming decided he had to save himself. If the thief struck him, even if he didn’t die, what if he ended up crippled? What if he was disfigured?
As for his chances of success, Lu Ming felt they had to be at least eighty percent. After all, he was the protagonist.
Meanwhile, hearing Lu Ming say he couldn’t kill him, Ye Fan’s heart skipped a beat. Oh no, had this mortal actually realized how weak he was?
No, he had to kill him...
“Woof~”
Just then, Big Yellow also noticed Lu Ming’s predicament.
It didn’t even know what to say. Was its boss just too unlucky?
The moment Big Yellow barked, Lu Ming, determined to save himself, suddenly jerked his shoulder to the left, bent over, and grabbed the man's balls in one fluid motion.
“Awooo...”
Ye Fan had been preparing to use a secret technique to squeeze out whatever potential remained in this body.
He never expected Lu Ming to strike so suddenly, and with such a dirty, underhanded move.
The agonizing pain shooting up from his crotch made him let out a bray like a dying donkey.
The longsword slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground. The breath of energy he had been forcing himself to maintain instantly dissipated, and he collapsed heavily.
At the same time, Ye Fan was consumed by fury. He was a majestic Immortal Emperor, yet he was being humiliated like this by a mere mortal!
Seeing him fall, Lu Ming’s eyes lit up. Deciding to finish what he started, he immediately mounted Ye Fan.
He rained down turtle fists, one after another.
Thud! Thud!
“You bastard! How dare you rob my house! How dare you try to kill me with a sword! Just you wait to rot in jail!”
“Woof~~”
Big Yellow also rushed forward, biting and kicking Ye Fan.
How dare you be so shameless! Our house is already this poor, and you still have the nerve to rob us? You pathetic thief...
Ye Fan, who was already at his absolute limit, was beaten to death by Lu Ming in just a few blows.
After Ye Fan drew his last breath, in a city far, far away...
A youth who had also just died, whose name was also Ye Fan, suddenly snapped his eyes open.
A thick wave of murderous intent flashed through his eyes.
“Mortal, you have courted death...”
At that very moment, deep within Lu Ming’s sea of consciousness, the Protagonist Stepping Stone Halo suddenly flashed, its light growing even more brilliant and dazzling.
It was like a general returning victorious from battle.
...
By now, Lu Ming also noticed something was off. Why wasn't the guy beneath him reacting or struggling at all?
Had he beaten him to death?
“Big Yellow, stop...”
Big Yellow stopped biting and looked at Lu Ming in confusion.
“Hey... Hey... Say something!”
Lu Ming nudged the corpse, but there was still no response.
“Holy crap... is he really dead?”
Startled, Lu Ming nudged the corpse again.
“Wake up! Don’t play dead!”
Seeing still no response, Lu Ming panicked. Using the moonlight, he held his hand under the corpse's nose.
“Holy crap... he’s... he’s really dead...”
Lu Ming quickly pulled his hand back in fright.
He really hadn’t meant to kill him; he only wanted to teach him a lesson.
With a face on the verge of tears, he looked at Big Yellow.
“Big Yellow, I... I killed someone. Sob... I killed someone. Am I going to jail?”
“Woof...”
Big Yellow looked at Lu Ming. Well, aren't you something? You actually managed to beat someone to death.
Lu Ming stood dazed for a good while before finally snapping out of it.
“It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault! I was completely defending myself. It was legitimate self-defense!”
“Right, right... I was defending myself. Besides, I’m the protagonist! Anyone I kill must have wanted to kill me first...”
After comforting himself for a long time, Lu Ming, with Big Yellow’s help, found some kindling and lit a fire.
Using the firelight to get a clear look at the corpse's face, Lu Ming froze.
“Big Yellow, look. Doesn’t this guy look a bit familiar?”
Big Yellow tilted its head and looked. It really did.
Suddenly, Lu Ming slapped his thigh and cried out in shock:
“Holy crap! Isn’t this the cultivator who was fighting today?”
Lu Ming realized that this corpse was indeed the man who had been fighting in midair earlier today.
“Am I really that awesome? I can actually kill a cultivator?”
Big Yellow also looked at Lu Ming with shock. You actually killed a cultivator.
“Big Yellow, see? I told you I’m the protagonist. I can even kill immortals...”
Lu Ming couldn’t help but brag to Big Yellow.
At the same time, he knew deep down that those few punches of his couldn’t have possibly killed a cultivator.
The cultivator must have already been on the verge of death. The only reason he died in front of him was to deliver an opportunity.
Lu Ming let out a sigh of relief. He wouldn’t have to go to jail for killing an immortal.
After all, the cultivation world operated on the rules of the jungle, where strength reigned supreme...
The mortal government wouldn’t care, didn’t dare to care, and couldn’t care anyway...
Besides, even if he claimed he killed the guy, who would believe him?
Calming his racing heart, Lu Ming’s gaze fell upon the sword that had dropped to the ground. Sure enough, it was a shimmering, radiant spirit sword.
Lu Ming picked it up excitedly. “Big Yellow, look! It’s a spirit sword!”
Big Yellow wagged its tail and trotted over to Lu Ming, its eyes full of excitement. This spirit sword really did look extraordinary!
“Of course...”
Lu Ming brandished the spirit sword a few times, nodding in satisfaction.
As expected of the protagonist. Even this spirit sword looks so much better when held in my hands...
Then, Lu Ming realized what he needed to do next: destroy the corpse and wipe away all traces. He couldn't let the deceased's sect elders track them down.
“Big Yellow, let’s deal with this corpse first. Otherwise, if his sect elders come looking for him, I’ll get crushed to death, and you’ll be turned into a dog meat hotpot...”
Big Yellow shuddered, the image of being skinned, gutted, and stewed in a hotpot flashing through its mind.
Terrified, Big Yellow began pacing frantically around the corpse.
Hurry up! How do we deal with this?
“Let’s search him first...”
Lu Ming scanned the corpse from head to toe, only finding a pouch-like accessory hanging from the waist.
Lu Ming’s eyes lit up. This had to be a storage bag, right?
After untying the storage bag, Lu Ming stuffed it directly into his crotch.
Big Yellow watched Lu Ming’s actions with horror.
It highly disagreed with Lu Ming’s choice of hiding spot. Wouldn’t it smell? Wouldn’t it poke him?
“Big Yellow, you don’t understand. It’s safest here...”
Big Yellow’s eyes were filled with speechlessness. Safe, my foot.
“We’re currently mortals without any cultivation. If someone sees our storage bag, what if they rob us?!”
“Woof~”
Big Yellow wagged its tail. You could just stuff it in your shirt. No one would know!
Lu Ming looked at Big Yellow disapprovingly.
“Big Yellow, you still haven’t experienced the harsh reality of society!”
“If we run into a cultivator and they scan us with their divine sense, won't we be exposed? But if I put the storage bag in my crotch, they’d be too embarrassed to scan there!”
At this point, Lu Ming paused and added:
“Especially female cultivators...”
Big Yellow looked dazed. Is that how it works? Actually, that seems to make sense?
Since Boss got kicked by that donkey, he’s really become something else.
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