Chapter 654: The Car
The Ghost Immortal path, born from two high-level "Heavenly Demons" of the Tianxuan Continent, requires the constant harvesting of Qi Luck during its cultivation.
As for what constitutes the most efficient "harvesting," this is precisely the problem Bai Mo is currently deeply researching on Water Blue Star.
He once considered using the simplest, most brutal method—killing—but found that its effect was highly unsatisfactory.
When a person dies, their influence is almost never received by the killer; instead, it flows to the successor in line.
If a family patriarch dies, the successor inherits most of the Qi Luck. If an emperor dies, similarly, the new monarch inherits the Qi Luck.
Influence is more closely tied to social status than to specific individuals.
Of course, in the most extreme case, Bai Mo envisioned killing everyone in an entire civilization, which he estimated would allow him to harvest all the Qi Luck.
However, cutting down all the "leeks" in one fell swoop like that would be too wasteful and inconsistent with the concept of sustainable development.
A spatial layer capable of giving birth to life and civilization is incredibly precious; with so many ways to develop it, there's absolutely no need to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.
In layman's terms, it means transmigrating to different worlds to cause immense trouble, then harvesting Qi Luck...
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Under the Eye of Heavenly Fortune, everyone's head was crowned with a halo of Qi Luck, varying in size.
Originally, these halos should have been tied to social status, but Lun Heping, blessed by "Destiny," possessed Qi Luck as powerful as an emperor, despite being a mere commoner.
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After putting away the letter from Hui, a restless Lun Heping nervously awaited the appearance of Lao Er, his parents' killer.
Unlike Zhou Tong, who was in a hurry to retrieve the Infinite Origin Stone, Lao Er cared nothing for Lun Heping's life or death. As long as Lun Heping's guilt was established, the majority of Sir Lunster's wealth, in accordance with Imperial inheritance law, would be inherited by him.
Even if Lun Heping wasn't caught in the end, the inheritance would still go to him. If Lun Heping dared to come out and accuse him? The Investigation Bureau and the Imperial Court, having been sufficiently paid, would surely "handle him properly."
Feeling as if he was about to strike it rich, Lao Er was utterly giddy. He never imagined that a poor student, whose family had been destroyed, would actually have the nerve to think about striking back.
"The — car — has — arrived."
Lun Heping watched Lao Er's flashy red sports car, silently licking his lips.
Then, glancing at the trash can, he casually folded the hot dog wrapper into a small paper airplane and gently tossed it into the bin marked "Recyclable Waste."
His black small car drove slowly, gently, deliberately maintaining a considerable distance from Lao Er's red supercar.
The two drove into the Green Light Bar's underground parking lot, one after the other.
The parking lot wasn't very large; occasionally, scattered wine bottles and tissues could be seen.
If one's eyesight was sharp enough, they might even notice a very faint trembling in some of the small cars parked in the dim corners.
The black small car slowly drove on. Lun Heping also lowered his driver's side window, looking around, feigning a search for a suitable parking spot.
In reality, he was waiting for the moment Lao Er got out of his parked car.
Dressed in a designer suit, with a freshly styled haircut, ready for a fun night at the bar, Lao Er had no inkling of death's arrival.
He leisurely walked through the small path in the parking lot, not even sparing a glance for the black small car slowly approaching him.
It's common sense for cars to yield to people, Lao Er thought.
It was a pity he never imagined that the person *in* the car intended to kill him.
"Bang!"
The car, with its accelerator floored, struck the man crossing its path at over sixty kilometers per hour, with no suspense whatsoever.
Although the perpetrator was just a cheap, dilapidated small car, it was still a force that human flesh and blood could not withstand.
Lao Er was instantly sent flying.
Of course, a single impact like that wouldn't be fatal.
When Lao Er landed and struggled to get up, Lun Heping drove over him again.
He would not show an ounce of mercy to this enemy who had killed his adoptive parents.
Especially since he was merely driving over him, not stabbing him with a knife; there was no visual impact, making it difficult to achieve that horrifying sensation of "blade after blade, blood everywhere."
It was really no different from accidentally driving a car into a pile of trash and repeatedly running over the scattered rubbish.
Killing with a knife requires strong psychological fortitude; running someone over with a car does not.
After completing all this, Lun Heping got out of the car, walked to the front, glanced a few times at his adoptive parents' killer, who had already lost his breath, and after confirming his death, chose to leave quickly.
There were indeed other people in the parking lot, but most were still engrossed in their "world inside the car" and couldn't extricate themselves, completely unconcerned with what was happening outside.
Only the security guard stationed at the entrance, who felt something was amiss, slowly walked over.
Alas, by the time they discovered Lao Er, mangled beyond recognition, Lun Heping had already vanished, taking the elevator from the parking lot to the lobby.
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"This is my... first time?"
After walking a sufficient distance, Lun Heping still felt a sense of unreality.
It was so simple to kill an unsuspecting person.
He hadn't even gotten a single drop of blood on himself.
"Before modern technology, humans truly are fragile..." He felt as if he had opened some incredible switch.
"So what should I do next?"
After eliminating his parents' killer, Lun Heping once again fell into a state of confusion.
Even though he had killed Lao Er, he couldn't openly reappear using his original identity.
Other relatives with more distant inheritance rights would still covet the inheritance after Lao Er's death, and persecuting him, the primary heir, would undoubtedly be their most likely choice.
"Am I supposed to kill every noble with a claim to father's inheritance?"
"Whether you're a god or a devil, give me an answer."
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"We want independence!"
"We want freedom!"
A bewildered Lun Heping wandered aimlessly, and somehow, he stumbled upon a group of people protesting.
These individuals were uniformly dressed in green clothes, most of them wearing hats, sunglasses, and masks at night while shouting loudly.
The leaders held placards and megaphones, chanting slogans as they walked.
Around them, numerous Investigation Bureau officers with riot shields followed, keeping a distance of ten to twenty meters, looking helpless.
Occasionally, there were curious bystanders, but the vast majority hurried away after seeing the content on the placards.
"Who are *these* guys?!" Lun Heping, whose clothes immediately identified him as not "one of them," quickly aroused their hostility.
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