Chapter 069: [Laughing to Death]
“Yes!” Responding inwardly, Su Jingxing’s figure darted nimbly aside, avoiding the splatter.
When he stopped, he turned to look at Shi Yankai.
The latter was utterly stunned!
Not just Shi Yankai—his four hired thugs, the crowds in the shops lining the street—everyone was left stupefied at this moment.
One kick...
One kick had burst the head of the Twin-Pupiled Demon Hound?
Was the head of the Twin-Pupiled Demon Hound made of watermelon or tofu?
This was a savage beast! Ordinary swords and blades couldn’t even scratch it—at best, they’d shave off a few hairs.
Now, Su Jingxing had kicked its head to pieces with a single blow...
Just how much strength would that take?
Silence.
In an instant, the entire street fell into a deathly hush, not a sound to be heard.
Until—
“Run! Hurry!” the blue-haired one screamed in terror, coming to his senses first and turning to bolt.
The other three, trembling all over, snapped out of their daze and fled as well.
Yet someone was even quicker than them.
Shi Yankai!
His face had gone deathly pale, his body swaying, but the speed he exploded with far outstripped the three bald thugs.
The way he ran, it was as if a man-eating monster was hot on his heels.
In Shi Yankai’s eyes at this moment, Su Jingxing was even more terrifying than a man-eating beast!
At least, a man-eating beast couldn’t kill a Twin-Pupiled Demon Hound in one strike.
This savage beast was his father’s prized war-beast, painstakingly preserved and kept by his side as a bodyguard. Once the chains and muzzle were removed, it could even kill an eighth-grade martial artist.
And now Su Jingxing had burst its head with a single kick!
How was he supposed to compete with that?
Shi Yankai didn’t even dare utter a threat, nor so much as a peep. Once he’d come to his senses, he poured every ounce of energy into fleeing for his life, terrified Su Jingxing would chase him down.
...
Su Jingxing remained still.
First, Shi Yankai was too cowardly—he’d turned tail and fled without a word.
Second, this was a public street, with many people watching from the shops on either side.
Killing the Twin-Pupiled Demon Hound was deterrent enough.
Watching Shi Yankai and his men vanish into a side alley, Su Jingxing didn’t linger either. He turned and strode away.
When he disappeared at the street corner, the people in the shops finally dared open their doors and step outside.
“Incredible! That man is truly incredible—he burst the head of a Twin-Pupiled Demon Hound with one kick. What kind of leg technique is that?”
“Maybe he’s just naturally strong. I’ve seen martial artists who can punch straight through a wall with sheer brute force!”
“Tsk tsk, Shi Yankai really ran into iron today. Trying to extort someone only to bump into a master like that—he’s lucky he ran fast enough.”
“Looks like the lottery winner isn’t just lucky, but a martial arts master too!”
“Hey, but what kind of master has time to buy lottery tickets?”
“What are you talking about? What’s wrong with buying tickets? Masters have to eat too! Martial artists may earn money easily, but they spend it just as fast. If you win the lottery, that’s free money!”
“True enough...”
“…”
The street’s chatter was lost on Su Jingxing.
If he’d been present, he might have given a thumbs-up to the last speaker.
Martial artists burning through money? That was an abyss, not a pit.
To grow stronger, you had to consume prime supplements or the relevant pills every single day.
Su Jingxing was actually doing pretty well.
He always had inner energy cards and Strength Pills to supplement himself.
Not everyone had a golden finger to help them out.
Speaking of golden fingers, from the corpse of the Twin-Pupiled Demon Hound, he’d just picked up a card. Returning to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain, Su Jingxing read its information, and his eyes lit up.
A skill card!
A skill related to eyesight: Distant Vision!
Did the Twin-Pupiled Demon Hound have extraordinary sight?
Honestly, Su Jingxing didn’t really know—he’d only skimmed some basic information about it online.
With the development of the internet, most information about exotic beasts could be found online. Some was officially published, some leaked by individuals.
Last time Su Jingxing hacked into the major forums, he’d browsed a bit by the way.
He never expected to encounter a Twin-Pupiled Demon Hound in reality so soon, nor to be lucky enough to pick up its Distant Vision ability.
Because it wasn’t a secret technique, it only required a little stimulation from his inner energy to unlock.
This “Distant Vision” skill could be absorbed directly once Su Jingxing unlocked the card.
His eyes first felt sore and numb, then gradually cooled. When they returned to normal, he already possessed the ability to see far into the distance.
He went into the courtyard to test it. With nothing blocking his view, Su Jingxing could clearly see objects a kilometer away.
For instance, a white bird flying over the far mountain peak—he could distinguish every feather on its outspread wings.
And this wasn’t even the limit.
Exactly how far he could see, Su Jingxing wasn’t sure, but a kilometer was more than enough.
This ability was like having binoculars controlled at will—a great convenience.
In this sense, Su Jingxing owed Shi Yankai a favor.
He’d handed over a skill for free.
As for whether Shi Yankai would be punished by his father for losing the Twin-Pupiled Demon Hound, Su Jingxing chuckled unkindly.
...
Wan Rong would be back soon.
Su Jingxing began to adjust his state, ensuring nothing would go wrong when he took his revenge.
He didn’t let up on his corpse-moving duties at the crematorium—in fact, he spent every day there.
His purpose was simple: to see if he could pick up more inner energy cards in these last two days.
The more inner energy he had, the greater the power he could unleash with the “Human Origin” chapter of the Sanyuan Saber Technique.
The result?
He didn’t pick up many inner energy cards, but he did get another Soul-Calming Card!
When he read the information and realized it was a Soul-Calming Card, Su Jingxing was both surprised and delighted.
Soul-Calming Cards were no less valuable than Martial Practice Cards.
Once unlocked, they yielded Soul-Nurturing Pills, which could be consumed to increase soul power.
Su Jingxing would have liked as many as possible, but since he didn’t know the rules for acquiring them, he was always at a loss.
He hadn’t expected to pick up another one, and after unlocking it, he received three Soul-Nurturing Pills.
Overjoyed, Su Jingxing immediately started backtracking through the card’s sequence to find its source.
He finally locked onto the target.
An elderly man surnamed Liang, sixty-two years old—not a martial artist, just an ordinary person.
The cause of death was rather amusing: he died laughing.
That’s right, Old Liang literally laughed himself to death!
His great-grandson had been born, and he was so overjoyed he couldn’t stop smiling all day, until eventually, he died from laughter.
A happy occasion turned into a funeral.
The corpse retrieval team that went for him couldn’t stop complaining about it afterwards.
Su Jingxing had found it odd, but hadn’t paid much attention at the time.
Now, connecting it to the Soul-Calming Card’s appearance, a flash of inspiration shot through his mind.
Laughed to death?
No, it was over-excitement—great joy!
And the previous corpses from which he’d picked up Soul-Calming Cards, what had they encountered in life?
Corpse puppets!
Berserk barbarians!
Back then, Su Jingxing couldn’t deduce their cause of death, but now he was ninety percent certain.
Terror!
Those corpses had died of fright!
Great terror!
Great terror, great joy...
“So, the rule for picking up Soul-Calming Cards is that the corpse’s emotions were excessively intense before death?”