Chapter 745
Chapter 745
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 745
>Chapter Title: Sitting Oblivion Dao
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Chapter 745: Sitting Oblivion Dao
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> Li Sui drove the carriage slowly through a remote alley, and right behind her were two people—one a scruffy-bearded skinny man, the other Li Huowang in a changed outfit.
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> And this purse-cutter was Li Huowang’s target.
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> With the carriage’s jolts, a grapefruit-sized bundle gradually bounced out from the back of the cart. The glint of silver inside immediately drew the attention of the shifty-eyed skinny man.
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> “Giddyup~!” With a flick of the reins, Li Sui sped up the carriage. The floral bundle tumbled to the ground amid the bumps, spilling out a piece of broken silver.
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> Once Li Sui’s carriage had sped away, Li Huowang, who’d been standing at the front, rushed over and scooped up the bundle of silver.
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> He glanced left and right, then shushed the skinny man staring at him and whispered, “Shh! Quiet. Let’s split the loot over there—one half for each!”
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> “Good! Good!!” The skinny man trembled with excitement at the bulging bundle.
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> Seeing the guy fall for it hook, line, and sinker, Li Huowang thought to himself, “If other scams don’t work, this one straight from the Conning Scripture should, right?”
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> This “dropped-bundle con” was a classic from the Conning Scripture.
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> Simple as it was, this scam had been around for at least a thousand years. No matter how much time passed, the same straightforward trick still hooked people.
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> A con didn’t need to be flashy to work. As long as it exploited greed, it stayed timeless.
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> Following the dropped-bundle script, Li Sui returned as the distraught owner of the lost silver. She and Li Huowang put on a two-man show.
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> One claimed the bundle had less silver and threatened to call the authorities; the other emptied his pockets to prove his innocence.
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> Her acting was a bit over-the-top, but Li Sui threw herself into the role.
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> Soon, Li Huowang pocketed the few coins he’d conned from the skinny man and left with Li Sui. Hiding in the shadows, they watched him clutch the bundle.
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> After a while, seeing no sign of them, the skinny man opened the bundle. He shoved a silver ingot into his mouth and bit down hard—then happily hugged the bag and walked off.
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> “Huh? What’s going on?” Doubt crept over Li Huowang’s face. By the script, the guy should’ve realized it wasn’t silver ingots but just plaster chunks.
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> Then he’d know he’d been duped, and Li Huowang would get his influx of fei gang. So why wasn’t this guy playing by the rules?
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> “Dad, he wasn’t tricked. There really was silver in that bundle.” Li Sui spoke up.
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> “I know, of course I know. But I only put plaster in there—how’d it turn into silv—?”
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> Halfway through, Li Huowang got it. His cultivation of the real had turned the plaster into silver.
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> His real-cultivation powers were uncontrollable now. With every word he spoke becoming reality, was this even a con anymore?
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> Since the silver was genuine, there was no trick—the whole thing was real.
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> Every con from his mouth now turned real. And if it was real, it wasn’t a con—just stating facts.
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> Cultivating the fake while cultivating the real led to qi deviation. But for a fully realized heartspirit like him, cultivating the fake might be impossible.
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> “Let’s go! Follow him.” Unwilling to give up, Li Huowang dragged Li Sui after the skinny man to salvage the situation.
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> When they spotted the beaming skinny man again, Li Huowang fixed his eyes on the bundle and muttered, “That’s plaster! That’s plaster!”
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> Finally, as the skinny man reached a brothel and reached into the bundle for silver to spend, he found it had all turned back to plaster.
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> Panicking, the skinny man shouted in alarm and ran off clutching the plaster to find Li Huowang—but he was long gone.
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> By rights, the dropped-bundle con should’ve been done. Yet Li Huowang still felt no fei gang flow into him. Cultivating the fake hadn’t worked.
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> It seemed he couldn’t use real-cultivation to force a fake one. Maybe they clashed, but either way, no dice.
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> “Sigh. Fine if turning it to silver doesn’t count, but turning it back to plaster doesn’t either? Why’s cultivating a fake to con someone so damn hard?”
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> After a few more tries, Li Huowang eyed the sun dipping west and headed back to the inn with Li Sui.
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> As he pushed open his room door, he saw Li Sui sitting on a stool, pouting unhappily.
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> “Dad! You lied! You said you’d be right back, but it took forever!”
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> The moment she spoke, the Li Sui beside Li Huowang vanished. Right away, he felt a faint, spine-chilling sensation trickle from the back of his head into his mind.
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> Just a wisp, but Li Huowang knew instantly what it was. “So this is fei gang...”
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> In that instant, he understood how to cultivate the fake: it required fakeness—false lies, false things.
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> Using real-cultivation for the fake? It was still real at its core—not fake cultivation.
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> To cultivate the fake, he couldn’t use anything real. Only fakes could produce true fakes.
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> “That’s it!” Li Huowang lit up with excitement. He’d found the key. Cultivating the fake was simple—he’d overthought it.
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> He didn’t even bother explaining the other him to Li Sui. He turned to rush out for the next round of cons.
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> Just as Li Huowang congratulated himself on not wasting his trip to Qingqiu, the long-absent Xuan Pin floated up from the floor.
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> Staring at this illusion that always irked him, Li Huowang sensed the trace of fei gang inside and pondered.
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> Just this much fei gang? Not enough for any real Sitting Oblivion Dao divine abilities—maybe just enough to swap faces.
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> As Xuan Pin opened her mouth to speak, Li Huowang slumped into the stool. His face shifted rapidly until an eighteen-sided die replaced his head.
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> Li Huowang chuckled in the die’s voice. “Heh heh heh, Xuan Pin. Didn’t expect I had a backup plan, huh? Killing me ain’t that easy.”
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> Xuan Pin’s illusion froze in place, but Li Huowang felt fei gang surging into his mind like ocean waves. He nearly cracked.
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> “Hahaha! You bought it—you actually bought it!!”
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