A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 133: Stealing Technique

“Ah! I am Wu Nine Fingers. I feel a special closeness to you the moment I saw you. Could it be that we were fated in a past life? Come on! Let’s swear brotherhood and drink Blood Wine together!”

Just as the Green-Patterned Taoist finished speaking, the smiling youth suddenly lunged forward, pounced in front of Han Li, and reached out to grab Han Li’s arm, looking deeply sincere as he spoke.

Han Li was initially startled but soon chuckled lightly.

“Becoming brothers is not impossible, but please don’t randomly grope me with that hand of yours. My preferences are quite normal—I have no interest in pure, beautiful boys!”

Han Li teased with a smile at the corner of his mouth, suddenly lifting one arm and then, with a swift reverse motion, caught the wrist of that hand, which had quietly slipped inside Han Li’s robe.

“Ahem! That’s really strange. How did my hand end up inside your chest? It must be that it felt the same immediate connection with you, Brother Han, and couldn’t wait to say hello!” The youth, caught red-handed by Han Li, was initially startled and blushed. After a few coughs and some pushing, he nonchalantly withdrew his wrist.

Han Li had no intention of clinging tightly to the youth’s wrist. As soon as the boy pulled away, Han Li casually let go.

At this moment, Han Li grew curious about this fellow called Wu Nine Fingers. Although clearly an immortal cultivator, he was using a rogue cultivator’s stealing technique to pilfer from him—quite interesting.

However, his skill was quite exquisite and practiced. Had Han Li not cultivated similar secret arts himself, it would have been difficult to detect the subtle move. No doubt many in the room had suffered at his hands!

Just as Han Li thought this, he heard Aunt Hu Ping’s voice, full of schadenfreude.

“Wu kid, you’ve met your match, haven’t you? You got caught red-handed by Brother Han, and still boast about having top-notch stealing skills, doing these petty thefts!”

“The pleasure’s all mine, what of it? Want me to steal from you again? I’d do it in a heartbeat! I’ve got nothing valuable on me, so why come to the Tainan meeting?” Wu Nine Fingers curled his lips and said sharply.

“What did you say, you brat? We haven’t settled the score from the last time you stole from me!” Aunt Hu Ping jumped up from her chair, her face dark as iron.

Her husband, Big Beard Xiong Dali, was silent but pressed his hand on the sword behind his back, glaring fiercely at the youth. Later, Han Li learned this man was a man of few words due to a natural affliction, so his wife held full authority in matters.

“Enough! We are all immortal cultivators and should prioritize harmony. Both of you, take a step back. Stop arguing.” The Green-Patterned Taoist frowned slightly at the scene but still spoke to mediate. Then he turned solemnly to Wu Nine Fingers.

“Brother Wu, I understand you steal for fun and always return what you take, with no ill intent. But doing this will sooner or later cause great trouble. Not all owners of lost items are easy to deal with. If you offend someone from an immortal cultivation family who holds you accountable, we won’t be able to help you, nor would it be justifiable. So it’s better not to play such jokes on fellow cultivators!”

Hearing the Taoist’s sincere advice, the youth scratched the back of his head, looking somewhat embarrassed, and said earnestly:

“Actually, I came across this stealing technique on the way to Tainan Valley. I just found it fun and unknowingly practiced it, testing it out on everyone here. I truly apologize! But since Brother Han caught me, that means there are even more powerful people at the conference. Rest assured, I won’t recklessly use stealing techniques in the conference.”

The Taoist was overjoyed hearing this, his face full of relief and satisfaction.

“Brother Wu, your talent is exceptional. To have perfected the eighth layer at such a young age is truly a rare genius among rogue cultivators. You must cherish it well!”