Universe Infinite Canteen-Chapter 369 Divine Detective

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Playing cards and losing really could cost a life.

When Ma Lu experienced the tutorial for newcomers, he had thought this way of fighting was quite harmonious and benevolent, yet it turned out to be no different from real combat.

Of course, Gu Qingyi also mentioned that generally without deep hatred, everybody would still use the sparring mode to compete, or one could concede halfway if they felt they were going to lose.

But if it was a formal duel, the other party also had to agree before the fight could stop.

After understanding the combat mechanism, Ma Lu’s most concern naturally was the acquisition channels for cards, ideally like those specialized card stores in Yu-Gi-Oh.

But reality proved he was thinking too much, as cards in this plane were cultivated by martial artists themselves, well... perhaps some expert could forcefully transfer one’s own inner strength cards to another person via a direct teaching method.

Just like how Wuyazi transferred his powers to Xu Zhu.

There were also some demonic skills that could even snatch others’ martial arts for their own, but these were extremely rare exceptions and usually came with many restrictions or side effects when used.

For most ordinary people, if they wanted to obtain cards, they could only undergo systematic training under a master to cultivate martial arts.

Overall, this place was similar to the Jianghu martial world Ma Lu had read about in novels, except that fighting had been converted into card playing.

Oh, and here, cultivation required the aid of herbs, which made herbs quite valuable because of this.

Ma Lu then sought further advice from Gu Qingyi on some matters related to cultivation.

Since it did not involve the specifics of any secret martial arts techniques, but was rather common knowledge in learning martial arts, Gu Qingyi was not secretive and was quite forthcoming in clarifying Ma Lu’s doubts.

"When cultivating martial studies, it depends on an individual’s root bone and comprehension," she said. "Generally, if one’s root bone and comprehension are not lacking, with continuous diligent practice day and night, it would take about six months to get to the threshold of a martial art.

"Hmm, that is, to cultivate a card, but at that time the card you acquire is only the lowest level card with only the basic effect and the lowest value. You need to continue cultivating to enhance the martial art’s levels to unleash its true power."

"So how many levels are there in martial arts?" Ma Lu continued to ask.

"Ordinary martial studies usually peak at about the 6th or 7th level, and even some Peasant’s Maneuvers, when fully practiced, would only reach the 3rd or 4th level and cannot be further refined.

"However, some well-known sects in Jianghu have sect-protecting martial skills that can be cultivated up to the 8th or 9th level. As for the famous schools like Shaolin, Wudang, and the Sword-hiding Pavilion, they have Divine Technique Manuals that can be cultivated up to the 10th level.

"As for higher than that, there are rumors of even more powerful Peerless Divine Skills that might be cultivated to the 11th or 12th level, but they are almost lost."

"Moreover, it’s not necessarily better to have a higher level. Even if one has been cultivating from a young age, it would be deemed a martial arts prodigy if they managed to push two to three martial arts to their peak by the age of forty or fifty.

"Most people can’t even fully master one martial art in their lifetime."

Gu Qingyi’s words completely dispelled Ma Lu’s thoughts of cultivating himself.

He, a tourist, could only stay here for about ten or so hours each time, and even if he were one in ten thousand martial talents, he wouldn’t be able to achieve anything in such a short time.

Ma Lu could now only hope that the golden finger he rolled this time would give him another boost, yet up until now, his cheat had shown no signs of activity.

The two chatted for a while longer, with the rain outside the ruined temple growing heavier. Gu Qingyi took out some dry food she carried with her and shared some with Ma Lu.

After eating, she swallowed an elixir and leaned against a pillar to start meditating and practicing breathing.

A moment ago Gu Qingyi had been earnestly cultivating, but soon drowsiness overtook her.

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During the day, she had been traveling nonstop, hardly resting at all, and the moment she closed her eyes, she couldn’t hold on any longer and fell asleep with a turn of her head.

Gu Qingyi didn’t know how long she had slept when a sudden quarrel woke her up.

Opening her eyes, she saw two disciples of the Songxi Sword Sect confronting people from the Xingtong Escort Agency, with swords drawn and crossbows tense, weapons already in hand and on the verge of clashing.

One of the Songxi Sword Sect disciples angrily denounced, "Thief Shen, how dare you harm my senior brother, do you want to be enemies with our Songxi Sword Sect?!"

Although Shen Zhou was holding a spear, he did not seem very inclined to fight, his posture more defensive than aggressive.

His expression was grave with a hint of helplessness, "There must be some misunderstanding here. I have no grudge against Young Hero He, why would I want to harm him?"

"What do you mean no grudge?" another Songxi Sword Sect disciple said with grief and indignation, "When my senior brother entered the temple, he casually mentioned that he had never heard of the Xingtong Escort Agency, you must have harbored resentment from that moment on."

Hearing this, Shen Zhou gave a wry smile, "Mr. Shen is not so narrow-minded. In our line of work, we value harmony and profit, preferring to make friends rather than enemies. For a mere trivial verbal dispute, why would I lash out and murder him, thereby making an enemy of your esteemed sect for no reason?"

Others were also awoken by their dispute.

The eyes beneath Gu Qingyi’s conical hat lit up again, like a cat that had caught the scent of blood.

She reached out to take the iron token of the Iron Clothes Sect from her bosom and held it up in front of her, shouting loudly.

"The Divine Detective of the Iron Clothes Sect is here! What happened?"

Without waiting for an answer, Gu Qingyi had already darted into the crowd, where she saw the two Songxi Sword Sect disciples standing over a headless corpse.

Based on the attire, it was none other than He Qisheng, who had been boasting and showing off in the Ruined Temple not long ago.

Seeing He Qisheng’s empty, still-bleeding neck, Gu Qingyi couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

"Such a ruthless kill, it must be a vendetta!"

Hearing her words, the two Songxi Sword Sect disciples became even more agitated as they surrounded Shen Zhou.

"The Divine Detective says it’s a vendetta. In this ruined temple, only you have a grudge against us! So the murderer must be you."

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Shen Zhou’s complexion changed slightly, "This matter really has nothing to do with me. I have been sleeping in the temple all along, and have never stepped out."

Gu Qingyi turned to look at the two Songxi Sword Sect disciples, "Where did you find your senior brother’s body?"

"Just, just behind the ruined temple." One of the dark-skinned disciples said, "Our senior brother went out to relieve himself and didn’t return after a long time, so we went out to look for him, and that’s when we found his body."

"When did your senior brother go out?"

"I can’t remember clearly. We had all gone to sleep, and I only vaguely heard our senior brother saying he was going outside to relieve himself, as it was inconvenient in the temple with a woman present." said another thin, tall disciple.

"I was also woken up because I needed to urinate, and when I realized that our senior brother hadn’t returned, I woke up Junior Brother Ji, and we went out to look for him together."

"So, it seems you are also unclear about the exact time your senior brother was killed."

Gu Qingyi then looked at the other people in the temple, "What about you all? Did anyone see Young Hero He leaving?"