Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

Opening his eyes, it was the familiar prison ceiling.

The window divides the sunlight into four pieces, scattering dust in the prison floor.

Qiao Mu looked up and gazed out through the window, only able to see a small patch of blue sky.

"Back in jail again…" Qiao Mu muttered to himself.

His shadow twitched in the sunlight, and a little cat emerged from it. The cat lazily stretched and yawned against the corner of the wall, then settled down there.

This little cat seemed even rounder than before, with a chubby face and fluffy fur that shone mysteriously. It looked as if it had just absorbed the energy of ten young boys, like a fox spirit who had just finished its mischief.

Maybe because Qiao Mu had been in jail for so long, even a chubby cat started to look delicate and charming after staring at it for a while.

"You fat pig! You don’t even move after crawling out of your shadow. Just lying there like a lazy cat." Qiao Mu said, annoyed.

This fat cat treated its shadow as a home, coming in and out as it pleased. As a martial artist who only knew how to throw punches and kicks, Qiao Mu had no way of driving away this particular tenant.

Qiao Mu shook the paw of the cat, who looked at him with disdain, and then licked the paw that Qiao Mu had touched.

"…was treated as something dirty, very rude."

At first, this cat was quite timid and didn’t dare to approach him, but now they are gradually getting familiar and becoming more and more unruly.

"Wuchang, go to the kitchen and bring some food. These days, my mouth is almost getting tired of the taste." Qiao Mu said quietly.

The prison he is squatting in now is a top-notch heavenly prison, which is very different from when he was in Heyang City before.

In the heavenly prison, the imprisoned individuals are either wicked and ruthless like Qiao Mu or influential and high-ranking officials.

Ordinary prisoners don’t have the qualifications to come in.

So the heavenly prison’s kitchen is divided into two types. One is for cooking for poor and evil criminals like Qiao Mu, providing simple porridge to keep them from starving.

The other type is for serving luxurious dishes and abundant meat, exclusively for wealthy and influential people.

Qiao Mu patted the cat’s bottom and urged it to hurry up.

From the beginning of Heyang City, every time he saw this cat, its appearance changed slightly, as if it was growing rapidly and remarkably.

It’s unknown how much lifeless energy he pulled out from Qiao Mu’s body.

Even though this cat is lazy, surprisingly it has strong hiding abilities.

It hid within his shadow, accompanied him in challenging Martial Saint, and broke into Qingyun Temple without being noticed by anyone.

So, letting this chubby cat move in the heavenly prison made Qiao Mu feel at ease.

At this moment, a burst of soft laughter came from the neighboring prison cell.

"This wild cat you’re raising seems quite intelligent. Where did it come from to sneak into this heavenly prison?" The person in the neighboring cell was an old man named Hai Wuya. His temples were gray, and he looked to be around seventy years old.

Although this person was old, he had broad shoulders and a robust body, with calloused hands and feet. In his younger days, he was likely a martial arts practitioner, focusing on physical training. According to Qiao Mu’s speculation, he was probably an external martial artist who focused on strengthening his body.

However, this man always held books in his hands and read quietly, speaking in a cultured manner that contrasted with his appearance.

"Where else can it come from? It must have crawled in through the window. Don’t be fooled by its chubby appearance, it’s all just for show. It can squeeze through even the tiniest windows," Qiao Mu casually remarked.

He didn’t underestimate his cellmate named Hai Wuya.

Back when they were in Heyang City, their neighbor in the cell, Old Qian, claimed to be a descendant of the Thief Saint. Qiao Mu didn’t believe a word of it.

But not just anyone can enter this heavenly prison. If Hai Wuya claims to be a descendant of the Thief Saint or a Sword Saint, Qiao Mu needs to seriously consider whether it’s true or not.

Hai Wuya’s cell wasn’t big, but the whole floor was filled with various books.

This is not a common occurrence within the heavenly prison.

The fact that Hai Wuya was able to bring so many books into the heavenly prison indicates that he must have some kind of background, possibly someone of high rank or status.

What’s even more unusual is that… Qiao Mu sensed the presence of the Martial Saint Spiritual Technique from him.

Qiao Mu thought to himself, "Clearly, there are many people in the Imperial Capital who practice the ‘Martial Saint Spiritual Technique.’ Having so many instinctive feelings is quite annoying. No wonder the Martial Saint practices the ‘Xuanming Contain Breath Technique.’"

Hai Wuya doesn’t talk much and is always immersed in the world of books.

At this moment, after exchanging a few words with Qiao Mu, there was no response. The sound of flipping pages filled the cell.

Unable to resist, Qiao Mu spoke up, "Hey, Hai Wuya, what kind of martial arts manual are you reading? Let me have a look, maybe we can exchange books?"

Hai Wuya is not young anymore, and his vitality is clearly declining. Based on his vitality, he is probably around the 8th rank in strength.

"You want to see?" Hai Wuya happily took the book in his hand and held it up to the sunlight, allowing Qiao Mu to see the title of the book clearly.

"’The Medical Classics of Qingnang’? It’s a medical book? I thought it was ‘The Art of Lovemaking.’"

Qiao Mu’s words made Hai Wuya frown instantly.

"I am a scholar who reads the classics of sages, how could you think I am reading ‘The Art of Lovemaking’ in the prison cell?"

Qiao Mu simply smiled awkwardly.

Although the Martial Saint is already dead, he still had doubts in his heart. He was afraid that one day, someone he knew would suddenly transform into a Martial Saint and drain him dry.

And… what kind of scholar are you?

Even though he was over seventy years old, this person had a wide and strong physique. Though his vitality had declined, he still possessed the strength of an 8th rank. When he was in his prime, he must have been formidable. Moreover, he also practiced the "Martial Saint Spiritual Technique." Who knows if he is another member of the Wuji Association?

Hai Wuya didn’t say anything else and continued to read his book.

Qiao Mu closed his eyes and waited for a while, but then he heard a meow. It was the Impermanent Demon Cat returning.

However, when Qiao Mu opened his eyes, he was stunned for a moment.

What the Impermanent Demon Cat was carrying in its mouth wasn’t food, but a large red woman’s abdomen wrap, which was immodest clothing.

"What’s going on? How is there this thing in the heavenly prison? Where did it bring it from? And I want something to eat."

Qiao Mu rubbed the cat’s head in anger, trying to make the dumb cat understand his meaning.

The kitty had a face that said, "I’m just a little cat."

Qiao Mu stroked the cat against its fur a few times, and finally made it realize it was looking for the wrong thing. Then, in a flash, it ran away.

"What underwear thief? This is clearly a female cat, why is she so interested in women’s clothing?"

Qiao Mu closed his eyes and waited, silently practicing his breathing.

His current physical condition was not good. The lump of flesh that Wu Qizheng gave him had already been depleted when he severed the statue of the deity.

So at this moment, once again due to the side effects of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method, almost all the veins in his body were severed.

If it weren’t for the help of extraordinary people like Wu Qizheng, it would be difficult to get better.

However, Qiao Mu gradually got used to it. Every once in a while, his veins would be severed. He got used to it because, after all, he was a death row inmate and would soon be refreshed. It wasn’t a big problem.

At this moment, he heard a cat meowing again.

Qiao Mu opened his eyes and saw that the cat had come back again.

This time, it didn’t have a red belly pouch in its mouth. Instead, it had… changed into a light pink, sheer dress?

And this dress was clearly one size bigger than before?

Qiao Mu was shocked. Did this chubby cat think that he was not satisfied with the previous one, thinking it wasn’t colorful or big enough? So it brought another one?

"You foolish cat…" Qiao Mu was about to scold, but in the distance, he heard footsteps coming closer.

The Impermanent Demon Cat twitched its ears and, with a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, suddenly pounced back into Qiao Mu’s shadow, quickly fading away into nothingness.

"Why does it feel like I have a lazy, not very smart daughter who never goes out?"

Life isn’t easy, sighed Qiao Mu.

At that moment, the prison door opened, and several guards surrounded a middle-aged man in black, who had a furrowed brow.

The middle-aged man in black was about to speak when his eyes caught sight of the woman’s revealing clothes on the ground, causing a slight twitch in the corner of his eye.

"It wasn’t me, I promise it wasn’t me." Qiao Mu opened his eyes wide, and cold sweat started to pour out.

"I can explain if you want to know something, but I really didn’t do it."

Not afraid even if torn to pieces, wanting to remain innocent in this world.

He wasn’t afraid of death, but carrying this stain with him made it difficult to bear.

"Don’t panic, Qiao Zhong. Come with me to the interrogation room first."

A faint smile barely appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man’s mouth.

This person had a stern and serious appearance, with a straight face that gave the impression of being a serious and humorless person. However, his intentional smile at this moment sent chills down the spines of the surrounding wardens.

"Lord Wei En is the best detective in the world, skilled in interrogation and punishment. If Qiao Zhong falls into his hands, it will be much harder than being in our heavenly prison, for sure."

……..

After a moment, inside the interrogation room.

"Qiao Zhong, you’re being so uncooperative. Whenever you mention the so-called Qiao family, you’re vague. Are you trying to force me to use torture?"

Wei En’s gaze was sharp like a knife as he stared intensely at Qiao Mu, exerting a heavy pressure on him.

Wei En was a highly skilled martial artist who had achieved spiritual refinement. His specialties were the most renowned lightness skill in the world and a technique called Eye Attacking, which could only be practiced by spiritual refining martial artists.

The so-called Eye Attacking technique used one’s eyes as a weapon, directly pressuring the enemy with "spirit," achieving victory without fighting.

That’s why he was known as the world’s greatest catcher.

However, when facing Qiao Mu, he felt as if he was punching cotton.

This person had no fear of death or punishment. No matter how brilliant his Eye Attacking technique was, it couldn’t shake this person’s state of mind.

Generally, this kind of situation only happens to martial artists with a strong spirit who practice Spirit Refining, and Qiao Mu’s strong spirit impresses him.

"Indeed, Qiao’s family lives up to its reputation."

Suddenly, a sigh escaped Wei En’s heart.

"It’s a pity that his meridians are severed. Even if he is given top-notch martial arts techniques, how can he cultivate?"

With a book in his embrace, he looked at Qiao Mu with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

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