Who Let Him Cultivate?!
Chapter 1231 - 1230: Haunted?

"Master, since you're so rich, why did you even join the Thief Sect?" Fang Ning didn't understand. "Is it a hobby?"

Fang Ning had never been rich, but he'd heard that wealthy people often do things beyond ordinary folks' comprehension because of boredom.

The Thief King sighed, "A hobby my ass, I was the Thief King first before I was reluctantly made the president of the Trade Union."

"What do you mean?" Fang Ning didn't understand.

"You must have heard plenty about my legend, so I won't bore you with my early life experiences."

"Mhmm." As a member of the Thief Sect, who hasn't heard of the Thief King's legend?

Tales like "Night Exploration of the Imperial Palace," "Stealing Heaven and Changing Day," and "Seal Mysterious Trace" were countless. But ever since the Thief King declared that he'd steal from the Land Money Trade Association headquarters, he had vanished without a trace, and no one heard of him ever again.

"Back then, I had reached the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, was full of pride and believed there was nowhere I couldn't go, nothing I couldn't steal."

"Especially after I smoothly snuck into the Great Xia Palace and left undetected, I didn't take anyone seriously. I even announced my thefts beforehand, and despite their utmost vigilance, they were powerless against me, only able to watch helplessly as I stole whatever I desired."

"There's a rule in the Thief Sect ancestors' teachings, forbidding members from targeting the Land Money Trade Association."

"At that time, I was the number one thief in the world and didn't take the ancestors' teachings seriously."

"Then I snuck into the Land Money Trade Association to steal and bumped into the old man."

"Who is the old man?"

At this point, the Thief King couldn't help but cover his face, probably the most embarrassing and unfortunate event of his life: "The Thief Ancestor."

"After he got the title of Thief Ancestor, he washed his hands of his old ways and founded the Land Money Trade Association."

"Had I known the Land Money Trade Association was his, I must have been out of my mind to steal from there!"

Fang Ning: "..."

One could imagine the master's emotions.

Everything the master knew was the Thief Ancestor's old tricks. Stealing under the nose of the Thief Ancestor was like showing off one's slight skill before an expert.

No wonder the Thief Sect's ancestors' teachings explicitly forbade theft against the Land Money Trade Association—it was a regulation left by the Thief Ancestor.

"Seeing my potential, the Thief Ancestor let me become the president to manage the Trade Union for him."

"So that's how it was... but wait, master, wasn't the Thief Ancestor a figure from 60,000 years ago? How is he still alive?"

Could someone at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage live for that long?

"Of course, the Transcendance Tribulation Stage cannot live that long, but the catch is, the old man is a Semi-Immortal, even possessing the outline of the Speed Dao Fruit."

Every time the Thief King thought about the Thief Ancestor mastering the outline of the Speed Dao Fruit, he felt like banging his head against the wall.

He was skilled at speed, sure, but no matter how skilled, could he match the speed of the Dao Fruit Outline?

His rapid movements were like slow motion in front of the Thief Ancestor.

"What exactly is the Dao Fruit Outline?"

"I've told you a bit too much already. Your Realm is not sufficient, and knowing too much now could make you overly ambitious. You'd better master the skills I've taught you first."

...

"We've been constables for a month now; shouldn't there be some ghosts popping up by now?" Meng Jingzhou, dutiful at his post, was patrolling Quyi County.

Although the two constables had risen in rank with Man Gu to county level, they still remembered their roots and persisted in patrolling the streets.

"Is it possible that there were originally ghosts at the cemetery but they were eaten as snacks by the female Dry Corpse?" Lu Yang speculated.

"That can't be right, do zombies have a habit of eating little ghosts?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you. I don't understand zombies either."

"How about we go ask the female Dry Corpse at Corpse Chasing Sect after work?"

"Sounds good."

As they were chatting, Lu Yang suddenly gestured, and Meng Jingzhou tactfully shut up, choosing to communicate via Spiritual Sense instead.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Yang pointed down the street ahead: "Something's up."

The midnight streets were deserted, but not far from them, several fuzzy figures were standing in pairs or groups, conversing.

Meng Jingzhou blinked in surprise, noting the puzzled expression on those figures.

"Are they ghosts? But that can't be right. If there were ghosts, I would feel their Yin Energy. Why can't I sense anything?"

Meng Jingzhou was highly sensitive to Yin Energy and Yang Qi, yet he couldn't sense any life force from these people at all.

Could it be that they are neither human nor ghost?

The two felt that the situation wasn't ordinary, so they concealed their presence and quietly approached the figures.

"The ritual is nearly complete, make sure you don't screw up at the critical moment."

"Don't worry, have we ever let you down? There won't be any issues."

"Let's hope so."

Lu Yang and his companion listened to their conversation, puzzled by what they heard. What ritual?

"Who are you people?" Lu Yang and his companion dropped their Concealment Technique and asked the figures with a frown.

But these people acted as if they could not see Lu Yang and his companion at all, continuing to converse among themselves.

Lu Yang reached out to touch these people, but his hand passed right through, visible but intangible.

"What's going on here? An illusion?" Meng Jingzhou furrowed his brow; in all his years of wandering, he had never encountered such a situation before.

Lu Yang shook his head: "It's not that, don't forget what my Cultivation Technique is. An illusion can't fool me."

Despite his words, Lu Yang was also unsure about the situation.

It was as if these people weren't really there.

"Immortal Fairy, what's happening here?" Lu Yang had to admit his inexperience and sought help from Immortal Fairy Eternity.

"Oh, this is a Space Projection," Immortal Fairy Eternity indeed knew the reason.

"Space Projection?"

"It happens when a Space Crack appears and the people in that space are standing right atop it, casting part of their projection here."

"The true bodies of these people are in another space. Of course, you can't touch them."

"Are Space Projections rare?" Lu Yang considered how many Secret Realms he had been through and how many spaces he had seen. His Green Peak Sword even came with a small space of its own, yet he had never encountered a Space Projection before.

Immortal Fairy Eternity nodded: "Quite rare. Immortal has only seen it a few times."

Shock crossed Lu Yang's face; indeed, the occurrence was very uncommon.

"Mainly because only unstable spaces with cracks can cause a Space Projection, and spaces become unstable when the Cultivator building them lacks the necessary skill."

"Usually, Cultivators are aware of their level, whether they are good at the Space Skill or not. Those who are skilled build spaces, those who aren't skilled, don't."

"It is rare to see someone who is unaware of their own level and dares to haphazardly build spaces."

"The hauntings the Barbarian lad spoke of must be the Space Projections, which have been occurring for four months now."

"After four months, the master of that space is still unaware of the Space Crack; you can imagine his skill level."

The figures still caught up in the Space Projection were talking.

"Don't worry, the official ritual will definitely have no issues. Look, we've conducted a trial run of the ritual every month, four times now, isn't every time a success?"

Lu Yang: "..."

I think your trial runs weren't very successful.