Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning

Chapter 188: Chapter 131: Thief

It is night!

The small town beside the river pier is now in a state of absolute silence.

Su Mo is sitting cross-legged in the room, his inner breath circulating through the various acupoints in his body, moving in cycles and transporting the Circulation.

Suddenly, his ears twitch slightly; he opens his eyes, a touch of surprise as he looks up at the roof.

There are footsteps on the roof, the sound extremely light.

Had Su Mo’s Inner Strength training not been profound, he would have hardly discerned it; evidently, this person’s Qinggong was extraordinary.

The footsteps on the roof paused only briefly before moving to the edge of the eaves, followed by a somersault descent.

In the moment the other party descended, Su Mo suddenly flipped over and lay down, casually covering himself with the blanket.

The movements of both were nearly synchronized, so quiet they did not even stir the dust.

The figure outside the window hung from the eaves, extended a finger, licked it, and then pointed it towards the window. After wetting it, he poked a hole through the window.

Peeking inside, he scanned the room and seemed to take in the layout of everything before retracting his head satisfactorily.

Su Mo, with half-closed eyes, looks towards the window, and sees a bamboo tube being inserted through the window hole.

Following this, a wisp of smoke is sent in slowly.

It seems to be mixed with Inner Strength, and in almost an instant, the smoke fills the entire room.

After doing this, the figure withdrew the bamboo tube and shrank back to the roof, seemingly waiting quietly for the smoke to take effect.

At this moment, Su Mo quietly sits up, with a blink he is already at the door, his hand opening it, followed by a sweep of the palm wind. His Inner Strength whirls through the room in an instant.

The smoke in the room is swept up and all driven outside.

Su Mo then releases his breath, which he had been holding, but can still detect a hint of the smoke’s scent.

He can’t help but be stunned, “Five Confusion Powder?”

This substance is a kind of lowly smoke powder on Jianghu, not worthy of esteem.

But to say it is ineffective would not be accurate. Even a master of the Inner Family, if carelessly inhaling a significant amount of Five Confusion Powder, could be knocked unconscious.

And who typically employs this stuff?

Thieves who slide through doors and pick locks, great thieves who travel thousands of miles alone.

Jianghu has its own set of rules, and only these two types are universally despised.

The former might still be passable, but as for the latter, not to mention people of the Righteous Path, even those on the Evil Path look down on such individuals.

Su Mo didn’t expect that within the territory of the Heavenly Blade Sect, his journey had been smooth without any disturbances. Yet, after crossing the Hui River, someone would actually use Five Confusion Powder against him.

He shakes his head lightly, returns to the bed, and covers himself with the blanket.

Five Confusion Powder is not fatal—it at most causes one to fall into a deep, unwakeable sleep.

Might as well lie here and wait a bit to see what the intruder’s objective is.

The person on the roof is quite strong in Qinggong, and without being absolutely certain he could capture the invader, Su Mo can only lure the enemy deeper.

The individual on the roof seems to be able to contain their impatience.

After about the time it takes to drink one pot of tea, the figure resumes action, hangs themselves from the eaves, and casually pulls out a dagger, inserting it into the window to lift the latch.

With a push, the window is thus opened.

Yet not rushing in, the figure instead takes out something and flicks it with a finger onto the table, making a clinking sound.

Seeing no reaction from Su Mo, the figure then leaps into the room.

A sniff of the nose, laced with surprise: “How did the scent of the Five Confusion Powder disappear so quickly this time?”

However, seeing Su Mo lying there motionless, he sets his mind at ease.

“Young hero? Su, the Chief of the Escort?”

He speaks softly, brazen enough to sit down by Su Mo’s bedside, glances at Su Mo, “Nothing more than this; Jianghu isn’t just about fighting and killing. Just a simple trick and you couldn’t resist. It seems that this trip to the Five Directions Gathering was merely a fear of the renown you brought from Xuanji Valley.

“But the old man here doesn’t take you into his eyes, just has to pluck a hair from the tiger’s mouth.”

As he speaks, he reaches out as if to pluck Su Mo’s hair, his hand twirling momentarily before retracting, “Forget it, if I actually woke you up, that would be a big trouble. Five Confusion Powder, after all, is not as effective on people with high Inner Strength.”

After saying this, he rises to his feet and begins to rummage through Su Mo’s luggage.

Little does he know that at this moment, Su Mo has already opened his eyes and is standing behind him, watching from above as he searches.

A bit confounding to him is the thief’s choice of apparel – a set of night clothes as white as snow, possibly concealing some mystery within.

In just a moment, the thief finds a small chest.

There’s a lock on the chest, the key on Su Mo’s person, but the thief does not go back to Su Mo. Instead, he plucks a strand of hair, and with a use of Inner Strength, the strand instantly stiffens like wire.

Inserted into the lock, casually manipulated a couple of times, a click is heard, and the lock on the chest is opened.

The eyes of the petty thief gleam with joy for a moment, he opens the chest, rifling through the silver notes and jewels inside, stuffing them into his pocket, and then takes the Mandarin Duck List in his hands.

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