Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1358 - 405: [Speculation]_3

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Previously on Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!...

Chen Yan witnesses a convenience store robbery. Unfazed by the gunman due to his enhanced physique, Chen Yan lets the robber escape after taking the cash. However, Chen Yan decides to pursue the robber, seeing that the criminal's fate is already sealed.

The thief ducked into a narrow alley, and Chen Yan followed.

The thief entered a pharmacy to buy something, and Chen Yan waited outside.

More than half an hour later, Chen Yan followed the thief to a very rundown neighborhood, watching as the thief walked into a dilapidated house.

Outside, Chen Yan focused his Qi Observation, and once he confirmed that there was only the thief’s presence in the house, he nodded in satisfaction.

Bam!

As Chen Yan kicked open the door, the thief was lying on a hole-filled, battered sofa, holding a lit pipe in his hand, but he hadn’t yet taken a drag. He looked up dazedly at Chen Yan, who had broken in.

Chen Yan smiled at the thief.

A second later, the thief realized what was happening, cursed with an "F" word, and reached beside the sofa, clearly aiming for a gun.

But Chen Yan flashed forward, grabbing the thief’s hand that was reaching for the gun, and applied a light force to his wrist with his fingers.

The thief screamed in agony and was lifted by Chen Yan, then kicked in the stomach, sending him flying to the other side of the sofa and crashing onto the floor.

From this kick, the thief felt as if his intestines had shattered, curling up like a shrimp, lying on the ground, crying out in pain, unable to get up.

Chen Yan walked over, considered for a moment, and picked up the gun on the sofa, checking it and releasing the safety.

"No, no, no!!"

The thief shouted loudly: "Don’t kill me!! Don’t kill me! I’ll give you the money!!"

He reached into his pocket, but Chen Yan walked over and kicked him again.

The money slid out of his pocket, crumpled and scattered all over the ground.

"I beg you, please don’t kill me!" The thief pleaded on the floor: "I’ll give you all my money! And the stuff on the table! It’s all good stuff! You can have it all!"

Seeing Chen Yan unmoved, the thief continued to panic and shouted: "I don’t want to die! I beg you! There’s no point in killing me! You can take all the money and stuff! I promise I won’t cause you any trouble! Really! I swear it’s all true!"

Chen Yan slowly squatted down, pretending to be in a dilemma: "But you’ve already seen my face."

The thief immediately shouted: "I swear! I swear to God!! I’m really bad at this! I can’t tell Asian faces apart at all! Once you walk out that door, I won’t remember your face! I swear! I swear to God!!!

If I’m lying, let God take my life!!!"

Chen Yan chuckled and slowly stood up.

He looked at the gun in his hand but decided to put it away—not because he wanted to spare this guy, but because this is a residential area, and firing the gun might alert the neighbors.

However... the pillow on the sofa could be useful.

Just as Chen Yan put away the gun, a glimmer of malice flashed in the thief’s eyes.

He suddenly jumped up from the floor, producing a knife from somewhere, and lunged at Chen Yan, stabbing the blade furiously toward Chen Yan’s abdomen!

But in the next second, the thief screamed as Chen Yan threw him onto the sofa, pressing a pillow against his face.

The thief didn’t have time to shout before the sound was stifled, and then Chen Yan pressed the pillow with one hand while the other hand gripped the thief’s neck.

Crunch!

The thief lay motionless.

Chen Yan tossed the pillow aside, looking at the dead man on the sofa with his eyes wide open.

He tidied up the scene simply, ensuring he hadn’t left anything of his own behind.

As for fingerprints or such, Chen Yan wasn’t concerned.

Because fingerprints need to match—logically, the United States police fingerprint database must already contain Chen Yan’s fingerprints for them to match what’s found at the scene.

The problem is, the US police database doesn’t have Chen Yan’s fingerprints.

So unless Chen Yan is caught, and the police then compare the fingerprints from the scene, there’s no way to match them up.

In this regard, Chen Yan wasn’t worried. As a cultivator, if he were to be caught by the United States police, he might as well commit suicide.

As for street surveillance...

In a capitalist country like the United States, only wealthy neighborhoods have those kinds of things.

In poor neighborhoods, the police barely patrol, and surveillance equipment is even harder to find. Even if it exists, it’s probably already been destroyed.

After finishing all this, Chen Yan didn’t forget to pick up the crumpled bills from the ground and put them in his pocket.

Even mosquito legs are still meat.

Though he had money, he didn’t have much US dollars after all.

Leaving the house, Chen Yan randomly chose a direction and circled around the street before heading toward the car wash shop.

Having only walked a block, Chen Yan suddenly felt the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi around him slowly gathering towards him.

Originally, he had become accustomed to this over the past few months.

But... this time, just a few seconds later, Chen Yan sensed something was wrong!

There was too much Primordial Qi!!

The dense Qi surrounded him completely, streaming into his body eagerly, then flowed wildly through him!

To Chen Yan’s shock, the Heavenly Dao feedback from killing a single thief was several times more rewarding than yesterday’s bust of a den of drug dealers!

This result made Chen Yan stop in his tracks on the street, instinctively looking down at his body and then back towards the direction of the thief’s house.

Damn!

Did this thief have some hidden, remarkable identity?

Why is the outcome so significant? Killing him brought so much feedback from the Heavenly Dao?

In just one go, Chen Yan’s cultivation advanced significantly!

From high-level First Realm to the Peak of the First Realm, he took a solid step forward!

According to Chen Yan’s estimation, if he got the feedback from the likes of this "thief" once more, he would be hopeful for achieving Peak of the First Realm, perhaps even breaking into the Second Realm!!

"This doesn’t make sense! A low-tier thief, and only one life, how is the feedback bigger than multiple drug dealers?"

With this thought swirling in Chen Yan’s mind, his feet started moving again, quickly making his way back to the car wash.

The vehicle was ready for him, and Chen Yan easily paid and drove away.

After driving two blocks...

At a red light, Chen Yan noticed a couple seemingly arguing on the sidewalk outside his car window.

The man pulled the woman, shouting loudly: "I swear to God, I really haven’t..."

Suddenly, a flash of insight hit Chen Yan!!

Swear!

That dead thief made a bunch of oaths before being killed, begging for his life!

He said he wouldn’t cause trouble and claimed he couldn’t remember the faces of Asians!

He said, if he perjured, God should take his life!

Then...