He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 13, Second Request for a Title, Staying at Aunt Liu's House

As he said those words, the skinny monkey suddenly felt a little dizzy, as if he was about to faint.

But the next moment, a laugh pulled him back to reality.

"Hahaha……"

Qin Chuan chuckled twice and patted him on the shoulder.

The skinny monkey shrank back when he was slapped, not daring to breathe.

Qin Chuan tidied up the money on the table, stuffed the coins into a cloth bag with a clatter, tied the bag tightly, and tucked it into his pocket.

"Alright, you guys can rest now."

After saying that, he turned and left towards the door.

The door creaked shut, and the footsteps faded into the distance.

The skinny monkey stood there, stunned for a long while, before slowly coming back to his senses.

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After leaving the gathering place,

Qin Chuan opened his profession panel.

[Collecting money as a gift, thug experience +1]

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[Bullying others, thug experience +2]

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[Occupation: Transport Thief]

[Level: lv1 (52/500)]

[Professional Skills: Obtaining Titles, Perceiving Luck]

Occupation: Thug

[Level: lv1 (18/100)]

[Professional Skill: Bullying]

Compared to before,

The biggest change is in the proficiency of the "thug" profession, which has increased from 0 points to 18 points.

Qin Chuan's actions inside that dilapidated house were all intentional.

He was conducting an experiment.

To test whether my actions would actually earn me experience points for the thug profession.

Judging from the results, it was pretty much as he had expected.

The path to advancement for this "thug" profession, to put it bluntly, is to bully the weak and fear the strong, to borrow the power of others, and to extort money.

It's not something to be proud of, but in this world, as long as it works, that's enough.

The proficiency level for the "Transportation Thief" profession has also increased by one point.

The reason, of course, is that when Qin Chuan asked the skinny monkey that question before leaving, he used the "Demand for a Title" skill.

His reasoning was simple: revenge.

Back then, Skinny Monkey reported to Zhou Bapi that he had asked for two taels of silver.

If it weren't for Wang the Cripple alerting him and him realizing something was wrong, he would have promptly handed over the silver.

To make an example of him, Zhou Bapi would definitely beat him to death.

Skinny Monkey certainly understood this, but he still said it out loud.

That kid is no good person!

Qin Chuan was not a great philanthropist; he believed in repaying kindness with kindness and repaying evil with evil.

Since that skinny monkey wanted to kill him, Qin Chuan naturally couldn't let him go so easily, which is why he asked him for a title.

Firstly, it was for revenge.

Secondly, it was also to further verify the effect of this "Demand for Conferment" skill.

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We arrived at the clinic.

Qin Chuan pushed open the door and entered the house.

Zhou Bapi was still the same as before, lying on his sickbed.

"Master Zhou, the wedding gifts for today have all been collected." Qin Chuan took out a money bag from his pocket, held it with both hands, and handed it to Zhou the Skinflint.

Zhou Bapi took the money bag, weighed it in his hand, then poured it into the box next to him and began counting the money.

After a while,

Seeing that the number was correct, he nodded: "Okay, not bad. Has anyone caused trouble?"

"No." Qin Chuan shook his head. "Everyone has been behaving themselves since they heard that you, Master Zhou, are still in charge of this area."

These words pleased Zhou Bapi. He nodded, his gaze sweeping over Qin Chuan, pausing briefly on his worn blue cotton shirt, and narrowed his eyes: "Changed your clothes?"

Qin Chuan looked down at his attire and smiled, "Master Zhou gave me this job, so I can't dress like a beggar anymore. It would be a disgrace to Master Zhou."

Zhou Bapi remained silent for a moment, then hummed in agreement, said nothing more, and closed his eyes.

Qin Chuan knew he was about to rest, so he said goodbye and left.

Leaving the clinic,

Qin Chuan arrived at Sanjing Lane.

This is the alley where Aunt Liu lives.

When we arrived at Aunt Liu's door, candlelight was still on inside.

Qin Chuan knocked on the door, and then Aunt Liu's voice came from inside.

"They're here!"

A moment later,

The sound of a bolt rattling came from inside.

Then Aunt Liu appeared before Qin Chuan.

"You've come at just the right time, kid. I just finished tidying up your room." Before Qin Chuan could reply, Aunt Liu pulled him inside, closed the door behind her, and the latch clicked shut.

She tugged at Qin Chuan's sleeve, pulling him across the courtyard and towards a house in the corner.

The courtyard is small, paved with blue bricks, and an old tree grows in the corner.

A wooden frame was erected on the courtyard wall, where several pieces of coarse cloth clothes were hung to dry, and some firewood was piled up neatly against the wall.

"This room has been empty for a while," Aunt Liu said as she walked. "It used to be where my husband stored his odds and ends. After he left, I was too lazy to clean it, so it's just been empty. Today I spent some time throwing things away and cleaning, and finally made room for you."

She pushed open the door of the house, took out a tinderbox from her bosom, blew on it twice, and lit the oil lamp on the table.

The candlelight flickered a few times, then slowly brightened, illuminating the room.

It wasn't big, only about ten steps square, with a wooden plank bed against the wall, covered with a clean straw mat and neatly folded bedding.

A worn-out table with peeling paint sat by the window, on which sat a rough ceramic teapot and a teacup.

There was a wooden crate standing in the corner, used to store clothes and other miscellaneous items.

The floor was swept clean, and even the cobwebs in the corners were removed.

"The conditions are simple, please don't mind." Aunt Liu put away the tinderbox, turned to look at Qin Chuan, and said with a hint of embarrassment, "It can't compare to those restaurants and inns..."

Qin Chuan shook his head: "Aunt Liu, this is already very good."

Aunt Liu stood at the door, wiped her hands on her apron, looked at him, and suddenly sighed.

"I've lived in this house for over twenty years." Aunt Liu's voice lowered, as if she were talking to Qin Chuan, or perhaps to herself. "When my husband and I moved in, this yard was still very new, the paint on the walls hadn't even peeled off. My husband was a carpenter, quite skilled, and had a good reputation on this street. Everyone would come to him to make a cabinet or repair a bench."

She paused, her gaze falling on the old tree outside the window, as if looking into a very, very far place.

"Later, he got into trouble with a gang in the city." Aunt Liu's voice was flat. "Those guys came to his shop to collect 'protection money.' He was young and hot-blooded back then, and he thought the 'protection money' was too much, so he refused to pay and argued with them. That night, the shop was burned down, and both of his legs were broken. He was left at the alley entrance. When they carried him back, he was still barely alive. He lay in bed for three days and three nights, gritting his teeth and holding on until he saw me and the children one last time before he passed away."

Qin Chuan remained silent and did not speak.

Aunt Liu sniffed, rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, and her voice regained some strength: "After my husband passed away, I raised my child alone. I thought my life would just be like this forever, but I never expected my son to be so promising. He did well in school, and his teacher said he was bright and had a knack for studying. I gritted my teeth and supported him for several years, doing all sorts of hardship, washing clothes, sewing shoe soles, and running a wonton stall."

Her tone suddenly brightened: "The year before last, he passed the imperial examination and became a scholar."

"A scholar?" Qin Chuan looked up, somewhat surprised.

"Hmm." Aunt Liu nodded, a hint of undisguised pride on her lips. "But it's still a long way off. A scholar only has the title of Xiucai; he's far from becoming an official. To become a Juren, one must first pass the provincial examination, and only after passing the provincial examination is one qualified to go to the capital to take the Jinshi examination. He's currently studying in the provincial capital under a famous teacher, and he only comes back once or twice a year."

Her voice lowered, carrying a hint of unspoken emotion, "Every time he comes back, he's lost weight. He says it's from studying too hard. I tell him not to push himself so hard, but he won't listen."

"Aunt Liu," Qin Chuan said, "your son will pass the imperial examination and become a Jinshi."

Aunt Liu looked at him, her eyes slightly red, and didn't say anything. Then she patted Qin Chuan's shoulder: "Alright, that's enough. You should get some rest; you'll be busy early tomorrow morning."

She turned to leave, but stopped at the door and turned back. "Oh, right, I left you a bowl of porridge on the stove. You can heat it up and eat it. There's hot water in the kettle; help yourself if you're thirsty."

"Aunt Liu," Qin Chuan called out to her.

Aunt Liu turned around.

Qin Chuan looked at her, wanting to say something, his lips moved, but in the end he shook his head: "It's nothing, you should get some rest."

Aunt Liu glanced at him, didn't ask any more questions, turned around and left, closing the door behind her.