Burial Immortal Ruins, Wooden Fish Mountain.
Fang Yan strolled casually along the street. As he looked around, the dazzling array of treasures left him overwhelmed, and his heart burned hot.
After a while, he suddenly stopped in front of a street stall at the corner, his eyes fixed blankly on a string of coin swords placed at the edge of the stall, while stormy waves surged through his mind.
"The Five Emperors Divine Coin Sword?! How could it be here? Wasn't it taken into the Spirit World by True Lord Chu long ago?"
The stall owner was a furred, horned Demon Cultivator. The moment it saw a customer stop, it immediately greeted him warmly. "Fellow Daoist, what treasure has caught your eye? All the treasures here are being sold at bargain prices. I guarantee you won't lose out after buying."
Fang Yan had just been about to speak after hearing this when someone suddenly patted him lightly on the shoulder.
His expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly turned his head to look behind him. He saw a gentle and refined Middle-aged Scholar looking at him with a beaming smile.
"Who are you, sir? Why did you just..." Fang Yan looked at the other party warily and asked in a cold voice.
"Heh heh. This Old Man saw that you had good fortune shining over your head, so I came forward to borrow a bit of that festive luck. There is nothing more now. Farewell!"
Before his words had even fallen, the Middle-aged Scholar suddenly vanished into thin air without a trace.
"Hmph, what a strange person!" Fang Yan was utterly confused and could not help muttering under his breath.
Yet just as he lowered his head, he suddenly discovered that a milky-white Jade Slip had inexplicably appeared in his arms.