Jiang Ping An flashed beneath the ancient tree Ding Han was leaning against.
"Are you sure you'll sell me that beast hide for just five hundred Spirit King Pills?" he asked again.
"I... I'm sure."
Ding Han gritted his teeth. Swallowing his reluctance and heartache, he pulled an old, darkened beast hide from his robes and handed it over.
If he had not been trapped in a desperate situation and urgently needed resources to save his life, he could never have brought himself to part with it.
Jiang Ping An looked at the seemingly ordinary hide and quietly activated the World Eye, trying to examine the rules and information within it.
Then something made his heart jolt.
A peculiar power of rules hung around the hide like a thin mist, completely cutting off his probe!
His World Eye could pierce through many high-level rules. It was rare for him to encounter something he could not see through.
The power surrounding this hide was clearly of an extremely high level—high enough to block his sight!
"What's recorded inside this hide?"
Jiang Ping An suppressed his surprise and asked with a calm expression.
Ancient hides like this usually recorded cultivation methods, secret arts, maps, or similar information.
Ding Han pressed one hand tightly against his heaving chest and answered between gasps:
"I... I don't know either. I've had it for years and tried every method I could think of, but no writing or image has ever appeared on it."
After obtaining the hide, he had tried dripping blood on it, soaking it in water, roasting it over fire, and probing it with divine sense. Nothing had worked. It had shown no reaction at all.
It looked like nothing more than an ordinary piece of old leather.
Yet its toughness was astonishing. Even