Immortal Fate!

Immortal Fate!

Chen Wang smiled. "How did Senior Zhou know female cultivators have such delicate skin?"

The bald old man froze, then laughed and cursed, "You little brat, you're slyly wicked!"

Chen Wang chatted idly with the bald old man for a while.

Seeing that the talismans in the old man's hand held no new varieties, Chen Wang felt no urgent desire to buy any. He already had a Golden Bell Talisman with extremely high defensive power. What he needed now was a talisman to protect the soul, or an offensive talisman.

Yet the bald old man's talismans were all auxiliary types. He had not sold another Golden Bell Talisman, and the only offensive talismans were low-grade beginner talismans, worth two Spirit Stones.

Chen Wang, who had always spent lavishly whenever he bought things in the Great Winter World, could not help but hesitate. "Should I buy a low-grade beginner offensive talisman to keep on hand, or save up and buy a mid-grade or high-grade talisman later?"

Chen Wang considered it briefly, then decided to give up.

Saving Spirit Stones had once seemed endlessly far away, but now his success rate in drawing talismans was growing higher and higher. Given a little more time, he could absolutely afford a mid-grade beginner offensive talisman.

Chen Wang looked at the bald old man. "Senior Zhou, when will you have mid-grade beginner offensive talismans?"

The bald old man took a swig of wine and said drunkenly, "You brat, can you afford one?"

Chen Wang thought for a moment. "I want to buy one. I'm saving up."

He did not make it sound too absolute. If Old Zhou immediately pulled one from his robes and he could not afford it, would that not offend the old man?

The bald old man grinned. "Instead of going to a pleasure house to listen to music when you have money, you're saving it to buy talismans. Fine. You're a bit like me when I was young."

Chen Wang smiled. "As smart as you were when you were young?"

The bald old man shook his head. "Like I was when I was young—clueless about romance!"

Chen Wang: "..."

The bald old man thought for a moment. "There'll be mid-grade offensive talismans in the next few days. But if someone else wants to buy them, I won't save them for you."

Chen Wang hurriedly said, "Of course."

Upon hearing that, he immediately decided to go home and get to work. Sleep? What sleep? Draw talismans and save money! After chatting with the bald old man a while longer, he continued deeper into the Market.

Chen Wang saw the items on one stall and gave a soft exclamation. "Good heavens!"

The stall owner was a thin young man dressed in black, with dark skin.

His eyes were exceptionally bright, making him seem like a very clever young man. Yet he was covered in travel dust, with unkempt stubble. Several strange-looking objects lay on his stall.

There was a Bronze Short Sword, a Bronze Tiger Tally, Bronze Ware, a Bronze Plate, and a Bronze Tree with an exaggerated, grotesque design...

Chen Wang was somewhat curious. "Boss, how much are these?"

The things usually traded in the Market were talismans, pills, and magical artifacts. Such dirt-covered Bronze Ware was exceedingly rare.

The young man in black said, "I don't really understand them either. I dug them all out of Green Crane True Immortal's Tomb. If you like them, Fellow Daoist, take one for three Spirit Stones."

Green Crane True Immortal had been an expert of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Naturally, the objects buried with him were no ordinary items.

In the Cultivation World, tales of hidden treasures being discovered had always circulated. A child of destiny might pick up a cultivation skill hidden within a fragment from a street stall, or a broken piece of a high-grade magical artifact.

Or perhaps encounter an old grandpa inside a ring, one who could impart cultivation skills and guide one's cultivation. Tales like these were immensely alluring.

Chen Wang was clear-headed. Hearing this, he clicked his tongue. "Three Spirit Stones?"

Even a low-grade beginner offensive talisman sold for only two Spirit Stones. Only particularly powerful special low-grade talismans could sell for three. Yet these Bronze Ware items gave off no spiritual energy fluctuations at all, and they still cost three Spirit Stones! Seeing that Chen Wang was uninterested, the young man in black hurriedly said, "These were burial objects from Green Crane True Immortal's Tomb. Perhaps they were ancient items he obtained elsewhere, at least several hundred years old. As for what secrets they hold, this brother truly has no energy left to investigate. Take a look, Fellow Daoist, and see whether any catch your eye. Cultivation is all about fate."

Good heavens... Chen Wang shook his head and kept his distance. If he had that kind of fate, he would not be a Rogue Cultivator scraping by at the bottom of the Cultivation World.

He would have long ago found a peerless cultivation skill and supreme-grade pills, achieved Foundation Establishment, condensed a Golden Core, and climbed all the way to the pinnacle of life!

Although Chen Wang was uninterested, several people nearby were selecting items around the stall. There were not only young cultivators, but older ones as well.

Chen Wang himself was an exceptionally intelligent person. Having injected the Mind Adept Gene Serum, his senses were far stronger than those of ordinary people. Combined with his Eagle Eye, everyone's reactions fell clearly into his sight. Some feigned calmness, some were lost and clueless, and some were preparing to find hidden treasure. There were not many people, but it was a veritable panorama of all living beings.

People still need dreams. What if they come true?

Chen Wang thought.

Then he decisively turned and left.

In his previous life, he had never bought lottery tickets. Whenever he saw news about jackpot winners going onstage to claim their prizes, they were always wearing masks and covering themselves tightly. He had never believed it.

When he occasionally visited antique markets, he only looked and never bought.

The schemes nowadays were too complicated. To satisfy people's desire to find hidden treasure, they deliberately left some flaws—real and fake mingled together, false enough to seem real. Such methods were even harder to distinguish in the Cultivation World.

He bought some Demon Beast Meat, then bought some rice.

Demon Beast Meat contained faint spiritual energy, as well as a certain power of vital blood. Vital blood generally improved one's physique. For the Chen Wang of the past, it had been a luxury.

For the Chen Wang of today... it was still a luxury.

He could only buy some occasionally to change up his meals.

After stewing the meat and eating it, Chen Wang felt a warm force enter his body. His kidneys seemed filled with power and vitality, and his entire body brimmed with energy! "This is far more nourishing than any deer blood or tiger whip."

He lowered his head to look at a certain change in his body and could not help but sigh.

Unfortunately, although he now possessed a Sea Stabilizing Divine Needle, he had no mind to subdue female demons. Instead, his thoughts immediately turned to trade between the two worlds.

If I can establish trade between the two worlds and exchange resources, perhaps I'll grow rapidly in a short time.

Chen Wang thought.

But after another thought, he smiled. "Sure enough, a person cannot be too full of vigor. This idea is dangerous! What's more likely is that I'll be sliced up for research or have my soul searched in no time."

At that moment, voices outside suddenly grew noisy, and cultivators cried out in alarm.

"Someone found a Foundation Establishment Skill and a Foundation Establishment Pill in Green Crane True Immortal's Tomb!"

Those words were like a bomb thrown into still water. With a boom, the commotion outside erupted, everyone talking over one another. Chen Wang looked up in astonishment.

"A Foundation Establishment Pill and a Foundation Establishment Skill?"