Hearing Lu Xiu's words, Chen Lin gave him a long, searching look.
"What makes them special?"
Lu Xiu lowered his voice further.
"They're descendants of the True Martial Marquis, one of Liang Country's founding heroes. While I was being transported, I happened to overhear them talking. They said they'd hidden a treasure somewhere."
"I don't need treasure."
Chen Lin answered indifferently.
Then he continued walking.
Never mind whether the man's story was reliable-even if the treasure existed, he couldn't possibly go looking for it in Qi Country.
"My lord, there are rumors in Qi Country that the True Martial Marquis broke through to a mysterious realm and ascended to the Outer World. This treasure might well contain the secret of his ascension!"
"Those stories of ascension are all rumors. Don't take them seriously."
Chen Lin remained unmoved.
The martial artists of this world were divided into three stages: ordinary martial artists, Grandmasters, and Great Grandmasters. Great Grandmasters, however, were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, figures seldom encountered.
Legend had it that once Great Grandmasters cultivated to the utmost limit, they could ascend in broad daylight to a higher plane of cultivation.
But these were merely rumors passed from mouth to mouth. No one had witnessed it firsthand.
Besides.
He couldn't practice this world's cultivation techniques, nor was he from here. Even if ascension were possible, it would do him no good.
Seeing this, the old man said no more.
He was only a servant now, with no right to influence his master's thoughts. With a slave seal tattooed on his forehead, making the long journey back would be difficult, and he had nowhere left to return to anyway.
After making a circuit of the market.
Chen Lin bought four more young girls, then left.
Qi Country had