Only Those Old Monsters Deserved to Make This Old Man Frown-Are You a Monster Too?

In the end, the boy bought the Fire Talisman for one Spirit Stone.

Qin Wangchuan also learned his name— Pang Jie.

Watching his departing figure, Qin Wangchuan was tidying up the Talisman Paper on his stall when he suddenly heard a sigh from beside him.

"Young friend, you shouldn't have given him that talisman."

He glanced to the side and saw the old fortune teller next door.

The other person's stall was not far away in the morning, but business wasn't very good.

The old man was dressed in a gray robe, his face gaunt, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if they could see right through people's hearts.

Qin Wangchuan's expression remained unchanged; he simply asked, "Why?"

The old man stroked his beard, his gaze distant. "That child's fate is sealed. If he insists on revenge, he will surely die."

Seeing that Qin Wangchuan remained silent, the old man shook his head again and said:

"Knowing you're extraordinary, I won't hide it from you."

With a flick of his sleeve, he exuded a subtle, otherworldly aura of power.

"I am not from this world. I came here only to make a bet with someone to see how that child will fight back after suffering so much oppression."

"If he can endure humiliation and bear the burden, I will take him as my disciple and teach him the Heaven-Reaching Method."

"If he insists on revenge..."

The old man paused, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

"I lost a bet and a disciple."

After listening, Qin Wangchuan remained calm, only asking, "Since you knew he was doomed, why didn't you stop me when I sold him the talisman?"

The old man shook his head. "Heavenly Secrets cannot be reversed; this is also his tribulation."

Immediately, his gaze fell on Qin Wangchuan, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"But you..."

"No trajectory can be calculated; it seems to exist yet not exist, as if it should never have been in this world."

"Who... who are you?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Wangchuan's lips curled slightly, and a deep glint flashed in his eyes.

"Talisman Dao Rogue Cultivator, Qing Wangchuan."

"Qin?"

The old man was taken aback, then asked, "Could it be that Qin?"

It's Qing, not Qin.

As he spoke, Qin Wangchuan gave the other person a deep look.

The other party's attitude clearly came from the Upper Realm, and might even be from the Ten Directions Immortal Court.

However, the old man also noticed Qin Wangchuan's calm demeanor.

"It seems that I am not the only 'outsider' in this world."

Qin Wangchuan remained noncommittal, simply continuing to tidy up his stall.

The old man said no more, but as he turned to leave, he looked in the direction Pang Jie had gone and sighed and shook his head.

"What a pity... what a pity..."

Qin Wangchuan gazed at his retreating figure, his eyes shimmering like a galaxy.

"The old monster has been cultivating for too long; he needs to find some fun things to do."

"It seems like they're acting in his best interests, but in essence, they're still arrogant and manipulating everyone."

"Not bad, but not exactly a good person either."

Will I become like this someday?

He shook his head again as he thought about it.

Standing here now is Qing Wangchuan, a rogue Rogue Cultivator who sells talismans.

After accumulating some Spirit Stone, you can set off to travel to the next place.

The next day, as dawn broke and the morning mist had not yet completely dissipated.

"Check-in."

[Congratulations, host! You have received a Tier 3 reward: Heavenly Rank Cultivation Method...]

Upon hearing the words "Heavenly Rank Cultivation Method," Qin Wangchuan closed the system panel with little interest. "Another trash cultivation technique. I'd rather have some Spirit Stone as a reward; at least I can use them now."

Qing Wangchuan comes from a poor family, so it's normal for him to lack Spirit Stone.

The first day of thinking about Spirit Stone.

Shaking his head, he got up and pushed open the creaking wooden window of the inn, letting in a rush of crisp, clean air.

Unlike the Ten Directions Immortal Court, the air here carries the unique scent of a small town, a mixture of cooking smoke and damp cobblestones.

Cultivators still occasionally flew by in the sky.

Scattered voices could be heard from the street downstairs, mostly vendors heading to the early market and hunters preparing to leave the city.

Qin Wangchuan descended the narrow stairs. The innkeeper—a lean middle-aged man—was yawning and fiddling with an abacus. Upon seeing him come down, a professional smile immediately spread across his face.

"Young master, you're up very early. Was business good yesterday?"

The shopkeeper had clearly noticed what he had seen at his street stall the day before.

"Just trying to make a living. I was lucky yesterday, but I might not be able to afford your place today." Qin Wangchuan's lips curled up slightly, a faint smile on his face.

The innkeeper chuckled at his words and quickly waved his hand, "How could that be! Young sir, you're too kind! How could someone of your stature sleep on the streets?"

"If you really can't afford to stay here, my little shop can give you credit for a few days."

"Young Master, you'd better be careful, lest you overturn someone else's stove again."

The news spread quickly, and the attitude was excellent.

Everyone who has met him is awestruck by his transcendent aura, instinctively suppressing any disrespect, let alone speaking rudely—it is an instinctive reverence, like an ordinary person gazing at the bright moon, or an ant facing the vast ocean.

Qin Wangchuan nodded slightly, said nothing more, and turned to leave the inn.

That's the advantage of having a beautiful face. Would you get this treatment if you changed your makeup?

On the way to the Old Scholar Tree stall, we happened to pass by the fortune teller's stall from yesterday.

The old man in the gray robe was already seated behind him, his eyes closed in meditation, as if he were isolated from the surrounding noise.

His stall remained deserted, a stark contrast to Qin Wangchuan's bustling scene yesterday, which, despite its ups and downs, at least attracted some customers.

Hearing footsteps, the old man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Qin Wangchuan, a barely perceptible hint of inquiry flashing in his deep eyes.

He spoke first, his voice carrying a hint of certainty. "Since you're here, young friend, why not have your fortune told?"

Their words seemed to confirm that Qin Wangchuan would sit down and have his fortune told.

Qin Wangchuan didn't stop walking, but merely glanced at the old man, a half-smile playing on his lips, "I don't have any extra Spirit Stone."

"Don't worry, I don't need Spirit Stone."

Only after hearing this did Qin Wangchuan approach.

His purpose was certainly not to divine the future, but rather because he knew the person before him couldn't possibly divine anything.

But he has a problem.

"Since you've come with a purpose, why not show yourself and offer guidance instead of sitting idly by and watching your 'calamity' unfold?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes flashed with a sharp light, but then returned to their usual calm. He shook his head and sighed softly, "Fate is such, it cannot be forced. I merely observe the game, I do not participate." He paused, then added meaningfully, "But you, young friend, appear to be involved, yet you are actually detached from worldly affairs. Such a mindset is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"Senior, you flatter me. I'm just an ordinary Talisman Seller." Qin Wangchuan said no more and sat down to seek divination.

'He is neither arrogant nor humble; this young man is capable of great things.'

'Perhaps I could take him on as my Successor?'

The old man thought for a moment, then handed over Paper and Brush, gesturing for him to write, "Write a single word, anything will do."

Qin Wangchuan took the pen and was about to put it down when he suddenly remembered something, looked up and asked:

"It's rumored that divining for others might trigger karmic repercussions. Surely you're not afraid, senior?"

Upon hearing this, the old man suddenly burst into laughter, the sound making the coins on his stall clink, "Young friend, you worry too much. This talk of backlash does indeed exist—"

As he spoke, a hint of arrogance flashed in his eyes, "Only when deducing those ancient monsters who are as old as heaven and earth do they deserve to make this old man frown!"

"But you... how did you know that divining others would trigger a karmic backlash? Such secrets are not something ordinary cultivators can access."

Qin Wangchuan dipped his brush in ink and wrote casually, "My elders in the family mentioned it a few times."

Having said that, he picked up his pen and began to write.

The pen is as sharp as a sword, writing the word "Tao" on the paper.

As the final stroke ended, the ink suddenly burst forth with a dazzling, cold light, as if thousands of sword beams flowed within the characters, making it impossible to look directly at them.

The old man's pupils suddenly contracted.

The word "Tao" is flowing with strange brilliance on the paper--

At first glance, it is sharp and piercing, like the unyielding spirit of Sword Cultivator.

Upon closer inspection, one can see the flowing runes, subtly Dharma Cultivator the Profound Mystery of the universe that cultivators comprehend through their practice.

Upon closer inspection, the characters subtly exude a powerful, mountain-like aura, much like the Body Cultivator path honed to its peak.

It is astonishing that one can discern multiple different paths from a single character, yet they are all seamlessly integrated, making them seem increasingly unfathomable the more one looks at them.

"Strange..." The old man frowned and focused his mind, then began to perform divination by counting on his fingers.

However, the next moment-

"Puff!"

Without warning, the old man's body trembled violently, his face turned ashen, and a mouthful of scalding blood gushed out.