Inside the little shop, Ye Tian chatted with the old man a while longer, mostly listening to Old Cicada brag about his glorious achievements and explain the uses and precautions of the Cicada Molt.
Ye Tian had long since heard all that until calluses grew on his ears.
He simply fiddled with the treasure he had just acquired, responding now and then.
At last, when Ye Tian felt it was about time, he picked up his things and called out, "Old Cicada, I'm leaving."
With that, he scampered outside like a monkey.
Just as Ye Tian stepped out of the little shop, Old Cicada suddenly shouted, "Brat, don't die!"
Without turning his head, Ye Tian raised his right hand above his head and clenched it hard into a fist.
Then he walked out of the general store.
Stopping in his tracks, Ye Tian turned back and gave the general store a careful look.
It was as if he wanted to carve both this shop and this person deep into his mind.
Then Ye Tian returned to his residence without looking back and eagerly tested the effects of the Cicada Molt.
No wonder cultivators chased Beast Kings to the death.
In the room, Ye Tian looked at his reflection, whose very aura had changed, and clicked his tongue in amazement.
He had now become a gloomy middle-aged man with sharp eyes, utterly different from before, and even much taller.
This was the miraculous effect of the Cicada Molt, comparable to the Painted Skin from Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.
This thing even possessed considerable defensive power.
He increasingly marveled at how strange and wondrous this world was.
For cultivators, killing demon beasts not only brought vast resources and rapid increases in strength, but sometimes also yielded utterly unimaginable gains.
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