Ning Xiaochuan took the beast-hide parchment with a puzzled expression. After one glance, he cried out, "A map of Burial God Mountain!"
"That's right! This is a beast-hide map passed down from the ancients, with a history of over ten thousand years. It is priceless. It records the terrain features within Burial God Mountain and marks the coordinates of several deadly forbidden regions. However, long ago, turmoil erupted in the Nine Yue Territory. This beast-hide map was divided into nine pieces, and the one in your hand is one-ninth of the map. Very few people can recognize it as a map of Burial God Mountain, yet you identified its origin so quickly. It seems you truly are fated with it."
The big monk's face showed a measure of astonishment, and the way he looked at Ning Xiaochuan changed, as though he were gazing at a born genius.
"Bullshit! Doesn't it have the five words 'Map of Burial God Mountain' written right on it?" Ning Xiaochuan said irritably.
Sure enough, the tattered beast hide plainly bore the five words: "Map of Burial God Mountain."
"Does it? This old monk cannot see them at all."
The big monk's astonishment deepened. He snatched the beast-hide map over and practically pressed his eyeballs against it. After staring for a long while, he finally put it down and said meaningfully, "This must be the legendary wordless heavenly book! Only someone truly fated with it can see the writing upon it. Ordinary people see nothing but blankness."
It would have been strange if Ning Xiaochuan believed him. Growing impatient, he said, "What exactly do you want?"
The big monk pondered for a long time, as though making some momentous decision. "Young man, I see that you have immense affinity with this map, so I have decided