The Poison Master's Legacy: The Netherworld Poison Venerable

"Brat, take a look at that stall to your front right. I think I sensed something unusual there," Yao Lao's voice suddenly rang out in Xiao Yan's mind.

Holy shit, did I actually trigger the trope? Xiao Yan stopped short, unable to resist grumbling to himself.

He had only made an offhand joke. Who knew it would actually come true?

"Young Master, what's wrong?" Qing Lin noticed his expression and looked up at him, blinking her large green eyes.

"Uh... nothing. Let's have a look up ahead." Xiao Yan scratched his head and casually walked toward the stall Yao Lao had indicated.

The stall was piled with strange odds and ends. At a glance, it looked no different from those around it.

Xiao Yan pretended to browse casually, but his Soul Perception had already spread out, searching carefully through the old wares.

Qing Lin picked up a few trinkets to examine, though she soon lost interest.

"You two have excellent eyes! Every item on my stall is a treasure I obtained after traveling far and wide and braving countless dangers. If it weren't for my family..."

The stallholder was a lean, middle-aged man. Seeing their fine clothes and unfamiliar faces, he took them for wealthy outsiders and launched into his pitch.

Xiao Yan ignored him and kept searching.

A moment later, his perception settled on a dark green piece of metal covered in mottled rust.

"Feel that, brat?" Yao Lao asked.

Xiao Yan answered inwardly. That was the aura.

He picked up the metal piece and looked at the stallholder. "How much for this?"

The stallholder's eyes darted about. The boy looked young and innocent—exactly the sort of customer he could fleece. He rubbed his hands together, ready to name an outrageous price.

Before he could speak, a suffocating pressure