"I'm the Artifact Spirit of the [Eighty-One-Turn Pure-Name Pagoda]?"
Hearing Xie Changye speak with such absolute conviction, Zhang Yuan almost believed it himself and silently pondered the matter.
Could this Xie Changye be a madman?
Otherwise, why would he make such a world-shocking claim?
Or was he merely using it as a pretext, inventing some excuse to play the robber?
Seeing Zhang Yuan remain silent, Xie Changye took it as tacit agreement. He promptly laid out his entire conjecture, saying calmly:
"Qin Tianyi prepared ample gold bricks long before entering the [Eighty-One-Turn Pure-Name Pagoda], and you accept only gold bricks in your dealings, fellow Daoist. Presumably, as an Artifact Spirit, you need the special Conceptual Images within those bricks. Might I ask whether my conjecture is correct?"
His conclusion that Zhang Yuan was an Artifact Spirit was not some fit of madness. He had arrived at it by observing Qin Tianyi and Zhang Yuan. There were clear clues to follow; he was not spouting nonsense.
The corner of Zhang Yuan's mouth twitched.
So Xie Changye really did take him for an Artifact Spirit.
He had wondered why Xie Changye and those other Celestial Persons had stuffed a thousand gold bricks into their Dao Domains for no apparent reason. It turned out Qin Tianyi was the culprit. He had cost Zhang Yuan a chance to extort them.
Zhang Yuan inwardly shook his head. Looking at Xie Changye, whose voice brimmed with confidence, he gave a cold chuckle. "Your conjecture is interesting, fellow Daoist. Unfortunately, you still guessed wrong."
Xie Changye frowned. "Wrong? How could that be?"
He did not believe it.
If Zhang Yuan was not an Artifact Spirit, could someone who behaved so strangely really be a living, breathing person?
"Nothing is impossible. If you have no other business, fellow