Stirrings of Heaven-in-a-Pot, a Chance to Devour; Ancient Treasures and Core Treasures, a Tangled Standoff (Continuing Ten Thousand Words a Day-Please Vote!)

Inside the enormous underground cavern.

With a single remark, the cultivator in a short gray outfit exposed the Purple Robe female cultivator's true cultivation:

She was not the Foundation Establishment peak cultivator she had disguised herself as to infiltrate the realm, but a genuine Core Formation cultivator!

Yet despite facing a True Core cultivator with only Foundation Establishment peak cultivation—and a terrifying female True Core cultivator who had just slain a Late Third Tier Black Tortoise—he seemed to feel little reverence. Instead, he looked excited, eager to try his hand.

It was truly a mouse paying a New Year's visit to a cat, absurd beyond belief. Anyone watching would have thought he had a death wish!

After her first strike missed, the Purple Robe woman did not immediately attack again. Her crimson sash hovered beside her like a living venomous snake. Her icy gaze swept first toward the talisman the gray-clad cultivator had just removed. Her Divine Sense keenly detected the exceptionally sophisticated concealment power still lingering on it. Her brows rose slightly as she exclaimed, "A third-tier mid-grade Hibernating Dragon Talisman?"

"No wonder you managed to evade my Divine Sense for a moment. It seems you are no nobody, either. To obtain such a precious talisman of this grade... are you a hidden agent of one of the Song Region's sects, or some rogue expert who cannot bear the light of day?"

She directly exposed his possible origins and the talisman's grade, both probing him and applying pressure.

The gray-clad cultivator chuckled, neither confirming nor denying her guesses. He merely studied her with interest, along with the chaos-shrouded bead floating above the stone pillar behind her and the enormous Black Tortoise corpse. "You have a sharp eye, Senior. As for who I am, that isn't important. What matters is