"What instructions do you have, Daoist Priest?"
Some distance away, Xu Taiping turned to look at the Old Daoist, somewhat puzzled.
Without another word, the Old Daoist flung his hand forcefully, throwing something toward Xu Taiping with a whoosh.
Smack!
Xu Taiping reached out and caught it, only for the impact to split the skin of his palm.
This left him deeply shocked, and he once again marveled at the Old Daoist's profound cultivation.
Even in the sleeping flood dragon state, the skin and flesh of his python flood dragon physique were hard enough to withstand a blow from a cultivator in the mystic understanding realm.
Ignoring the wound, Xu Taiping opened his bloody hand and discovered that the Old Daoist had given him a porcelain figurine.
However, this was neither of the two on the table, but a new one.
Judging by its appearance, the porcelain figurine depicted a long-haired man with a longsword on his back, seemingly a sword cultivator.
"Listen carefully, boy."
Xu Taiping was just about to ask the Old Daoist why he had given him this porcelain figurine when the Old Daoist's voice exploded beside his ear again-
"Sixty li to the south is a place called Fengze Pavilion. Crush the porcelain figurine as soon as you reach it. Don't ask why. Do as I say if you don't want to die!"
Hearing this, Xu Taiping felt as though he had been struck by lightning.
Because the place where his fifth tribulation would occur was precisely Fengze Pavilion.
Could the Old Daoist have also divined my fifth tribulation?
Xu Taiping's heart was filled with astonishment.
He had never imagined that, apart from the left eye bestowed by the Yin God, there really were cultivators in this world capable of such a feat.
More importantly, the