In the sunlight!
It was scorching and dazzling.
A hunched old man with white hair and a white beard sat behind a stall, ceaselessly cursing the heat.
Yet more than a dozen cultivators stood in front of his stall, picking out cultivation techniques.
That was right!
The old man actually sold cultivation techniques.
And he specialized in all kinds of cultivation techniques and divine abilities, selling nothing else.
That was rather strange.
Generally speaking, how could an ordinary person have so many cultivation techniques to sell?
Unless he had slaughtered plenty of fellow cultivators out in the world and taken their techniques.
But...
Looking at the densely packed cultivation techniques before him, numbering in the thousands, He Pingsheng still could not help clicking his tongue.
Surely he couldn't have killed this many people?
Every cultivator who looked at the old man had wariness in their eyes.
It was no joke. Anyone who could slaughter so many cultivators surely could not be weak, could he?
He Pingsheng gently swept his divine sense over the old man.
Hmm...
What the heck?
The twelfth layer of the Qi Refining Stage?
Damn...
That made the scene even more baffling.
"Stop scanning me, seniors. You're all my seniors..." The old man cupped his hands toward everyone and said, "I'm just a lowly Qi Refining Stage cultivator. I couldn't possibly have killed so many people, as you're all imagining!"
"These cultivation techniques all came from our sect!"
"Your sect?" someone asked in confusion. "Who would dump all their own sect's cultivation techniques on the market at once?"
The old man gave a bitter smile. "The sect went out of business!"
Pfft...
He Pingsheng nearly burst out laughing. There really was no end to the ridiculous things in this world.
Pfft, pfft, pfft...
Quite a few people