Chapter 63

"Come and take a look, everyone, come and take a look!"

"Strange, strange, truly strange!"

"Rare, rare, and bizarre!"

"The items here in this old man's possession are all mysterious and unfathomable; those without great opportunity and great fortune cannot fathom them even a little!"

Just as he left the shop area, He Ping saw a stall.

The stall was only three feet square, and the stall owner behind it was an old man who looked to have white hair and a white beard. He was wearing a tattered Daoist robe and was currently jumping up and down behind the stall to attract passing customers.

Looking closely at his stall, it was indeed somewhat unusual.

There were all kinds of strange and bizarre materials; He Ping scanned them with his spiritual sense and was surprised to find that he didn't recognize a single one.

Of course, countless others were just like He Ping, all curiously crowding around.

"What is this?"

"Old man, what is this thing?"

The white-haired, white-bearded grandfather's face turned stern with anger, and he said, "Call me Old Senior, what 'old man'!"

"Hahahaha..." The onlookers burst into laughter.

Someone said, "You shameless old man, you're just a mere Qi Condensation sixth-layer fellow, yet you want people to call you Old Senior?"

He Ping hadn't noticed before, but now that he scanned with his spiritual sense, he saw the old man's cultivation clearly.

He really was at the sixth layer of Qi Condensation?

Good fellow.

He really has no filter!

"You guys know nothing!" The old man's face turned red, and he said, "Don't look at me as only having the cultivation of the sixth layer of Qi Condensation now; I had a much higher cultivation in my early years, I was just knocked down by someone!"

"Forget it, I won't talk to you ignorant fellows anymore. Come, take a look at my treasures!"

"Back then, I traveled all over the continent and obtained countless treasures. The ones laid out before your eyes now, even I don't recognize what they are!"

"The so-called opportunity is opportunity; perhaps I am not fated with these items. How about this, you can look at them as you please, take them as you please!"

"If you like anything, I will sell it to you at the lowest price!"

The crowd swarmed up and began to study the old man's items.

He Ping, with his youthful nature, was also incredibly curious. He walked over, squatted in a corner of the stall, and casually picked up a round, black bead from the stall.

As soon as he picked it up, the bead lay in his palm, and for a split second, He Ping felt a sense of mental clarity.

This...

He Ping was immediately startled, then gripped the bead in his hand.

That feeling of mental clarity became even stronger.

"Hehehe..." The white-haired old man looked at He Ping with a smile that wasn't quite a smile and said, "Young man, all things depend on fate. Some things look plain and unremarkable to others, but only those who are fated can recognize the extraordinary nature of this treasure!"

"How about it, are you the fated one?"

The old man looked at He Ping.

He Ping thought for a moment and asked, "How much for this bead?"

The old man held up a finger: "How about this, it seems I've met the fated one, I'll give you this number!"

He Ping was stunned: "One hundred spirit stones?"

The old man said, "What are you talking about? I said ten thousand!"

Pfft...

He Ping almost vomited blood.

He threw the bead onto the stall and stood up to leave immediately.

Are you kidding me!

Ten thousand?

I don't have that, damn it.

"Don't go, don't go, don't go..." Seeing He Ping stand up and leave, the old man said, "I asked for ten thousand, you can bargain... How about this, I'll sell it for one thousand spirit stones, do you want it?"

He Ping shook his head: "Old man, look at me, do I look like I have one thousand spirit stones?"

The old man said, "How about one hundred?"

He Ping gave a cold laugh; by now he had concluded that this person was a con artist, so he ignored him and continued to leave.

"Ten... young man, ten spirit stones will do..."

But He Ping had already disappeared into the vast sea of people.

"【Heavenly Talisman True Scripture】, do you want it? This is a book that records how to make talismans... Little brother, do you want it for one hundred spirit stones?"

"【Monkey Wine】, ah, Monkey Wine... one spirit stone for a jar!"

He Ping walked along and discovered that this market sold everything.

Not long after, he saw another cultivator selling talismans at a stall.

This person's attire was similar to the Daoist nun from before, so she must belong to the same Heavenly Talisman Mountain.

He Ping had nothing to do, so he squatted down in front of the young girl's stall.

【Fireball Talismans】, 【Lightning Talismans】, 【Ice Needle Talismans】, etc., were still just common talismans among low-tier disciples in the cultivation world.

He Ping looked through them from beginning to end; the only difference between this girl's stall and the Daoist nun's was a type of yellow talisman with characters on it that He Ping couldn't understand.

"What kind of talisman is this?" He Ping picked up the yellow paper talisman and asked the stall owner.

The girl, who was reading a book, looked up.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

He Ping's breath hitched.

So beautiful!

This woman's face was truly beautiful to the extreme.

Her black hair was like a waterfall, and as her long eyelashes fluttered, her eyes sparkled like black gems; her skin was as white as snow, and her expression was tranquil.

She was as beautiful as a celestial maiden descending to the mortal world.

He Ping was stunned for a moment.

The woman smiled, seemingly not surprised by He Ping's reaction, and said, "This is a Disguise Talisman!"

"Disguise Talisman?" He Ping looked at the talisman in his hand and asked, "What can it be used for?"

Although he had been momentarily startled by the girl's absolute beauty, his nature was resilient, and after just a moment of distraction, He Ping returned to his normal state.

This actually made the girl opposite him quite surprised.

"A Disguise Talisman, of course, can change one's appearance!" The woman said with a smile, "For example, making yourself more perfect, more beautiful..."

Oh...

He Ping understood instantly: no wonder this stall owner was so beautiful; it turned out she had used a Disguise Talisman to change it.

He shook his head, feeling that this talisman was rather useless.

"Of course!" The girl said calmly, "Changing one's appearance isn't just about becoming more beautiful; it can allow you to instantly change your appearance so that people who are familiar with you won't recognize you!"

"This point can sometimes save your life!"

A light flashed in He Ping's mind: That's right.

"This talisman of mine!" The girl continued, "Is low-tier... it can disguise you three times, each time lasting for two hours, and even a twelfth-layer Qi Condensation cultivator cannot see through it!"

"Of course, if you encounter a Foundation Establishment cultivator, this disguise is useless; Foundation Establishment cultivators have powerful spiritual senses and can see through it at a glance!"

After finishing the introduction, the girl looked at He Ping calmly.

He Ping wanted to buy it, so he asked, "How many spirit stones?"

The girl said, "Two hundred!"

He Ping: "So expensive... aren't first-tier talismans all sixty or seventy?"

"Hehe..." The girl closed the book in her hand and said with a smile, "Of course not; the Disguise Talisman belongs to the rare talisman category, and the materials used to craft it are also different, so it cannot be measured by the value of ordinary first-tier talismans!"

"Hmm... how about this, if you really want it, just give me one hundred and eighty!"

He Ping thought for a moment and said, "Alright!"