Chapter 640: My Profession Panel—How Is It in an Anime Style? Chapter 305

However, before she could finish speaking, she suddenly stopped mid-sentence, as if her words had jammed.

After a brief silence, she said in a slightly odd tone, "Miao-jie, this time it looks like there's someone even stranger than us."

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Hearing this, Miao-jie instinctively followed her disciple's gaze, and saw two figures—one large, one small—wandering around the plaza.

Normally, an old hand bringing along a newcomer wasn't anything worth remarking on, but the problem was that both of them were wearing identical bronze masks on their faces.

Although among talisman-treasures Miao-jie was least skilled with magic treasures, as a Qiufazhe Sect cultivator who had come from the Thousand Mechanisms Hall, she still possessed the bare minimum of discernment.

Those two bronze masks were by no means ordinary items—at the very least, they could buy every single thing in this black market without any issue.

'Which family's young master has come out here to experience life?'

Unfortunately, before Miao-jie could arrive at any reliable conclusion, those two figures had already vanished into the crowd.

Still, she didn't take the matter to heart—after all, if the other party later participated in the "Silk Road," they would meet again sooner or later.

Thinking of this, she said to the girl beside her with extreme solemnity, "Hu Dasheng, I must correct you on one thing: we are not strange."

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What the two of them failed to notice was that, while they were speaking, five people—men, women, old, and young—brushed past them as they walked by.

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And while this master and disciple were bantering, Bai Xiaoxiao was being led by Zhao Yan through a rough glimpse of one corner of the Divine Ability world.

'So this is a gathering of Qiufazhe Sect cultivators…'

Looking at the bustling scene before her, the girl couldn't help but think silently to herself.

As if guessing what was on her mind, Zhao Yan said in a low voice, "Xiaoxiao, most of the people here are ordinary folk who came to try their luck—it's not as exaggerated as you think."

"And even if they were all Qiufazhe Sect cultivators, back when our Forgotten River Art Academy hadn't yet been destroyed, this wouldn't have amounted to much."

This was the truth—after all, the Forgotten River Art Academy had once been a top-tier Qiufazhe Sect faction, and its disciples would rarely appear at a small black market like this.

But then again.

The past is the past; the present is the present.

The Forgotten River Art Academy was currently still in a state of rebuilding, so saying any of this was pointless.

'I wonder what that person wants us to do here—could it really just be to broaden this little girl's horizons?'

As such a thought flashed through his mind, Zhao Yan silently swept his gaze over everyone present.

Mm, all of them are trash, and most of the stuff is just useless little trinkets.

Just as he was thinking this, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

'Interesting… didn't expect to actually run into this little fellow.'

'And—'

Looking at the gray-haired youth surrounded by four people—men, women, old, and young—in the distance, Zhao Yan couldn't help but furrow his brow tightly.

It was that little fellow called "Gao Haoguang" from earlier—he hadn't expected their second meeting to happen under these circumstances.

More importantly—

He had detected faint traces of cultivating the 【Revolving Heaven Blood Body】 on the other party's body.

But this was complete nonsense—after all, right now he was the only one who mastered the 【Revolving Heaven Blood Body】; even the little girl beside him had only just entered the sect.

Just as Zhao Yan was puzzling over it, a voice suddenly rang out in the depths of his heart.

【Don't mind him—the Revolving Heaven Blood Body was given to him by me.】

Hearing this, Zhao Yan was first stunned, then a flash of understanding immediately passed through his eyes.

If that was the case, then everything made sense—after all, that person behind the scenes had seen everything he had done back then.

No wonder when he went to look for that blood-written letter earlier he found nothing—it turned out the other party had handed it to this little fellow.

Although Zhao Yan still had some doubts in his heart, he didn't voice them, instead burying them deep within.

At this moment, a call pulled him back to reality.

"Master?"

"…It's nothing."

As if sensing Bai Xiaoxiao's concerned gaze, Zhao Yan immediately came back to himself, waving his hand slightly to indicate he was fine.

Ignoring the gray-haired youth in the distance, he began continuing to observe the remaining people.

However, what somewhat surprised Zhao Yan was that among the rest of these people, there was actually a mid-Divine Ability Qiufazhe Sect cultivator—and judging by their aura, they didn't seem to be a loose cultivator or from some minor sect.

Realizing this, a thought identical to Miao-jie's rose unbidden in his heart.

'…Which family's young master has come out here to experience life?'

After casually sighing this to himself, he paid no more attention to the other party.

After all, no matter how big a young master, could they compare to the current supreme of the Forgotten River Art Academy (under reconstruction) standing right beside him?!

Just as Zhao Yan's thoughts were wandering, a sudden clang of a gong from the far end of the plaza drew his attention.

"Please direct your attention here—I am Chen Feng, the steward of Louzhong Street."

On the stage was a middle-aged man holding a horn, and beside him someone was cradling a bronze incense burner with incense sticks inserted.

Seeing that the crowd below had all turned to look at him, the middle-aged man continued, "Recently our Louzhong Street has newly acquired a treasure, and we would like to ask everyone to take a look."

Saying so, he pointed at the incense stick inserted in the burner, of which only the tail end remained.

"Although it has been used many times over the past thousand years, and is only a directional magic treasure without killing power, there is no doubt it was crafted by a great Divine Ability practitioner."

Great Divine Ability?!

Right now, in the plaza, apart from a very few exceptions, the vast majority were ordinary people who only had a smattering of knowledge about the Divine Ability world, along with some low-level beginner Qiufazhe Sect cultivators.

A term like "great Divine Ability" that previously only appeared in legends—they had never dreamed that one day they would witness a magic treasure of this caliber with their own eyes.

At this moment, noticing that the atmosphere in the plaza had been stirred up by him, the middle-aged man's lips curled into a sly smile, and he continued, "Next I will light this incense—everyone, watch closely!"

When he finished speaking, amid a crowd of excited and curious gazes, he carefully lit that stick of incense.

As the incense burned slowly, the pale-yellow smoke drifting from its tip gradually condensed into a human shape.

A moment later, everyone present stared fixedly at the fairy who seemed to have stepped out of a Dunhuang mural, unable to stop exclaiming in wonder—though two among them wore expressions as though their horse had just died.

One was Gao Haoguang, the other Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan especially.

He watched the woman's figure formed from the smoke, his brow beginning to twitch uncontrollably, as certain memories too painful to recall suddenly flashed through his mind.

'My dear brother's nasty tastes are as always unchanged.'

Even though several hundred years had already passed, when Zhao Yan recalled the fine deeds his old friend had committed back then, he still could not stop his vision from going dark.

After all, who could have imagined that the dignified Changshi Wanfa Immortal Lord would actually be a cross-dressing enthusiast?!

And moreover, his dear brother at that time, in order to learn 【Heaven-Reversing Blood Body】, had even used a female body to set him up for a honey trap.

Fortunately he was clean as the pure, and on top of that his senior sister did not fuss over trifles—otherwise, even if he grew mouths all over his body, he would never have been able to explain this sort of thing clearly.

Just as Zhao Yan was savoring… recalling what had happened back then, the fairy formed from the gathered smoke suddenly shot countless silk threads downward.

Seeing this, the seekers present could not help but knit their brows tightly and instinctively chose to dodge.

The mortals, however, noticed nothing at all, and after being struck by the silk threads, one after another fell into slumber.

But when Zhao Yan saw these silk threads, the face hidden behind his mask immediately revealed a flash of realization.

'So that's it… that one wants Xiaoxiao to enter the Silk Road?'

If that were the case, then it was no wonder why they had been made to come to this small town.

As an old friend, Zhao Yan was not unfamiliar with the Silk Road, this 【Dream Scripture Pavilion】 created by his dear brother—it contained things called "technique souls" that could greatly accelerate a seeker's learning speed.

Like that Moon Token successor in the distance—if she could enter the Silk Road, she would most likely encounter a technique soul like 【Talisman】.

After all, even though Zhao Yan had lived so long, this was still the first time he had encountered a seeker whose talent in the path of talismans was so exaggerated.

'Just don't know what technique soul Xiaoxiao will encounter…'

Just as Zhao Yan was thinking this, the mortals who had fallen asleep in the field gradually woke up.

After a brief daze, expressions of extreme excitement suddenly appeared on their faces.

Seeing this, Chen Feng smiled and said: "It seems everyone has already successfully entered the Silk Road—that is a place where even mortals have a chance to learn divine abilities after quiet cultivation."

"If any of you are interested, follow me."

Saying so, he took the initiative to walk toward the wooden door on the right side of the plaza.

Watching the crowd of mortals following behind that steward, the seekers present each wore different expressions for a moment.

It was obvious this steward wanted to harvest the leeks, but what did that have to do with them.

Besides, letting these mortals taste the cruelty of reality sooner rather than later was also good—sparing them from holding such unrealistic fantasies in the future.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out across the field.

"Let's go to the left door—the treasure that can send seekers into the Silk Road is also there. If any of you have things you haven't sold yet, you can bring them along."

Hearing this voice, the seekers responded one after another.

Zhao Yan brought Bai Xiaoxiao and mingled into the crowd, showing not the slightest oddity.

Shortly after, a treasure pearl with countless streams of light flickering within it came into everyone's view.

At this moment, Li Ang, hiding within 【Heaven's Mastery】, looked at that treasure—which on the surface was meant to let seekers enter the so-called 【Dream Scripture Pavilion】—and a doubt could not help but rise in his heart.

Namely, in a situation like Bai Xiaoxiao's and Zhao Yan's, was there still any possibility of triggering 【Ten Thousand Karma True Blood】.

'Surely that fellow Wanye can't dig my wall again, right?'

As the thought flashed through his mind, Li Ang stroked his chin and fell into contemplation.