5071 The Sloppy Old Daoist
Even Nan Xuan, who was a Grand Yan Immortal, blinked in surprise at this mont.
Everyone sighed in amazent, except for the Jian Wushuang, whose eyes showed a hint of suspicion. He sensed a very familiar aura emanating from this old Daoist.
That familiar aura was extrely faint, but he sensed it imdiately.
Jian Wushuang was puzzled. This mortal plane was nothing more than a low-level realm among the countless Heavenly Realms in the Great Si Region. How could there be an existence that made him feel familiar?
Moreover, this sloppy old Daoist had no trace of yan power fluctuations, which essentially ruled out the possibility of him being a cultivator.
Unable to figure it out, Jian Wushuang continued to observe.
Amidst the commotion of the crowd, the long-ard white monkey leaped from the table and began to bow and greet with an extrely cute appearance.
At this mont, the sloppy old Daoist in Daoist robes waved his hand and said, “Monkey, co back here and serve waterlon to the spectators.”
Ji, ji.
The white monkey responded and leaped back onto the old Taoist’s shoulder. It then extended its claws and began to fumble in the old Daoist’s arms.
It poised itself and swiftly dug a small pit on the ground, placing the lon seeds inside it.
“All things in nature grow according to certain rules, but these rules can be broken. Today, I will break these rules in front of all of you,” the scruffy old Daoist said, finishing his sentence and waving his hand over the spot where he buried the lon seeds.
In an instant, a mysterious scene unfolded. The soil loosened, and a lush green vine erged from the ground, breaking through the earth’s surface.
It was a lon vine, and in just a few breaths, it grew from a seedling to sprawl across the ground, vibrant and green.
Then, the scruffy Taoist exhaled, and the small lons on the vine began to grow rapidly, quickly producing a ripe, dripping green waterlon.
As the crowd watched this spectacle, the atmosphere beca even more charged, and everyone was captivated by this miraculous display.
In less than ten breaths, a single seed had transford into a massive, impressive lon, a sight that left everyone in awe.
“This old Daoist is quite sothing; he even has a bit perplexed,” the slender figure nad Nan Xuan remarked, stroking his chin in contemplation.
Even Jian Wushuang, who had been initially skeptical, gradually cald down.
The sloppy old man laughed loudly. “Since the fruits are ripe, it’s ti to pick them.”
“Dear spectators, please take a look. This is not an ordinary lon but a mysterious golden lon,” the sloppy old Daoist said, using his hand as a knife to slice open the ripe, dripping green lon.
A strand of golden light burst from the crack in the lon. Then, countless strands of golden light erged together, dazzling and blinding, making it impossible to look directly at them.
Everyone instinctively covered their eyes. When the light faded, a chorus of amazed gasps filled the air.
Inside the lon that had been cut in half, where the flesh should have been, an endless number of golden seeds were packed.
The sloppy old man was very pleased and reached out and took out a golden lon seed from the lon, holding it up to the sky.
“This is a gift from the heavens to and to all of you. Each one of these golden seeds will be distributed to the spectators. There’s no need to rush.”
With these words, the crowd erupted in excitent. To receive a golden seed out of nowhere was enough to drive everyone into a frenzy.
Watching the restless crowd, the unkempt old Daoist quickly waved his hand and said, “Hold on, dear spectators. Due to the limited number of golden lon seeds, I have no choice but to set a threshold.”
“This threshold is that one golden lon seed requires one coin to purchase.”
The crowd fell silent, but quickly beca agitated again. One coin could only buy three or five stead buns, but being able to exchange it for one golden lon seed was a huge bargain.
“I’ll take ten! I’m buying ten!” a burly man exclaid, tightly clutching ten coins and speaking excitedly.
“Let finish first,” the sloppy old Daoist continued, “Each person can only buy one golden lon seed, and you must blow a breath onto the coin in your hand before you can use it to exchange for a golden lon seed.”
The sa burly man from before impatiently blew on his coins and then handed them over.
The old Daoist smiled and accepted the coins, giving out the golden lon seeds in return.
This scene deeply stimulated everyone present.
Next, the entire scene descended into chaos as everyone rushed to exchange for golden lon seeds.
Only Jian Wushuang and Nan Xuan remained calmly in their place.
“What do you think? Is this old Daoist a Yan Immortal who has co from another Heavenly Region?” Nan Xuan asked him.
Jian Wushuang’s deep gaze seed to pierce through the crowd, focusing on the central figure. “It’s very likely, almost certain.”
In the next mont, he moved directly, emitting an unimaginable and strange aura that pushed the crowd aside like waves, creating a path.
Nan Xuan also knew that sothing was amiss and hurriedly followed up.
When they reached the center of the crowd, in front of the stall filled with masks, Nan Xuan’s brows were already tightly furrowed.
At this mont, the sloppy old Doaist was nowhere to be seen, only a long-ard white monkey that looked at them with a mocking expression.
Jian Wushuang’s eyes darkened as he reached out and slapped the white monkey.
“That old guy actually managed to escape?” Nan Xuan’s anger surged. As a true Grand Yan Immortal, not only did he fall for an illusion, but he also let the caster escape. It was undoubtedly humiliating.
“How could it be him? Shouldn’t he be in the Endless Sea? How could he possibly be here?” Jian Wushuang frowned, utterly baffled.
Nan Xuan said coldly, “Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground today, I will find him!”
Then, they both turned their gazes towards the distance.
anwhile, in the bustling market, a Daoist in tattered robes was running for his life. Due to his hasty steps, he looked rather comical.
“No, it’s impossible. I must be mistaken. How could it be him? In a place without the flow of Yan power, how could I possibly encounter him?!”
As he continued to flee, the sloppy old Daoist muttered to himself. It seed he had recalled sothing terrifying, and his eyes frequently showed signs of fear.
The battle had been too terrifying, so much so that even though he had managed to escape by sheer luck, the re thought of it filled him with imnse dread.
“As long as I absorb so more fate energy, my injuries will recover. At that ti, I can escape wherever I want and no one will be able to find .”
As the sloppy old man thought of this, his pace quickened even further.
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