Killing monsters with a 100% explosion rate, are you luckier than me?

The eggs come in a wide variety of colors, exceeding most people's understanding of eggs.

Some eggs have shells covered with a layer of fine, soft silver fuzz; others are covered with hard, black scales; some have sharp bony protrusions on their shells; and some are even translucent crystals with faint, shimmering shadows visible inside, yet they are indistinct and suggestive.

Hundreds of these strange eggs were arranged in a pleasingly irregular pattern, displaying a dazzling array of colors and aromas, creating a truly spectacular sight.

Each egg was shrouded in a layer of hazy mist, effectively blocking all eyes that tried to investigate.

Ye Chuyun was mesmerized and her curiosity was piqued.

He couldn't help but quietly extend an extremely subtle wisp of divine thought, cautiously reaching towards the nearest sealed egg.

The moment the divine sense touched the invisible chaotic mist outside the eggshell, it was as if it had hit a very elastic wall. Not only could it not advance an inch, but it was also gently bounced away by an irresistible force.

With a thought, Ye Chuyun tried to circulate a trace of the power of the wind and thunder law, attaching it to her divine sense to probe again.

Still a failure.

He refused to believe it and tried several other methods of investigation, but the result was the same.

All forces that attempt to peer inside are either swallowed up or isolated.

These strangely shaped eggs before Ye Chuyun's eyes remained a chaotic fog in his perception.

"Don't waste your energy." Feng Qingyu looked at his wide-eyed expression with a hint of mockery.

"If you could see through this chaotic shell so easily, this egg-smashing business wouldn't be able to continue."

"Don't even mention you, even for me, if I strain my eyes and use my senses to the fullest, I can only vaguely sense the properties emanating from the surface of the eggshell at most."

"Want to see inside? Unless you have the legendary Eye of Truth or the Eye of Chaos."

Ye Chuyun awkwardly withdrew his probe and sighed, "This chaotic shell is truly mysterious and unpredictable. No wonder it gave rise to the profession of Tongtian Master."

"Senior, how exactly does one become a Celestial Master?"

"Is it necessary to inherit some special skill, or is it required to join a specific sect?"

Feng Qingyu shook her head, her gaze sweeping over the bizarre sealed eggs: "There is no fixed number. There is no fixed threshold or lineage for becoming a Tongtian Master."

Ultimately, it comes down to talent and opportunity.

"Some people are born with exceptional spiritual perception, extremely sensitive to subtle changes in energy and matter; some have special bloodlines, with unusual phenomena in their eyes or spiritual center, enabling them to see what ordinary people cannot; some cultivate certain unorthodox pupil techniques or sensory secrets, or their souls undergo mutations by chance, gaining a unique insight. These could all be the assets to become a master of spiritual communication."

"Some people may just have an exceptionally accurate intuition, and are destined to be associated with certain types of treasures. They may occasionally guess correctly and be revered as a master of divination by those who do not know the truth."

"But those who can truly establish themselves in this industry and achieve continuous success are all people with extraordinary skills."

"This skill cannot be learned; it is more of a gift from heaven."

Just as the two were talking, a commotion suddenly broke out in the crowded crowd behind them, and the crowd automatically parted to make way for each other.

A powerful aura approached from afar.

Ye Chuyun turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing a dark gold robe embroidered with cloud patterns walking calmly along the passage parted by the crowd.

This person was tall and thin, with a serene expression and a tightly closed golden slit in the center of his forehead.

The edges of the golden slit had a faint, shimmering light, and even when closed, it emitted a peculiar fluctuation that made people afraid to look directly at it.

"It's Jin Jingzi!"

"This is a veteran master of divination in our Tianxu Black Market. His Golden Eyes are said to be able to see through 30% of illusions, and his success rate is not low."

“The eggs he sets his sights on often yield good results; we need to keep a close eye on the ones he puts down later.”

Ye Chuyun curiously examined the man with golden eyes and whispered to Feng Qingyu, "Senior, what's the eye on this Master Tongtian's forehead?"

Feng Qingyu also glanced at it: "Hmm, this is a rare race called the Three-Eyed Clan. They are born with a third eye on their spiritual platform, which is called the Spirit Eye or Heavenly Eye."

"This eye ability varies from person to person, with vastly different strengths. Some can perceive subtle energy flows, some can see through low-level illusions, and some can even briefly glimpse fragments of the future or trace traces of the past."

"This Golden Eyesman's third eye is capable of discerning illusions and gaining insight. He has an extraordinary perception of the origin of matter, making him very successful in the egg-smashing business."

"He has been famous in the Tianxu Black Market for two or three decades. He has indeed unearthed several valuable treasures. His reputation is well-deserved."

As if to confirm Feng Qingyu's words, Jin Jingzi walked to the front row but did not rush to observe the eggs on the platform. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back and slowly swept his gaze across the entire room. The golden pattern on his forehead seemed to heat up slightly and emit a more obvious halo.

Many people who were caught in his gaze subconsciously looked away, as if they had been pierced by that invisible gaze.

However, this dominant position did not last long.

Another commotion erupted on the other side of the crowd, and another passageway was cleared.

"Hey, isn't this Jin Jingzi? You're here really early. Are you afraid someone else will snatch up the good stuff?" a provocative voice rang out.

An elderly man wearing a worn-out gray-white Taoist robe and tattered straw sandals swayed and squeezed his way through.

The old man's hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and he had a greasy gourd hanging from his waist. He looked slovenly, but his small eyes were sharp and piercing, and his bulbous nose twitched from time to time, as if he was sniffing something.

Upon seeing this person, Jin Jingzi immediately frowned and his eyes turned cold: "Who do we have here? It's you, you old drunkard."

"What, still not satisfied with your loss last time, want to try your luck again?"

"Pah! What do you mean by taking a chance?" The slovenly old man, whom the people around him whispered as "The Wine-Scented Hermit," spat fiercely and patted the gourd at his waist.

"I, Daoist, earn my living through genuine skill. Last time, you just got lucky and happened to run into a guy with a particularly strong temper."

"When it comes to discerning the true brilliance or malevolent force from this myriad chaotic auras, you are still far from capable!"

"Hmph, what a boastful statement. What your dog nose smells is probably mostly the stench of alcohol and sourness, isn't it?" Jin Jingzi retorted sarcastically.

"You know nothing! This is my 'Mysterious Nose,' which can distinguish all kinds of qi and tell good from bad. It is a legacy of an ancient extraordinary person, much more reliable than your half-baked eyes!" The Wine-Scented Hermit glared, his bulbous nose turning red with anger.

The two exchanged barbs, mercilessly belittling each other, creating a highly charged atmosphere.