Mythical Cultivation

As he spoke, he gently patted the dirt and dust off his body, as if he wanted to shake off all the dirt on his body.

Then he slightly adjusted the bun on his gray hair to make himself look more neat.

After doing all this, the wrinkles on the old man's face blossomed like a chrysanthemum. He continued to praise Wu Ming, "Fellow Daoist, you saw the treasure on my stall at a glance. This is not the kind of vision that ordinary people can have!"

"Really? Are you a liar?"

Faced with such enthusiastic praise from the old man, Wu Ming did not feel happy, but was speechless.

He looked at the old man's delighted expression and muttered to himself, "Why does this monk look like a swindler? Are there so many swindlers these days? This is my first time finding a bargain, and I've already run into a swindler."

Perhaps noticing Wu Ming's suspicious look, the old man seemed to realize that he was smiling too enthusiastically, which aroused suspicion.

So, he coughed quickly, put away the smile on his face, replaced it with a serious expression, and said seriously: "Fellow Daoist, you can't say this casually! How could I possibly engage in such a scam that everyone hates?"

Although Wu Ming had long been full of suspicion and vigilance towards the so-called "fellow Taoist" in front of him in his heart, he believed that he was an outright liar.

But when his eyes swept over the hidden treasure on the other party's stall, he still resisted the urge to expose the other party's true face.

In this case, Wu Ming decided to play along with the other party!

So, he pretended to smile and said carefully, "It's my fault. I apologize to you, fellow Taoist.

This is my first time in the market town, so I am really ignorant and have made fun of myself.

Let's not dwell on this for now, fellow Daoist, please quickly introduce me to the treasures you have here!"

Hearing Wu Ming's humble words, the old man's expression eased a little.

He waved his hand and said with a smile, "So that's how it is. Then I won't blame you. Since you're interested in these treasures of mine, I'll introduce them to you."

After saying this, the old man moved closer to Wu Ming and said in a low voice, mysteriously, "Daoyou, you should know that these treasures of mine are not ordinary things. They were all dug out from an ancient tomb!

Moreover, these treasures are handed down from ancient times, and each one has extraordinary functions!

However, this matter must not be made public, lest it be known to others and cause unnecessary trouble. So fellow Daoist, you must keep it a secret for me!"

Hearing the stall owner's words, Wu Ming also pretended to nod: "Fellow Daoist, I understand. I will naturally keep these treasures in my pocket and will not spread the news."

Seeing Wu Ming being so understanding, the old man was delighted. He then picked up the items on the stall and introduced them to Wu Ming:

"Fellow Daoist, please look! Although this jade bracelet is only half, its origin is extraordinary. It is a fragment of a rare treasure from ancient times! After going through vicissitudes of life, this jade bracelet may have lost its spirituality, but its material is still of the highest quality.

Looking at this broken sword, it is also a fragment of an ancient magic weapon.

Although it was broken, its strength was beyond imagination. This broken knife had gone through countless years of baptism and was still extremely sharp, which showed the hardness of its material.

If it can be completely restored, it will surely become a magical weapon with infinite power.

There is also this jade slip. Although it is badly damaged, the information contained in it has not been completely lost.

I guess this jade slip can probably be used once more.

Perhaps it contains peerless skills or magical powers from ancient times. If you can get this opportunity, you will definitely benefit greatly..."

The old man smiled and pointed at the broken treasures on the stall, telling Wu Ming their origins as if they were his own treasures.

His voice was rhythmic, as if these treasures all had unknown stories and legends.

Wu Ming listened quietly to the old man's introduction, but thought to himself: This stall owner is really eloquent. He praises these scrap metals to the skies, as if you will miss a great opportunity if you don't buy them.

After the old man finished introducing all the treasures, he looked at Wu Ming expectantly and said, "Fellow Daoist, look, is there any treasure here that you like? Seeing that we are so destined to meet, even if I sell it at a loss, it will be worth it."

Wu Ming deliberately showed an indecisive look, frowned and said, "My friend, I'm really sorry, but I'm short of money and need to think it over again."

In fact, Wu Ming scoffed at these so-called treasures in his heart.

He could tell at a glance that the stall owner was obviously a liar.

Except for a few items that look like they were handed down from ancient times, the rest of the items on the street stalls are fakes. These fakes are mixed with the real ones, making it difficult to distinguish them. The stall owners take advantage of this to confuse buyers.

Moreover, even if those few pieces are genuine, they are useless waste and have no value at all.

However, what was unexpected was that Wu Ming found the item that Shadow Mouse pointed out so quickly!

It was a pitch-black stone that looked ordinary and did not attract any attention.

Even with Wu Ming's cultivation at the host level, he couldn't immediately tell what was so special about this item, let alone whether it was truly a treasure.

If it weren't for the Shadow Rat's perception, Wu Ming would probably never have discovered that this seemingly ordinary stone actually hid such great value.

However, it was precisely because this treasure was inconspicuous that it was able to be preserved to this day after countless years, and was eventually discovered by Wu Ming by chance.

However, Wu Ming naturally would not directly express his interest in this black stone.

He cleverly picked up the broken blade the stall owner had just boasted about, pretended to be interested in it, and asked the stall owner about its price:

"Fellow Daoist, I'm planning to refine a magical weapon, but I'm currently lacking some materials. I wonder if this broken blade can be melted into some usable materials?

How much spirit stones does this broken blade cost? If the price is right, I would consider buying it."

Seeing this, the old man beside him immediately picked up the broken blade and began to boast: "Fellow Daoist, you really have a good eye! Although this broken blade is just a fragment of a magic weapon, its value is immeasurable.

It is indeed difficult to restore it into a complete magic weapon, but if we just smelt the materials, the difficulty will be much easier."