chapter 21 No fidelity

Stone beads! William Ye was shocked. To know. His Earth-level Spirit Vein were abolished and his dantian was destroyed. Logically speaking, it was impossible to recover. He had never heard of anyone being able to recover after Spirit Vein were destroyed. In everyone's understanding, no matter whether a person's Dantian is broken or Spirit Vein are destroyed, it is impossible for him to embark on the path of cultivation again. Among the endless legends in this world, there has never been such a precedent. However. William Ye changed his destiny against fate. Just because of a gray stone bead. If this is known to anyone, it will definitely cause a bloody storm. I don't know how many large sects will fight for the stone beads. William Ye stood in front of the stall. His eyes glanced around the stall, not focusing on the half of the stone beads. The purpose of doing that was too obvious. Each of these stall owners were shrewd owners. Once he did that, it would be difficult to buy it. , will definitely be blackmailed. so. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and looked calm, like a family member who was out for a stroll, casually looking at the miscellaneous things on the stall. The owner of this stall is an old man with a sinister look on his face. He is sitting cross-legged behind the stall, holding a book in his hand and reading it with relish. William Ye didn't know what book he was reading, but he knew from the evil expression on the other person's face that it must not be a good book. Seeing someone standing in front of the old man's stall to buy something, a female cultivator next to him looked at William Ye with a look on her face that she wanted to say something. The female cultivator looked at the old man with eyes filled with contempt. William Ye did not see the expression of the female nun stall owner. He glanced at the messy things on the stall seemingly casually, and then looked at the old man who was concentrating on reading: "Ahem!" William Ye coughed lightly. Pointing to a broken knife on the stall, he asked: "Old man, how can I buy this broken sword?" Hearing that someone wanted to buy something, the old man reluctantly put down the book in his hand, with an unfinished look on his face. When he put down the book in his hand, William Ye caught a glimpse of the name of the book. The first character was gold, and there was a character in the middle that was obscured by the old man's dirty fingers, but the third character was plum. "Gudong!" William Ye heard the old man swallowing his saliva. The old man raised his head. He glanced at William Ye. Then he glanced at the broken knife he was pointing at, and said with an impatient expression on his face: "Five Spirit Stone, no matter the price. If you want to buy it, buy it. If you don't want to buy it, get out. Don't disturb your grandpa and my interest. I just saw the most exciting place!" Said. William Ye heard him smack his lips a few more times and swallow his saliva. William Ye wasn't angry either. He pointed at a book with crumpled paper. It was a low-level swordsmanship book called [All Swords Return to Origin]. It sounded pretty awesome, but the ones sold here were all street stalls. Goods, low-end goods. Even though his name is so impressive, it cannot cover up the fact that he is low-end. The low-level skills and martial arts on these street stalls are given impressive names with the purpose of deceiving young Cultivator. When young people see a swordsmanship with such an awesome name, most of them will probably buy a copy. William Ye pointed to the sword technique and asked again: "Old man, are you an authentic All Swords Return to Origin? With such an awesome name, let alone the swordsmanship of a mortal, it would be an embarrassment to us Cultivator." The old man put down the book he just picked up. There was a trace of impatience on his face: "You little red guy, do you want to buy it or not? If not, get out of here!" Finished. He picked up the book in his hand and turned to the next page eagerly. While reading, he let out bursts of evil laughter from time to time. The conversation between the two caused the stall owners next to them to look over, especially the female nun closest to the old man. She kept looking at the old man with disgust, and looked at William Ye with eyes filled with desire to speak. Stop again. Seeing the old man curse, William Ye was speechless. It's weird to do business like this. "How can I sell this All Swords Return to Origin?" "Old man, if you do this business, will you be beaten?" William Ye wasn't angry either, he still looked casual. The old man glanced through the cracks in the book with one eye, and then uttered a few words: "It's none of your business whether the old man is beaten or not. That sword technique only requires five Spirit Stone. If you don't buy it, get out of here and waste my time." William Ye was speechless. This is the lowest level of swordsmanship, even far inferior to the swordsmanship that the Ye Family gave to the disciples in the External Cultivation Academy to get started with, yet they actually had the nerve to ask for five Spirit Stone. "Old man, is it too expensive?" "You sell it so expensively, no wonder there is no business at all. Look at the other stalls. There are still a few customers there. I won't be your first customer today, right?" The old man once again put down the book in his hand with dissatisfaction and reluctance. William Ye glanced quickly and curiously, but the old man's fingers were still in their original positions, and he still didn't see the second word of the title of the book in the old man's hand. The old man looked up. Staring at William Ye. This time. He looked at William Ye carefully, and for the first time, there was a strange look in his old eyes. "Mortal-level Spirit Vein?" "It doesn't look like that." "The Spirit Vein are not white, there is a little bit of gray, but they are definitely not the gray of Human-level Spirit Vein. This kind of white is so strange. I seem to see all the colors in it, including red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, white, gray, and gold. .” The old man said to himself. He rubbed his old eyes vigorously with one hand, and then looked at William Ye curiously again. "The dantian is a little different. It is more than ten times larger than that of ordinary Cultivator, but the Spirit Vein are indeed white and Mortal-level. It shouldn't be!" "That's weird! That's weird!" The old man stroked his goatee. A pair of thief eyes shone, looking at William Ye up and down, making William Ye feel uncomfortable all over. "Ahem, old man, let me ask you, is your All Swords Return to Origin authentic? Are you keeping it true?" This time. The old man no longer looked as impatient as before. There was something strange in his eyes, and he looked at William Ye with interest. "These things are all unwanted by the younger members of the family. I happened to be short of money recently, so I took them out and sold them. I don't know if they are authentic at your place. Anyway, they are the most authentic at my place. Boy, do you want it? If you buy one, after passing this village, there won’t be this store, right?” The old man's attitude was no longer so bad, but he started doing business seriously. His old eyes shone brightly, and he looked at William Ye with a strange look. William Ye bent down and picked up the sword manual. [All Swords Return to Origin] The four big characters are written a little crookedly. At first glance, it seems that they were written by a child who has just started learning calligraphy. Needless to say, it can be guessed that this sword manual is a handwritten copy, and it was definitely not copied by this old man. Selling five Spirit Stone per book, what is the difference between this and robbing? If a Cultivator could copy dozens of copies in minutes, wouldn't he be able to earn hundreds of Spirit Stone easily? This old guy actually sold five Spirit Stone. shameless! It’s so dark! "A black-hearted old man with a sinister look on his face. He is not a good person at first glance!" William Ye muttered in his heart. The corner of the old man's mouth raised in a strange way, which made William Ye feel a little creepy. He felt like a flower girl facing a flower-picking thief alone in a cave at the moment, feeling uncomfortable all over. If it weren't for the half gray stone bead, he would have greased his feet and run away.