Novel Full Chapter 937: Strange Old Man
Chapter 937: Strange Old Man
Veth held the small jade crystal against the larger jade crystal, a smile that came from deep within her soul playing on her lips as she recorded her sale.
The four other sellers in the store opened their jaws wide as they stared at her with envious expressions. Naturally, that envy twisted into shock when purple lights began streaming from the smaller jade into the larger one.
“How?” one of them asked, her expression a mixture of shock, envy, and regret.
Vexthra noticed their expressions first and replied, “How, you ask? It turns out that the handsome Core Formation stage cultivator, whom you all looked down on before he even entered the store, is very rich.
He bought all fourteen Mystical Weapons, and I am recording my sales. So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to finish up here first.”
Veth turned back to her business, and a few minutes later, she was done. She picked up a coat, slipped it on, and began walking out of the store.
“Where are you going?” one of them asked.
Veth halted mid-step, turned slowly, and with a teasing smile on her face, she answered,
“Since none of you have ever sold a Mystical-grade item, you don’t know the protocols. However, I will tell you this—I’ve sold fourteen of them.
In this store, if you sell one Mystical-grade item, you are entitled to certain benefits, which include a special commission on the sale. If you sell two, you will be promoted to a much larger store than this one.
But now that I have sold fourteen Mystical-grade items, I might be sent to a different world to oversee all operations at the Green Bridge Weapons Shops in that world. I might even gain the power to hire and fire employees as I please.”
A cold light flickered in Veth’s eyes, causing the four women staring at her to turn pale.
Veth laughed and turned away to leave. “So long, losers.”
With that remark, she melted into the bustling crowd on the busy street and walked toward the nearest teleportation channel that led to the Central Region.
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Ten kilometres away from the store, Kent smiled as he watched and heard everything Veth said.
“She sure knows how to rub salt into their wounds.”
He kept the Soul Map open. Although it was rather unpleasant to maintain sight over an eighty-thousand-kilometre radius, he needed to keep his chosen targets within view.
He wanted to cultivate the Faceless Art.
That meant he had to kill, and so far, he had already spotted the right people. Once he eliminated them, he could borrow their faces and act however he pleased in the past.
Naturally, he already had plans to ensure every last target he had marked would fall by midnight. If all goes according to plan, he will complete the mission in a couple of hours, at most.
With that thought, he continued toward a shop he had noticed earlier.
This particular shop specialised in poison herbs.
Kent quickened his steps.
However, as he neared the store, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze lock onto him. The source of that gaze was an old man seated in a lotus posture, with a few ancient books displayed neatly before him.
The gaze was sharp yet not hostile. It was filled with a peculiar, piercing curiosity. That was the only reason Kent had even bothered to pay attention.
On his way here, he had sensed several hostile gazes, which, thanks to the Soul Map, he easily traced back to their sources. Naturally, they were all scum hoping to rob a Core Formation youth like him.
But this old man’s gaze was different. It was sharp, steady, and laced with interest rather than malice.
Kent turned and walked toward him. When the old man saw Kent approaching, he calmly withdrew his gaze and began dusting the covers of the books laid out on the mat.
“I’ve been told I have sharp senses, old man. That was the core reason why I noticed you watching me. Can I ask what this senior wants?” Kent said with a faint smile as he stopped in front of the old man.
The old man lifted the straw hat he wore, revealing a face etched with wisdom and age.
“Truly remarkable. This old man has roamed the universe for thousands of years, and apart from a few others from the powerful Worlds like the sword worlds who sensed my gaze, this is the first time I’ve met someone so young and weak who sensed my gaze.
I cannot help but wonder—could this little one be a swordsman?”
There was nothing to hide, for at that moment Kent sensed no threat from the old man. After all, the elder was only a Spirit King. Even by the standards of a Supreme High World, he posed no threat to Kent.
Or at least that’s what he believed.
“I am indeed a swordsman, currently at the Sword Saint stage,” Kent replied calmly.
The old man gave a slow nod, though a fleeting flash of shock crossed his face. He clearly hadn’t expected a mere Sword Saint to detect his gaze.
Kent saw that but said nothing. Instead, he chose to ask a question…
“If you don’t mind me asking, how do the Sword Worlds compare to the Pill Worlds?” Kent inquired.
The old man’s eyes softened, and a faint smile appeared.
“After wandering the Sword Worlds for countless years, I can say with certainty that they are the true havens for cultivators who aim to climb the ladder and become true powerhouses.
Yet, everyone has their own Dao. If one’s Dao lies in the path of Alchemy, then this world is the most fitting place to remain.
But in terms of sheer strength, a true Supreme High World can only be found beyond this star system. This place does not quite reach that standard.”
The old man studied Kent’s expression, but found nothing to discern.
With a sigh, he picked up one of the books from the mat before him and handed it to Kent. Then he drew out a jade token from his space ring and gave it to Kent.
“For sensing my gaze, take these two as a reward. This old man can now rest assured that there are still geniuses left in this world.
You must comprehend the book on your own, but the jade token will grant you access to the Serenity of Life and Peace Garden. Should you ever wish to understand the essence of peace, go there—they will guide you.”
Kent accepted the items, storing them within his ring. He bowed his head respectfully toward the old man. “Thank you for the gifts. When we meet again, I will be sure to prepare something worthy to offer you in return.”
Seeing that the old man had no more words, Kent turned and resumed his journey back toward the shop.
The old man watched Kent’s figure disappear into the crowd, a complex look flashing in his wise eyes.
“So young, yet burdened with such deep hatred and bloodlust.” He waved his hand, and the mat and the books before him vanished without a trace.
“I fear it will not be long before a great massacre descends upon this city.” He brushed the dust from his robes and stood up, his expression shifting as though some revelation had struck him.
“Time is a complex construct. I once saw it as a vast sea into which anything that steps in sinks. But who would have thought it could also be a blanket that shrouds us?”
Turning once more toward the direction Kent had gone, the old man bowed slightly. “Thank you, little friend. You have helped this old man gain clarity.”
With a flick of his sleeve, his figure blurred and vanished into the void, travelling thousands of miles away.
Unaware of the strange encounter that had just taken place, Kent reached the poison herb shop. After a few minutes, he had purchased all the herbs he needed.
Soon, he was ready to begin the hunt.