Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 22 Broken Finger
The direction that the three Langya men were heading was towards the outskirts of Qinghu Town. Compared with the tall and beautiful buildings in the town, the buildings here were much simpler and shorter. It seemed that most of the cultivators were concentrated in the town, and mortals who wanted to set up stalls could only do so on the outskirts.
After walking for a while, the street forked and Wang Chen followed Langya in.
It looked like a market place, but the furnishings were very simple, with only two awnings connected on the left and right to provide shade and shelter from the rain.
Apart from this, there was nothing else. Looking around, there were already many stalls on both sides of the street, with pieces of animal skin spread out and various forest products displayed, sitting on the ground and setting up their stalls.
At the entrance of the passage stood a cultivator, who looked to be at the second level of spiritual energy, and was wearing a blue robe.
Seeing Wang Chen and others coming over with big bags on their backs, he moved his mustache and said arrogantly, "One stall, one low-grade spirit stone."
Langmu walked forward respectfully, reached into a cloth bag, took out a gray spirit stone and handed it over. The cultivator took it and looked at the few people. He was obviously dissatisfied that only four people bought one stall. He snorted and said:
"Isn't it appropriate for the four of you to just rent this stall?"
The faces of Langmu and his companions suddenly turned ugly. What he was most worried about was being harassed by the people in the market. If he asked for one more stall, he would not be able to get back his capital even if he sold all the forest products today.
"Is it illegal?"
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the mind of the mustache cultivator. He was startled, but he only saw Wang Chen looking at him.
Voice transmission is the sign of the fourth level of Qi Condensation. In the world of cultivation, where cultivation is respected, although Wang Chen is much younger than him, if he insists, he still has to call Wang Chen "senior".
His eyes quickly swept over the faces of the four people, and the mustache cultivator suddenly smiled. Although he didn't understand why Wang Chen wanted to mix with mortals, he changed the subject and said:
"I think the stall over there is bigger, which is just right for a group of you." He pointed to one of the stalls with a great location nearby.
Langmu immediately thanked him profusely. They spotted an open space not far away, and walked over quickly with a large bag on their backs. They spread the bag out on the ground, revealing animal skins, animal teeth and other miscellaneous items, as well as several wooden boxes.
Wang Chen took a look. Although he did not recognize these goods, they did not look very spiritual, so he lost interest. While the three Langyas were busy tidying up the stall, he said to them:
"Uncle Langmu, Brother Langya, I want to take a look around and take a stroll."
Langya heard Wang Chen's intention and looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he said, "Little brother, remember to walk around nearby and don't go into the inner town. There are many immortals there, and mortals like us can't go in casually."
The three men only met Wang Chen by chance, so they naturally would not restrict Wang Chen's freedom, but they gave him a friendly reminder.
"I also need to go!"
On the contrary, when the wolf spirit heard that Wang Chen was going to look around, he also became interested and wanted to act with Wang Chen excitedly.
Wang Chen didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but Langmu stopped him firmly.
After saying goodbye to each other, Wang Chen said goodbye to them and walked out of the market.
"I'm going!" Wolf Spirit said angrily, looking at Wang Chen's back.
"What do you know? This young man... is not an ordinary person." Langmu watched Wang Chen disappear at the street corner and scolded Lang Ling in a low voice.
"Are you saying that he might be an immortal?" Langya also noticed something strange.
Looking around, Langmu lowered his voice and asked, "Why do you think that immortal is so enthusiastic about us all of a sudden?"
"Immortal?" When he said this, he was slightly stunned, and as if he had made some decision, he stood up and chased after him and pulled Wang Chen aside.
Langmu took out a magatama-like object covered with black rust from his waist bag and quietly put it into Wang Chen's hand.
Little brother, I found this thing by chance in the mountains. I originally thought it was something magical, but unfortunately no one liked it after I put it on the stall for several times. But I always think this thing is extraordinary. It’s useless to keep it anyway, so I’ll give it to you. If it’s of no use to you, just throw it away. After saying this, Langmu wanted to pat Wang Chen on the shoulder, but felt a little restrained, so he smiled awkwardly and turned back.
Wang Chen thanked him and put the thing into his storage ring with a complicated expression.
"The severed finger is tainted with ghost energy. The search for it has a subtle connection with the hidden inheritance. Holding this item can provide clues for the next step. If you discard it, the clues will be lost and cannot be recovered. Opportunity strength: great."
All things in the world seem to be drifting on the river of time, swirling and undulating. This opportunity for hidden inheritance was originally discovered by Langmu first. However, just because he glanced at Wang Chen for a second longer in the crowd, he cut off the opportunity.
It has to be said that this actually implies a choice. He chose to give up. As a mortal like Langmu, he was indeed unable to obtain this opportunity. Similarly, Wang Chen could also throw away the severed finger, thus interrupting the opportunity.
But he would not discard the clue that was delivered to his door. If God gives it, then take it. If you don't take it, there will be retribution.
"But this thing is really a bit disgusting. It seems that I need to prepare some talismans to kill ghosts, or find a mountain gate like Longhu Mountain to learn it?"
According to the situation when the Dao Fruit descended, he had only obtained two clues, and was still a long way from the full picture of the final opportunity. So Wang Chen stopped thinking about it and walked into the cultivator settlement that he had come into contact with for the first time.
After walking briskly through several blocks, we arrived at the so-called inner town.
Compared with the outer towns frequented by mortals, this place was much more magnificent. The bluestone-paved streets were clean and tidy. The streets were especially wide, almost twice as wide as those in the outer towns, and the buildings were even more quaint, far from comparable to those gray bungalows in the outer towns.
Most of the passers-by were cultivators, and the occasional mortals seemed to be the cultivators' slaves.
Those young female cultivators dressed in the sect's clothes were as beautiful as peaches and plums, but they walked slowly like mortals, buying things like rouge and powder, and occasionally laughing with their hands covering their mouths. Every time they walked, a pair of embroidered shoes with exquisite patterns were revealed under their long skirts, which made Wang Chen take a few more glances.
Huangpo Village had never seen such beautiful and exquisite dress.
He was looking around with great interest, but he saw a commotion among the crowd in the distance. The various cultivators in the middle of the street actually consciously moved to the sides and made way for the main road of the street.
Gazing from a distance, he saw a large sedan chair with eight carriages slowly moving towards him from the far end of the street. Two beautiful maids were standing on both sides of the sedan chair. What made Wang Chen's pupils shrink was that the bearers carrying the sedan chair at the four corners were all cultivators!
The immortal in the eyes of mortals was carrying the sedan chair like a strong man among mortals who sold his labor, which made Wang Chen a little uncomfortable.
"She's the wife of the leader of the Baihua Gang."
“What a grand ceremony.”
There happened to be two female practitioners chatting quietly next to him, and their words were full of envy.
"Baihua Gang?"
Wang Chen's heart moved, and he vaguely caught something. He remembered the reason why the Jiangnan Gang was sent here, and he couldn't help but sneer.
