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Just as everyone hadn't had a chance to ask, Huangpu Xin had already started asking the next question.
"Old man, um, do I have the opportunity to improve myself while waiting here? Specifically, where?"
"You already have a plan, don't you? Oh, right, you see, I have a bad memory due to old age. I mainly came here at someone's request to tell you, 'Be careful... of the family.'" However, when these words came out of the old man's mouth, they disappeared automatically into the heavens and the earth, as if there were a divine decree, making them indistinct.
"What?" Huangpu Xin and his group didn't hear clearly.
The old man smiled and shrugged, "I was just passing on a message, I didn't hear clearly either."
Huangpu Xin How many people are speechless, can't you hear clearly? We've all experienced the heavenly tribulation, can't you hear clearly? Don't deceive the spirits.
The old man began to drive people away: "Alright, the key questions have been asked, let's go, let's go. I need to rest, young man."
"There's one more thing, old sir..." Chenhao I still haven't asked for the child's name...
The old man shook his head in response, "His mother's surname is Li, so let's call him Li Xuan."
Zhuge Ning My heart twitches. So it turns out that even cultivators can't name things properly...
The old man seemed to be able to read everyone's minds: "What, do you think it's too ordinary?"
"No, no, we rough folks can't come up with a name. It's his good fortune that you can do it for him," Chenhao quickly interjected.
"You kids just don't understand. Common names are easy to live with. You can't even take care of yourselves, so what do you need a good name for?"
The old man looked at everyone and said, "Meeting each other is fate. I don't have much to offer you, but..."
The old man then lightly tapped the table, and the teapot on the table began to float unsteadily, seemingly reluctant, and poured tea into several cups for the people.
"Drink up, there's nothing special, just a bit of tea leaves worth mentioning," the old man said with a smile.
Huangpu Xin nodded, accepted the immortal tea representing the inner world, thanked the old man, and kept the favor in mind.
Only a few others did not feel the strangeness of the tea, only feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after drinking it.
The old man nodded and said, "old man, I need to rest." The others bowed to the old man, who waved his hand, and they reappeared outside the teahouse.
"Did we just get any leads on that cautious family?" asked Huangpu Xin.
"Well, we just made contact with the Zhao family's young master. Could it be that he saw through our calculations and has ill intentions towards us?" speculated Zhuge Ning.
Chenhao nodded, "It's not impossible. Although we have stated that it's a unique copy, the sudden appearance of such a situation can only be attributed to something like a storage bag, which would naturally be judged as a wealthy possession."
"Ah, but does that mean the next step is to resort to murder and robbery? Aren't cultivators prohibited from using their powers within the city?" Zhuge Ning joked, peeking out from behind Ma Yunyang with a comical expression.
"..." With a slap, Ma Yunyang smacked him to the ground.
Chenhao shook his head. "I'm not sure either, it's just a possibility."
Huangpu Xin looked at the glowing Guardian City Array in the distance and said, "No, they will definitely kill and commit treachery. There is a saying, 'There are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom.'"
Huangpu Xin stopped in front of a pawnshop and said, "After so many years of development, have the cultivators really not found a way to deceive the detection and take action?"
The crowd became alert, and the city was also not safe.
"However, we haven't seen any cultivators along the way. This world should still be dominated by martial cultivation. The attackers should be martial cultivators," Huangpu Xin judged, pausing for a moment before adding, "At least the previous few waves were martial cultivators."
"Senior, don't scare me. I'm just a junior high student in a peaceful era. How many waves are you going to bring?" Zhuge Ning was instantly stunned.
"According to the customs of such large families, resources will not be wasted. We are not cultivators, so we should dispatch low-level martial practitioners first. If they are killed, then the seniors will come. The immortal cultivators are kept as a last resort." Huangpu Xin slowly entered the pawnshop.
The crowd followed with heavy hearts.
"Hey, what would you like to order, sir?" A burly boss approached, with an honest face and muscular body, looking more like a blacksmith than a shopkeeper.
"We're not looking for expensive items, we're here to shop on Taobao," Huangpu Xin said.
"Oh, I see... Our small shop may have higher prices. You might want to check out Wanbaozhai across the street," the shop owner replied, not showing any anger, but implying that there might not be what they are looking for here.
Huangpu Xin shook his head and said, "Hey, I went out today to have my fortune told, and it turns out there's treasure right here."
[When did you have your fortune told?] Chenhao was also stunned.
"[Made up, I just feel there's a similar source of energy here, so I came to try it out.]"
"Alright, I don't know where you got your information from..." The boss made a few secret gestures, and the shop assistants quietly retreated. "But I do have a few unredeemed items here, they can't be considered treasures."
The boss said as he closed the shop door and walked to the back, followed by the others.
They passed through a courtyard and arrived at a large warehouse-like building at the back. Upon opening the door, dust filled the air, causing everyone to cough.
"See, I told you there's nothing much. Why don't you see if there's anything you can use on you?"
Huangpu Xin smiled and said, "Hey, boss, you're being too modest. In our line of work, we believe in starting low and ending high. Even if we lose, we don't regret it."
"[Weren't you only involved in intelligence work before? What exactly are you doing outside? You're so professional.]" Chenhao puzzled.
"[Sigh, life is not easy...]"
[Speak human language!]
[It's just a part-time job, isn't buying and selling things for profit also considered a part-time job?]
"Okay, as you said," the boss led the crowd in. Inside, there were multiple compartments, all labeled with sealed characters, except for the last door which had nothing on it.
The boss pointed to the door and said, "The things in this room are all 'sunk goods'."
"What's the price?" Huangpu Xin is familiar with the route.
"Weigh it. One hundred taels per catty," the boss said.
Huangpu Xin looked at the size of the room and estimated, "No, that's too expensive. At most 120 catties."
"Deal!"
"Is it broken? You haven't already picked it out, have you?" Huangpu Xin pretended to hesitate and furrowed his brow.
"Of course not," the boss denied.
Huangpu Xin looked at it with a half-believing expression for a long time, shook his head, "Forget it, I have some spare money, let's open it."
The boss breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door: Inside, cobwebs were densely covered, and dust was flying in the dim room.
"Pick it." I hope you can pick more scrap, the boss thought.
Cui Cui is outside the door, Huangpu Xin leads everyone in.
"[You guys pick a few items to cover for me]
Unfolding telepathy, a barely noticeable light of orchid color flashed and disappeared, but it was Huangpu Xin who spread out cosmic energies to search for similar items through their resonance."
Chenhao casually picked a short sword, Zhuge Ning chose a hairpin, Ma Yunyang found a slightly rusty sword, and Wang Na took a pair of wrist guards.
After some searching, a faint resonance entered their minds. Huangpu Xin was delighted, but still frowned and said, "Boss, it's obvious that you've made a choice."
"The price is non-negotiable."
The boss felt that he was making a lot of money anyway. The items here had been selected by the headquarters, and the headquarters had compensated him according to the proportion. Whatever was left to sell was his. If it didn't sell, it didn't matter. He could still make some money by selling the surplus to the small vendors in the southern part of the city.
Huangpu Xin shook his head and took out the lightsaber to test its hardness.
When the boss saw him taking out the spiritual treasure to test its hardness, he immediately became unwilling: "If you damage it, you have to buy it!"
"Ts." Huangpu Xin pretended to be dissatisfied, but what he was actually looking for was the sword in his hand. He pretended to casually tap the side of the sword, sighed, and then picked up a seemingly ordinary black stone nearby.
"That's all there is, how come all the pawn shops have nothing but junk?" Huangpu Xin looked very distressed.
The boss secretly rejoiced, with a worried look on his face: "We are also a small business, there's no other way. If they don't come to redeem it, we can only find treasure hunters and sell the rest to small vendors."
The two completed the transaction with ulterior motives. Huangpu Xin left with the others, saying, "We'll come again next time!" The boss looked at the silver coins and burst into laughter.
In the distance, a pawnshop, a passerby selling snacks quickly packed up the stall and disappeared from the scene.
On this side, Huangpu Xin, who found a random inn to stay in, also felt a little happy.
"What's going on? Can you discuss it with me in advance next time?" complained Ma Yunyang.
"If we discuss it, we won't be able to seize the opportunity," Huangpu Xin took out a sword, 5 feet long and four fingers wide, with a dragon-shaped blood groove in the middle, double-edged. The sword guard was plain and unremarkable, with beast-faced cloud patterns, and the workmanship was a bit rough. It felt like even as a craft, no one would buy it, and it was rusty.
"Is this it?" Zhuge Ning looked at the rust on the surface and mocked with his soul.
Huangpu Xin smiled, infused cosmic energies, and hummed. The rust fell off, and the whole sword emitted a blue light, causing a stinging sensation even from a distance.
"??? What the heck, are you the main character?" Zhuge Ning mocked.
"Nonsense, he sensed it beforehand, not like Xiaohuohuo, who picks up artifacts on the carpet." Chenhao revealed.
"…I just feel the presence of similar energy…" explained Huangpu Xin.
"But what's strange is that the cosmic energies I brought from the Marvel world are completely different from the energies of the two major cultivation systems in this world. It's even safe to say they are completely different. Who would create something that doesn't belong to this world at all??" Huangpu Xin frowned. He couldn't help but think that it was wrong for something from the Western fantasy world to appear in the Eastern immortal world.
"Will there be time travelers?" Zhuge Ning still pondered.
"I don't know. There's too little information to analyze, and it's useless to speculate too much." Chenhao said helplessly.
"The energy on this sword is of the same origin, but it is very low-level. It has just been covered by my cosmic energies, so even if someone is fishing, they won't find us," reassured Huangpu Xin to everyone.
"Then let's talk about it later. Maybe after we have a deeper understanding of this world, it will be self-defeating," Chenhao sought a cautious approach.
Huangpu Xin shook his head: "There are still things that haven't been done."
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