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The old man retracted his aura so intensely that it was impossible to sense any sign of life from him. The Illumination Talisman of Lingfeng continued to glow, illuminating both Lingfeng and the old man.
The old man chuckled, then immediately returned to a serious demeanor, looking down at Lingfeng with an air of arrogance. "I am the Magic Hermit. What brings you here?"
Lingfeng found it hard to believe the old man's sudden change in expression. Anyone unaware might think he had a split personality. However, Lingfeng did not bow formally; instead, he slightly inclined his body and said, "I am Wuxing, here to pay my respects to you, senior. I mainly wish to inquire about some information."
Unexpectedly, the old man raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly, pouting like a child. "What senior and junior nonsense is this? I despise such titles! You really don’t know how to speak!"
Lingfeng clicked his tongue and looked at the old man. Although he appeared to be nearly fifty years old, he was articulate and clear-minded, with especially bright eyes that sparkled with energy. When he pouted, he resembled an old child.
"Oh, I come to pay my respects to you as my elder brother and have an important matter to discuss!" Lingfeng rolled his eyes and then returned to his true nature, speaking somewhat rudely.
The old man indeed had a peculiar temperament; upon hearing Lingfeng refer to him as "elder brother," his serious expression instantly transformed into one of joy. He bounced over to Lingfeng's side and patted him on the shoulder. "Now that's more like it! From now on, call me elder brother, and we can discuss anything."
Lingfeng smiled and nodded in agreement, though he was somewhat surprised by the drastic changes in the old man's demeanor and his unexpectedly friendly words; he certainly did not seem like an ordinary person.
The old man pulled Lingfeng into a thatched cottage that was quite shabby inside, filled with a musty odor.
Lingfeng instinctively held his breath, hesitating at the doorway.
The old man seemed oblivious to this; perhaps due to his long residence there, he had grown accustomed to it.
Then, the old man gently waved his sleeve, causing a candle on the table to spark suddenly and illuminate the entire cottage.
Upon seeing the scene inside, Lingfeng couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. The table and chairs were cluttered and dirty as if they hadn't been cleaned in a long time.
"Make yourself comfortable, why are you standing?" the old man said warmly.
Lingfeng opened his mouth and then simply sat down, thinking that sitting for a while wouldn't hurt anyone.
"By the way, what do you want to ask me?" The old man sat beside a wooden bed and looked at Lingfeng.
Lingfeng noticed that the old man's carefree demeanor was somewhat similar to his own personality. His untidy habits reminded Lingfeng of Azure Vine, which created a sense of familiarity. Lingfeng also knew that these people disliked beating around the bush, so he got straight to the point and said, "I came to visit you, big brother, and I actually want to know what season it is now!"
The old man did not show any surprise. After thinking for a moment, he looked at Lingfeng curiously and said, "Isn't it summer right now? Do you really need to ask that?"
Outside, everything was vibrant and lively, indicating it was indeed summer, but what Lingfeng wanted to know was the month.
Realizing that his question was somewhat flawed, Lingfeng smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and asked, "Then may I ask, big brother, do you know what month it is now?"
This time the old man seemed surprised. After a brief silence, he slowly replied, "Why do you ask this?"
It seemed that in the entire Cultivation Realm, the term "month" was considered dangerous; everyone appeared quite startled when they heard it.
"I naturally have my reasons for needing this information, but it's inconvenient for me to explain to you!"
Lingfeng kept addressing him as "big brother," which warmed the old man's heart and made him quite happy. However, he still hesitated regarding Lingfeng's question.
"This...," the old man scratched his head in distress and then paced back and forth on the ground before finally asking, "Do you have any other questions?"
Lingfeng shook his head, "That's it, just this one question!"
"Oh dear!" The old man sighed heavily, looking somewhat anxious. "I can answer any other questions you have, even a hundred or a thousand of them without hesitation, but this particular question is really difficult!"
"What's so hard about it?" Lingfeng never understood why this simple question about a month would cause such a reaction. Was there some secret hidden within that month?
"Well..." The old man paused again, "I don't really know either. It's just that in the Cultivation Realm, discussing the issue of months is not allowed!"
Lingfeng looked at the old man, who wore a helpless expression. It seemed he wanted to share the answer to Lingfeng's question but was being held back by something that prevented him from speaking.
At that moment, the fragrance of flowers wafted in through the window. Lingfeng couldn't help but take a couple of deep breaths and suddenly remembered something.
He recalled that in the Herb Hall, when he discussed the preparation method of Mandrake Poison with Mei, she mentioned that the main ingredient for this poison came from Mandrake Petals harvested in December.
Thinking of this, Lingfeng suddenly felt excited. He lowered his head in contemplation and then changed his approach, asking, "Do you know everything?"
Upon hearing Lingfeng's words, the old man raised his head high with pride and said, "Of course!"
Lingfeng secretly smiled and then provoked him, "I don't believe you; there's one question you definitely don't know the answer to!"
"Are you judging me? Do you know my reputation in the Cultivation Realm?"
Lingfeng shook his head; he truly didn't know what this old man's name was.
The old man proudly raised his head again and pointed at himself, saying, "I am the Master of All Things in Magic State!"
"Master of All Things in Magic State!" Lingfeng exclaimed in surprise. During his time at the Demon Suppression Sect, Lingfeng had heard of this person's name. He was known for his expertise in divination, knowledge of literature and geography, and for creating an illusion based on the Mandala Demon Flower.
However, this person was eccentric and overbearing, with a peculiar personality that made it difficult for most people to understand his thoughts. As a result, very few could communicate with him normally. Later on, for reasons unknown, he mysteriously disappeared from the Cultivation Realm, only to be found as a Hermit in the Mandala Demon Realm.
Knowing the background of this unimpressive old man left Lingfeng even more astonished and secretly admiring. Although this jack-of-all-trades was eccentric, he still held some fear towards powerful forces, which is why he was unwilling to disclose information about the current month in the Mandala Demon Realm.
Of course, Lingfeng had his own ways to make him speak.
"How about it? Are you scared now, little brother?" the jack-of-all-trades looked at Lingfeng disdainfully and said arrogantly.
Lingfeng secretly chuckled and pretended to be very impressed, clasping his fists and saying, "I have long heard of your great name, brother. Today’s meeting truly lives up to its reputation." After a pause, Lingfeng continued, "However, no one is perfect; even if you don't know my next question, it doesn't matter. I won't hold it against you!"
With those words, Lingfeng successfully provoked the jack-of-all-trades. The two ends of his mustache trembled slightly as he furrowed his brows and said, "Who doesn’t know the answer? Just ask your question; I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer!"
"Is that so?" Lingfeng's eyes lifted with a sly expression already evident on his face. Although this jack-of-all-trades had great skills, he lacked cunning and only hoped that Lingfeng wouldn’t speak ill of him.
"Then let me ask you: do you know how Mandrake Poison is made?" Lingfeng inquired.
The jack-of-all-trades chuckled and stroked his beard before shaking his head in response. "Mandrake Poison is made from the petals of the Mandrake Flower picked in December!" He then looked at Lingfeng and asked with a smile, "So, did I get it wrong?"
Lingfeng nodded in satisfaction and gave a thumbs up before setting up another suspenseful question. "There’s still one more question that even a four-year-old could figure out, but..." Lingfeng lowered his voice and looked at the jack-of-all-trades with some suspicion before finally saying, "But I'm afraid you won't be able to answer it!"
"You..." the Know-It-All's eyes widened in anger as he pointed at Lingfeng and shouted, "Is there anything I can't do? Am I not even as good as a four-year-old child?" With that, he turned away in a huff, clearly upset.
Lingfeng couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, finding the adorable old man even more endearing. He quickly went over to comfort him, saying, "Big Brother, if you know that, then how much longer until we can prepare the Mandrake Poison?"
The Know-It-All was completely unaware that he had fallen into the trap. He counted on his fingers and muttered, "The Mandala Demon Flower blooms in April, and it has been blooming for a month now, so it is May. May is seven months away from December..." His face lit up with joy as he exclaimed to Lingfeng, "There are still seven months until we can prepare the Mandrake Poison!"
Lingfeng was also delighted and couldn't help but laugh lightly. Then, fearing that the Know-It-All would realize he had set him up, he pretended to be surprised and said, "Wow, Big Brother, you're amazing! You even know this!"
"Hehe, of course!"
"Know-It-All!" At that moment, an anxious shout came from outside, sounding rather unfriendly.
"Haha, the old deadpan is here!" the Know-It-All cheered excitedly.
Lingfeng recognized the voice and suddenly remembered it belonged to the village chief. He quickly gestured for the Know-It-All to be quiet and said, "Big Brother, I have something to do. I’ll be leaving now!" He then headed toward the back window.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't!" The Know-It-All grabbed Lingfeng and said, "That old man's cultivation is no joke. If you jump out of the back window, he'll definitely notice you. But even though that old man seems lifeless, he's not a bad person. Why are you trying to avoid him?"
The Know-It-All had no idea that Lingfeng had secretly infiltrated Niujia Village and that the village chief was unaware of it. If the village chief saw Lingfeng here, who knows how he would deal with him?
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