If the sect doesn't accept geniuses, they will become giants once they leave?

Chapter 464: Treasure Hunt

The monk who had been looking calm suddenly changed his expression and his eyes flickered, as if he had committed a thief.

"Dao, Daoist friend, look at what you said. If you don't buy it, I'm going to leave—"

A storage bag fell into the monk's hands.

The cultivator first looked up and down at Li Yanmo's outfit, then subconsciously curled his lips and muttered while casually opening the storage bag, "Daoyou, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but I look like a money-grubber... Open!"

The monk knelt down in front of Li Yanmo with a thud, his eyes shining with clear light.

"You are so good at judging people!"

"Where did you find the prototype of these sunglasses?" Li Yanmo picked up one of the pairs of sunglasses and brushed his fingers across the mirror surface.

Although the monk said that this was a magic weapon, it was just a pair of sunglasses with a few magic circles attached to the mirror surface.

But the maker must be very familiar with the function of sunglasses.

"Hehehe - big brother, this is a long story. Let me introduce myself first. Everyone calls me Treasure Hunter. I think it sounds quite appropriate, so I use this as my real name. I am from the treasure-hunting lineage. Because running a sect is too troublesome, we disbanded the sect. Everyone does their own thing and won't see each other for decades. So even if you catch me, you won't be able to lure out other people from the treasure-hunting lineage," Xunbao Lang did not forget to add after introducing himself. It was obvious that he suffered a lot because of his background.

"Don't worry, I have no grudge against you treasure-hunting clan, otherwise why would I give you spirit stones? I'm just curious about where you found the prototype of this pair of sunglasses," Li Yanmo raised his hand and waved, his gaze returning to the sunglasses magic weapon in his hand that was imitated using various simple formations.

Li Yanmo has some speculations about the origin of the prototype of these sunglasses.

The memories of Chi Che's world are gradually becoming blurred under the influence of Nan Ke Yi Meng's magical powers, but he still remembers the general things, such as the fact that because of the exhaustion of cultivation, the whole world ushered in the so-called Dharma Ending Age, and the level of science and technology began to soar, which is infinitely close to the modern times he knows. Modern products similar to sunglasses have also appeared.

The evil stars in the sky are transformed from various small worlds, and the time is countless times faster than that of the big world. Perhaps a few of the evil stars have entered the Dharma-Ending Age for some reason. Under the rapid development, modern products appeared, and finally they were discovered by the treasure hunter by chance.

But the answer given by Xunbaolang made Li Yanmo stunned.

"My fellow Daoist, I unearthed the prototype of this magic weapon!" Treasure Hunter lowered his voice mysteriously, "It was an ancient battlefield where a great war between immortals took place! I risked my life and nearly died to find this item!"

"...Even if you say so, I can't buy it at a high price."

"Actually, I'm good at some tricks, so I hitched a few rides and entered the ancient battlefield. I was timid and didn't dare to compete with those big brothers, so I kept digging, digging, and digging, and then I dug up the prototype of this magic weapon. Other than that, there were just some random things." The treasure hunter scratched his head awkwardly, "I spent so much effort, I can't just go back empty-handed, so I took the one that looked the most useful and tinkered with it, and the result was-"

Treasure Hunter paused, clenched his fists, and pointed at the monks in the audience with a wail.

"Even if they were struck by a flash and had a seizure, they still said they didn't need it!"

The few monks closest to them tilted their heads silently.

Li Yanmo frowned slightly.

How could it be dug out by digging downwards?

"Do you still have that thing with you?"

"This... because it's too old, it broke after I fiddled with it a little, but I have a map here." Xunbaolang shrank his neck, but soon seemed to remember something and immediately took out a map and stuffed it into Li Yanmo's hand with pretentious generosity, "I'll give it to you as a token of my goodwill!"

Li Yanmo weighed the map in his hand and didn't refuse. Xunbaolang seemed to want to say something, but a loud roar came from a distance.

"Treasure Hunter! You're breaking the rules again!"

Two monks dressed in Taoist competition uniforms walked quickly towards them. Xunbaolang's face changed immediately. He put away his cart and ran away. Not only was his speed fast, but his steps were also extremely strange. The two monks who were chasing him couldn't even catch the corner of Xunbaolang's clothes.

Of course, Xunbaolang was also very malicious. He ran towards the audience seats. The audience there were all elders, but they were all elders from second-rate or lower sects, and their cultivation was only at the Golden Core and Yuanying levels. The two cultivators did not want to hurt the audience by mistake, so they restrained themselves and eventually let Xunbaolang escape.

One person continued to pursue him, while the other ran back, "My fellow Taoist, you shouldn't have bought anything from that liar, right? That treasure hunter doesn't have a business license. If you had bought anything from him..."

The man's gaze moved down to the sunglasses in Li Yanmo's hand.

Li Yanmo immediately said, "You scared him away before I even had time to pay."

After hearing what Li Yanmo said, the man breathed a sigh of relief, gave a few instructions, and explained some more about the treasure hunter before leaving.

After the man left, Miao Qianqian lowered her voice and said, "Master, I think that treasure hunter is not very reliable. Six out of ten of his words are not feasible."

"It doesn't matter. I already know what I want to know."

Li Yanmo touched the map through his clothes, looking at the Jindan Competition arena without arrogance or impatience.

The one fighting on the stage at this moment was a genius from a super sect, Dou Zong, while his opponent was from a first-rate sect.

They are both in the Jindan stage, and even their Jindan are top-grade Jindan.

With exactly the same configuration, the genius from the first-rate sect had no power to fight back and was defeated quite easily.

Miao Qianqian's attention also returned to the competition, her expression extremely solemn.

She is already a Nascent Soul cultivator. According to common sense, even a Golden Core peak cultivator who is half a step away from Nascent Soul would be killed by her with a slap.

But her intuition told her that even the genius from the first-rate sect who was beaten so easily could easily cross levels and defeat her who was in the Nascent Soul stage.

At this moment, a shrill ghost howl brought boundless darkness that covered the light of all the spells. A person in the audience suddenly changed his expression. He stood up and attacked without paying attention to the rules of the Taoist competition. His cultivation of half a step to becoming a god fully erupted.

"stop!"

The surging darkness quickly shrank and turned into a skull with a strange smile, which rushed straight towards the cultivator who was half a step away from becoming a god. When the two collided, the cultivator who was half a step away from becoming a god was wrapped in black mist and fell heavily to the ground. In the arms of the cultivator who was half a step away from becoming a god, there was a young man, but the young man was bleeding from all seven orifices, his breath was hanging by a thread, and his eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.

Even Miao Qianqian could see the problem.

"This person's soul is destroyed, and he is no different from being dead."

The ghost fog dissipated, Shentongzi put his hands behind his back and smiled contemptuously.

(End of this chapter)