Fairy, don't be afraid, I, Wang Daqi, am truly an honest man.

Looking into his eyes, which had recovered completely yet still faintly shone with spiritual charm, Shen Ruyan felt a surge of turmoil in her heart.

He actually mastered the Heavenly Rank technique that the Shen family had passed down for thousands of years in just half an hour.

"Now that you've memorized it, hurry up and leave with me."

Shen Ruyan calmed herself down and said seriously, "Although I have suppressed the commotion on the top floor with an array, it will inevitably attract the attention of the family elders if it goes on for too long. Daqi, these three attack methods should not be revealed in front of others unless absolutely necessary."

Wang Daqi, fully aware of the dangers involved, nodded and replied, "Understood, I understand the principle of 'possessing a treasure invites trouble.' However, Senior Sister, cultivating this fifth level, the 'Azure Water Illusionary Chamber,' seems to require an immense foundation of bloodline..."

At this point, he rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly, his gaze fixed intently on Shen Ruyan.

Shen Ruyan's heart raced as he stared at her; how could she not understand what this little thief was thinking?

Since advancing in the Ancient Pupil Technique requires a purer bloodline, the two of them will likely need to engage in more in-depth "mutual training" to "improve their strength."

In fact, it was also a huge benefit for her.

Moreover, the higher Wang Daqi's cultivation level, the better he treated her...

In that instant, Shen Ruyan couldn't help but move closer to Wang Daqi: "Daqi, come to my place, let me move you..."

"Okay, let's move Senior Sister!!"

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Since the water conservancy project is still in the early preparation stage, many surveys and drawing verifications will take some time, so Shen Ruyan has a rare moment of leisure.

So, for the next ten days, she spent almost every day with Wang Daqi in a secluded room practicing meditation.

By evening on the tenth day, the setting sun was like blood.

Looking at Shen Ruyan, whose complexion seemed a little darker than usual, Wang Daqi couldn't help but tease her, "Senior Sister, you've gotten darker..."

Shen Ruyan was slightly taken aback, then realized the teasing in the little thief's words. Her pretty face instantly flushed red, and she gave him a playful glare, pinching his soft waist hard: "Nonsense, that's... that's from being tanned!!"

Wang Daqi gasped in pain, but kept chuckling.

Joking aside, the gains over these ten days were truly amazing.

With the combined infusion of dual cultivation and purple energy, both of their "Azure Water Golden Eyes" techniques actually broke through to the third level, achieving a hundred-mile vision range!

Now, as they gaze intently, the patterns of birds in flight and the veins of fallen leaves can be clearly seen from a hundred miles away.

Wang Daqi, relying on the unfathomable purple energy in his sea of ​​consciousness, clearly had a superior command of pupil power.

He can not only see far, but he can even penetrate some ordinary array restrictions and spiritual mists.

"Great! Now that your pupil technique has reached level three, we can go to Taobao."

While tidying her slightly disheveled hair, Shen Ruyan made the suggestion.

"Taobao??" Wang Daqi's eyes lit up.

"That's right," Shen Ruyan nodded. "When this 'Azure Water Golden Eyes' is cultivated to a high level, it has the miraculous effect of seeing through illusions and recognizing precious light. Our eyes can now see things that others cannot. If we go to the black market or flea market, we might be able to find those treasures that have been covered in dust."

Wang Daqi felt a strong urge to join in.

He had spent a lot of spirit stones to improve his cultivation level and was worried about where to make money.

After discussing it, the two immediately disguised themselves, concealing their identities as members of the Shen family, and arrived at the busiest market street in Qingyun City.

This place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, with stalls stretching for miles.

Wang Daqi walked through the bustling crowd, took a deep breath, and quietly circulated the purple energy and pupil power within his body.

hum! !

In an instant, the once ordinary street changed in his eyes.

Some of the stalls, laden with goods, emitted a faint red glow—the spiritual energy of inferior elixirs.

Some of them flickered with a faint white light, which was the fluctuation of ordinary magical artifacts.

But most stalls only sell worthless scraps and counterfeit goods.

Wang Daqi walked unhurriedly, his gaze sweeping over inconspicuous corners like that of a hawk.

Wang Daqi didn't intend to buy some ordinary items; he just casually asked the price to avoid being noticed by the shrewd vendors.

Although Shen Ruyan had also mastered the pupil technique, she did not have the support of purple energy, which greatly consumed her spiritual power.

So after a short while, her eyes became dry and stinging.

She gently rubbed the inner corner of her eye and muttered softly, "This pupil technique is so tiring. After looking at it for a while, my eyes are already sore."

Wang Daqi gave her a reassuring look, indicating that she should rest first.

He walked alone, his eyes sharp as he scanned the rows of stalls.

"Huh..."

Suddenly, Wang Daqi stopped in front of a secluded corner stall.

In that corner piled with rusted swords and broken pottery jars, a tattered black cloth lay quietly.

The fabric had a peculiar texture, exuding a coolness reminiscent of the hide of some wild beast.

It is densely engraved with ancient characters as small as ants.

To the average person, these words are already blurred and decayed.

It was even stained with a lot of dark red bloodstains and dirt.

But in Wang Daqi's vision, the moment his pupils touched those words, a desolate yet domineering aura suddenly rebounded.

It caused a stinging, needle-like pain in his eyes!

You can't look directly at it!!!

"This is definitely not an ordinary object!!" Wang Daqi's heart skipped a beat, and his breathing became rapid.

He originally thought he was just here to make a little money, but he never expected to find a lot of goods in this mess!

His years of experience surviving at the bottom of society allowed him to quickly calm down.

He didn't reach for the piece of parchment directly, but instead calmly pointed to a pair of blue boots on the stall and casually asked, "Boss, what grade are these shoes?"

The stall owner was a lean, middle-aged man.

Upon seeing a customer arrive, he immediately plastered on a professional smile: "Fellow Daoist has a discerning eye! This is a mid-grade, first-tier 'Swift Wind Boots.' To be honest, this was originally my elder brother's personal treasure, but he had a bit of an accident recently... Sigh, I urgently needed spirit stones, so I took it out. A brand new one would cost at least 180 spirit stones, but now it's only 80! Please take it!"

"eighty??"

Wang Daqi sneered, putting on an expert air, and pointed to several obvious cracks on the toe of the boot, "These shoes are so tattered, and you really dare to ask for an exorbitant price. Half of the array patterns are broken, aren't they? In my opinion, they're at most a low-grade first-tier defective product."

The stall owner blushed slightly, but still stubbornly insisted, "Although it's a bit broken, the foundation is still there, and it's definitely better than a typical low-grade first-tier item. How about this, I see you're genuinely interested in buying it, and I'm about to close up shop anyway. How much are you willing to pay?"

Wang Daqi held up three fingers, thought for a moment, then pulled back two, and finally made an eight-finger gesture.

"Eighty? Okay, deal!!" the stall owner said eagerly.

"No," Wang Daqi slowly shook his head, "it's eight spirit stones."

The stall owner's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he slapped his thigh: "Fellow Daoist, I'm closing down, not going bankrupt!!! Eight spirit stones? You're ruthlessly undercutting me!"

"These boots can only be used three to five times at most before their spiritual power completely dissipates." Wang Daqi made a move to leave. "Are you selling them or not? If not, I'll go take a look ahead."

"Hey! Come back!" The stall owner gritted his teeth, as if he had made a huge sacrifice. "Sell it! I'll sell it to you! Consider it my first sale of the day!"

These boots are indeed almost ruined; if they aren't sold soon, they'll probably just rot in my hands.

Eight spirit stones were a freebie for him.

As Wang Daqi took the boots, he casually picked up a dirty-looking piece of black paper next to him and said in a nonchalant tone, "This rag looks pretty thick. I can use it as a cover to wrap these boots so they won't prick my hands."

The stall owner glanced at the tattered leather that had been dug out of some ancient tomb ruins; it had always been used as a tablecloth to cushion the goods.

So, he simply waved his hand and said, "Take it, take it. There's plenty of this kind of junk."

Wang Daqi was overjoyed.

His expression remained calm and composed.

He deftly wrapped the tattered Swift Boots in black paper and carefully tucked them into his bosom.

He could feel that the black paper trembled slightly the moment it touched his chest, as if responding to the wisp of purple energy within him.

"This item seems to have no effect when driven by spiritual energy; it only becomes highly effective when powered by purple energy!!"

Wang Daqi suppressed the urge to burst out laughing and quickly arrived at a teahouse.

Shen Ruyan was sitting here, idly drinking tea.

Seeing Wang Daqi walking hurriedly, but with a thieving glint in his eyes that seemed to indicate he had made a fortune.

Wang Daqi secretly transmitted his voice: "Senior Sister, retreat!!"

Shen Ruyan understood immediately and put down her teacup.

The two tacitly avoided the main road and sneaked into the alleyway back to their residence like thieves.

"Daqi, I could hear your heart pounding! What lucky find did you manage to snag???"

As Shen Ruyan walked, she turned her head curiously, her beautiful eyes full of inquiry.

"Hehe, I'll show you a big one when we get back inside."

Wang Daqi deliberately acted mysteriously.

Let's look at the big one...

Shen Ruyan's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but let her imagination run wild.

Once they reached their own courtyard, Shen Ruyan finally couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed him, saying, "Alright, there are no outsiders here, hurry up and show me your treasure!!! Let me see it..."

Wang Daqi pulled out a dirty piece of black paper from his pocket, which was even stained with some oil.

Shen Ruyan frowned slightly, clearly not seeing any secret in this "tablecloth". She secretly activated the "Azure Water Golden Eyes" again, her pupils flashing with azure light, trying to see through the internal structure of the paper.

"oops!"

With just a glance, Shen Ruyan gasped, abruptly closing her eyes. Two streams of tears flowed down her delicate face as she rubbed her eyes with her fingertips.

"This thing...it feels like my eyes are being pricked with needles!"

"Senior Sister, are you alright?" Wang Daqi quickly supported her, his confidence growing stronger. "My eyes hurt a bit earlier too. Think about it, something that even we, who have cultivated three levels of pupil techniques, can't withstand, can it be ordinary?"

After recovering from her shock, Shen Ruyan looked at the piece of black leather with lingering fear, feeling both annoyed and amused: "Aren't you afraid of losing out? What if it's just due to the special material?"

"What's there to be afraid of? It's only eight spirit stones."

Upon entering the house, Wang Daqi found it unusually quiet.

These past few days, Xia Chunlian has been busy setting up protective barriers around the water conservancy project.

In order to learn more skills, Xu Yan also followed Xia Chunlian around all day like a little follower, helping her out.

Wang Daqi took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and laid the black paper flat on his knees.

He held his breath and carefully guided a wisp of the purest purple energy from the depths of his dantian, slowly injecting it into the paper.

hum! ! !

The originally decayed and dull black paper, upon touching the purple aura, seemed to burst forth with an astonishing suction force, as if a long-awaited rain had come to the parched land!

Immediately afterwards, those dense, garbled symbols came to life from the parchment, transforming into tiny golden characters that lined up and entered Wang Daqi's sea of ​​consciousness.

A message appeared.

"Great Mantra!! In all the heavens and myriad realms, only truth is invincible!"

"A Truth-Telling Talisman? This is actually a talisman that makes people tell the truth?!"

Wang Daqi's expression brightened as he looked at Shen Ruyan in front of him.

"Senior sister, what do you want to do now?" The voice was transmitted through the mantra talisman.