Fairy Eye

"It's him." Although he didn't know the man's name, Han Lin still remembered that this man was the drunken old man who had said he was going to have a bloody disaster.

When others saw this person pass by, they all kept their distance and showed expressions of disgust.

Han Lin then noticed that behind the disheveled old man, there was a little child who looked to be no more than five or six years old.

Although the child was with an elderly person, his clothes were not tattered; in fact, they were quite luxurious, a stark contrast to the elderly person's disheveled appearance.

The old man looked around and suddenly fixed his gaze on Han Lin. He raised an eyebrow and slowly walked towards him.

"Huh, did you make this talisman?"

The old man squatted down and picked up a talisman to examine it.

"Yes."

"How many spirit stones are needed for one?"

Two.

As Han Lin spoke, he glanced at the little boy beside him, who immediately lowered his head.

"Two? Heh, not expensive at all..." The old man examined the talisman in his hand, his eyes flashing as he pondered something.

Seeing this, Han Lin did not urge him, and calmly placed his palm towards the old man.

But upon seeing this, Han Lin couldn't help but be secretly startled, for the outlines of fourteen energy veins were actually visible on this person's body.

And all of them have already been connected.

Looking at the dantian again, it was shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see what was inside.

"Fourteen Qi channels? Isn't it said that there are only twelve levels of Qi Refining?" Han Lin was shocked by this person's cultivation level, but he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Moreover, two of them are distinctly different from the other energy channels; they do not connect to the limbs, but rather originate from the dantian and lead directly to the head.

He had never even heard of such a situation, let alone seen it.

"Master, I'm a little hungry. Shall we go get something to eat?" The little boy beside him suddenly spoke up, looking on expectantly.

"Jianling, be good. Your master will take you to eat something in a little while." The old man said to the child with a smile, then turned to look at Han Lin.

"Young friend, how many of these talismans do you have?"

However, Han Lin did not respond.

It wasn't until the old man stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him that Han Lin suddenly came back to his senses and turned his gaze away from the child.

"Young friend, I'm asking you a question."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Tell me, how many of these talismans do you have left? I'll take them all!"

"You want them all?"

Han Lin was overjoyed and took out the remaining talismans. "Senior, please take a look. There are ten in total."

"Hehe, you've got good taste, kid. You even know to call me senior." He immediately showed a smug expression when he saw Han Lin call him senior.

"Ahem, it's nothing, senior. This is a total of twenty low-grade spirit stones." Han Linqian smiled and brought the topic back to the main point.

"Twenty talismans? Not many, not many. I'll give them to you right now." The old man smiled, put the talisman into his pocket, and then started searching his clothes.

Han Lin gazed at the other man quietly, but unexpectedly, as the old man touched him, he suddenly grabbed the child beside him and ran away.

"What's going on?"

Han Lin was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening. He abandoned the cloth and chased after the disheveled old man.

"Don't run!"

"Child snatching! Help! Child snatching..." The old man shouted as he ran after Han Lin.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw.

"Everyone, help me stop him! He's buying things but not paying!" Han Lin shouted as he chased after him.

"What? You're not paying for what you bought?"

"Damn, I knew this old bastard was no good. He even dared to steal Fellow Daoist Han's stall! Everyone, don't let him get away!"

"That's right, Fellow Daoist Han is our provider! This old bastard is just asking for trouble!"

"..."

Upon hearing Han Lin's shout, some of the cultivators who had sold him beast blood were filled with righteous indignation and rushed forward to block the disheveled old man.

Unexpectedly, the old man let out a strange laugh, and with a nimble movement, he turned into a blur and passed right past them.

This left everyone dumbfounded.

He thought to himself, "This wretched beggar is actually a master?"

The disheveled old man, carrying the child, rushed out of the market at great speed and onto the main street.

Unexpectedly, the little boy under her arm struggled violently, crying, "Put me down! Put me down! Master, you're a bad person! I'm not going with you anymore! I want to go home!"

"Jianling, what are you saying? When did Master become a bad person? I'm a good person, a really good person!"

"Hmph! You steal other people's things and then call yourself a good person. I think you're shameless! I'm not going with you anymore, put me down right now!" the child said angrily.

"Ah, this..."

The old man scratched his head. "Jianling, this is a gift I snatched for you as a disciple. Don't you want it anymore?"

"No! I don't want something that's been stolen, no matter how good it is."

"this……"

The old man looked annoyed. "Alright, don't be angry, I'll give it back to him!"

Having said that, he looked at Han Lin, who was following closely behind, and said, "Ahem, young friend, I apologize, but I had a bit of an urgent need to urinate, so..."

"What's with the urgency?! You just want to steal someone else's treasure."

The child immediately contradicted the old man, making him feel incredibly embarrassed. However, the old man wasn't angry with the child; instead, he nodded in agreement.

"Jianling is right. I was wrong this time, young friend. I sincerely apologize to you and hope that you will forgive me this time."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply to Han Lin.

Han Lin reached out and took the talisman back, suppressing his anger as he said, "Senior, you really went too far. I haven't done anything to provoke you, yet you keep making fun of me!"

"Uncle, please don't be angry. I apologize on behalf of my master." Upon seeing this, the boy broke free and knelt down on the ground with a thud.

But just as he was about to kowtow, Han Lin and the disheveled old man simultaneously reached out and grabbed him.

"Sword Tomb is out of the question!"

The disheveled old man's expression changed slightly. "A real man shouldn't kowtow to others so casually."

Han Lin opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

The boy named Jianling said angrily, "My grandfather said that if you make a mistake, you should admit it and stand up straight when you are punished. You say you are wrong, but you don't feel any remorse at all! Jianling doesn't have a master like you."

This kid is really sensible.

Hearing this, Han Lin was deeply moved. It was truly remarkable that a five or six-year-old child could be so sensible.

"Could he really be a descendant of that person...?"

Thinking of this, Han Lin frowned slightly. "If that's the case, things might be a bit difficult to handle."

The disheveled old man seemed to have not expected the child to say such a thing. He was stunned with his mouth slightly open, but he felt more and more that he had found a treasure this time.

Then, regaining his senses, Qian smiled and said, "Jianling makes a lot of sense. However, you can worship heaven, earth, and your sovereign and teacher, but you can't kowtow to strangers. You're not apologizing; you're shortening their lifespan, understand?"

"Shortening one's lifespan?"

"Well, there are many ways to apologize, such as inviting him to a meal or a drink." The old man nodded with a smile, looking at Han Lin: "Young friend, how about we have a couple of drinks together?"