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This aura was not limited to Yan Xiaobao. Everyone near him could feel it. Even the bustling citizens, including those who used to disregard their surroundings, stepped politely aside, opening up a path for Yan Xiaobao to walk through.
To everyone present, this was clearly an expert who typically did not belong to this city. What’s more, this expert far surpassed the nobles who once boasted about making the so-called "Kings of Experts" their family leaders.
Yan Xiaobao didn’t move at an unusually fast pace. Instead, he spent a considerable amount of ti heading towards one of the markets. He could have gone to the sa shop as before, but he had no intention of assisting anyone who had previously pursued him.
Instead, he made his way toward the city’s central area, where many markets were located. Yan Xiaobao wasn’t foolish. He knew his sudden appearance had drawn the attention of several individuals who were now tailing him and monitoring his movents. Although Yan Xiaobao would typically ignore such people, he had now gained the ability to integrate with Lan Feng’s Holy Spirit Halo.
When Yan Xiaobao sensed those following him, a slight smile crept onto his face as he headed toward a smaller market. The smaller markets were controlled by select noble families, and the shops within often sold staple goods at prices lower than those in the larger markets.
The larger markets could command higher prices because they often featured higher-grade magical artifacts, dicinal herbs, and mid-level Martial Arts skills. The smaller markets, on the other hand, were places frequented by rcenaries, while the upper-class preferred the larger markets.
If Yan Xiaobao had co to the market dressed in his old clothes earlier, he would likely have been denied entry. However, with his current deanor and the extraordinary aura he exuded, no one dared to stop him.
The guards overseeing the market cast envious and slightly fearful glances at Yan Xiaobao, while the custors once again made room for him, leaving everyone in a state of silent satisfaction.
Yan Xiaobao took his ti walking between different stalls, scanning the wares that included low-grade dicinal plants, blank scrolls, low-level Martial Arts skills, Low-level Magic Beast Cores, Low-level Magic Gems, low-quality weapons, low-quality armor, and low-quality mory Stones.
mory Stones were originally black gemstones with no actual abilities. However, each of them had a certain capacity to absorb spiritual energy and transfer it into tools used for recording. They could function as keys or even storage devices.
Low-level mory Stones were stones capable of absorbing a small amount of spiritual energy and transforming into tools. They could record a Martial Arts or spiritual art skill, capturing a real action for a brief mont and preserving that action—or relaying a ssage to another person.
Due to their limited spiritual energy capacity, they were commonly used as containers for Martial Arts and spiritual art skills. Once the spiritual energy ran out, the mory Stone would shatter, which often happened after being used a few tis. Whether it was for Martial Arts, spiritual art skills, battles, or even sending ssages to friends, this was their inevitable fate.
Considering that Yan Xiaobao and Lan Feng had three silver coins in their possession, they could have afforded mid-tier mory Stones. However, the low-level variants were actually more advantageous, as only a limited few could access the information they held before they broke.
When a mory Stone could only be viewed a few tis, buyers were forced to restrict who could attempt to activate it, reducing the chances of it attracting unwanted attention. Furthermore, while so might extract knowledge from a mory Stone into their minds, they’d be powerless to do so until they managed to activate it—without the ability to create new mories in the process.
Yan Xiaobao still harbored concerns about the entire plan of selling high-end Martial Arts techniques, yet whenever he sensed Lan Feng’s Spirit, he felt an inexplicable excitent mixed with a trace of schadenfreude he couldn’t understand.
"Lan Feng," he said while scanning the stall before him, "what’s got you so excited?"
Although the two souls could perceive each other’s emotions, truly understanding one another was impossible.
"Let tell you a story," Lan Feng said in a patient tone, reminiscent of bedti stories told to Yan Xiaobao during his childhood. "A long ti ago, there was an expert here. This expert sold two skills. One was a Martial Arts skill, and the other was a spiritual art skill. The prices for these two skills were outrageous, but their abilities seed well above average. In the end, I purchased a mory Gem containing both skills, only to find I couldn’t activate them. Before I finally succeeded in learning the Martial Arts technique, I had to try four tis, and the mory Stone shattered on my final attempt. On the other hand, the spiritual art skill still caused so issues. It was designed for individuals with an affinity for water."
Even as he continued his explanation, the Phoenix was visibly suppressing so deep-seated anger.
"Honestly, it made furious, and later, when I sought to track down the cultivator for revenge, I discovered soone had killed him. Imagine how that made feel—angry but unable to do anything! Not anymore! This ti, it’s my turn to outwit a naive fool. I need to know if these two skills genuinely hold value for soone!"
As Lan Feng concluded his final sentence, he let out a low grunt followed by a maniacal laugh. Although this behavior made Yan Xiaobao question the rationale behind Lan Feng’s suggestion to sell Martial Arts skills, he understood that even a Phoenix would struggle to easily activate them, which helped him regain his composure.
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