"Why doesn't my sorcery work on him?"
Watching Zhang Tian leave unharmed, the Celestial Master's heart sank.
He wasn't a fool; earning twenty million as a Taoist meant his mind was sharp. Yet, sometimes he was also single-minded.
What he decided on, he wouldn't let go.
"This guy must have some strength, otherwise, he couldn't have countered my sorcery. But even if a martial artist is strong, can they defeat a sorcerer?"
"Fine, tonight, I'll play with you."
"Just hand over the wooden sword obediently."
He thought to himself, a smile appearing on his lips, completely unlike his previous demeanor.
The Taoist quickly followed him out of the Crescent Hotel. As he stepped out, he waved his hand, and his once righteous face turned utterly malevolent.
He had a large black mole on his chin.
A thin strand of hair could be seen growing from the mole.
His eyes were a little askew, and his face was dark. If the lights were off, he'd be completely invisible.
He quietly moved to a corner and took out a small paper effigy.
He carefully placed the paper effigy on an altar, chanting an incantation.
"By the decree of Jade Purity, descend upon the Three Origins; With the command of the Ten Directions, as proclaimed; Each leading their subordinates, arrive at the altar; Spread the great transformation, open the heavens for salvation; Hasten, as the law commands!"
This was a spirit-summoning command!
But it seemed he had altered it, turning it into an evil spirit command.
As he finished speaking, white smoke emerged from the Taoist's hand.
He drew blood from his finger and infused it into the paper effigy.
The little figure seemed to come alive, actually running.
With its short legs, it hopped and skipped towards Zhang Tian.
Zhang Tian didn't understand much about sorcery, let alone this kind of spirit-summoning technique, which was a profound art.
Zhang Tian didn't notice it at all.
The effigy smoothly reached Zhang Tian's back and adhered to Zhang Tian's clothes, its color blending in.
Zhang Qilin seemed to sense something and glanced back with a cold gaze.
"Someone is targeting you," Zhang Qilin said in a frigid tone, deliberately standing behind Zhang Tian, his eyes holding a hint of coldness.
"No rush, I want to see what tricks this Mountain-Moving Taoist can pull."
"We're sleeping together tonight, let's catch this guy red-handed."
Zhang Tian whispered into Zhang Qilin's ear.
It was obvious who was behind this. He could guess it was the Mountain-Moving Taoist.
Since the Mountain-Moving Taoist was causing trouble for him, Zhang Tian wasn't a saint.
If possible, he'd eliminate him directly. If not, he'd cripple him, ensuring no future troubles.
Zhang Qilin nodded, his sword-like eyes sweeping behind Zhang Tian. He was incredibly perceptive, and his cultivation surpassed that of the Taoist.
Facing the Taoist's sorcery, it was like watching children play house.
"Boss, we earned so much money, let's go out to eat!"
Fatty, completely oblivious, yelled excitedly about going out for a meal.
"Okay, we'll go out to eat. Oh, and Old Hu, when you have time, go buy four wetsuits and get some oxygen tanks. We still need to go to Xisha, right?" Zhang Tian said. Hu Bayi nodded.
"Don't worry, boss. I already got them. I prepared them yesterday. But this time, will the expert team joining us affect our progress?" Hu Bayi hesitated before speaking.
He felt that bringing the expert team was like bringing a bunch of dead weight.
It felt strange.
Zhang Tian was unconcerned.
"First, we have no obligation to protect them. We are merely guides, so you don't need to feel too much psychological pressure."
"Second, the expert team will be beneficial for our subsequent actions."
Zhang Tian explained, and Hu Bayi nodded without saying more.
In fact, the reason Zhang Tian brought the expert team—
No, to be precise, bringing Shirley Yang—was because she was a descendant of the Grama tribe, the so-called prophet.
In layman's terms, a seer. The one the wolves target first at night.
Furthermore, Shirley Yang's identity wasn't clearly explained in the original work, suggesting she might not be human. She was also the one who opened Queen Jingjue's coffin.
Queen Jingjue's face sometimes resembled Shirley Yang's, and sometimes another person's.
Therefore, Zhang Tian speculated that Shirley Yang was unlikely to be human, possibly a reincarnation or something else.
In any case, she played a pivotal role, and Zhang Tian didn't want to abandon her. He might even gain something from it.
Of course, in the midst of all this was the Mu Chen Pearl. This item was essentially the eyes of a serpent god.
The Mu Chen Pearl had two functions: first, the soul's immortality.
Second, a passage to the phantom world. Zhang Tian wasn't interested in either of these.
Therefore, he didn't actually want to obtain it.
Unless the Mu Chen Pearl possessed some other power that attracted Zhang Tian, he wouldn't risk touching the curse.
Lost in thought, Zhang Tian said nothing more and continued walking.
In the Judgment Room.
[Seriously, a celestial eye tattooed on his forehead, he's truly opened his eyes!]
[Good heavens, is this the legendary disregard for wealth? Is money just dirt to him?]
[Four hundred million for one pill, are they crazy? What kind of shit pill is this powerful?]
[To the front, cow dung pills won't do, it has to be Meiyangyang's sheep dung pills!]
[????]
[Why did Zhang Tian buy a compass and a peach wood sword?]
[I know, he wants to become a Taoist! He's going to become a monk! Then he'll be with Xiao Ge and stop loving women.]
[To the front, are we promoting male-on-male romance?]
[Righteous eye, Ding Ding, identified as fake.]
[Will there be zombies later? Zombies are too weak, be careful not to upset Uncle Jiu in his afterlife.]
Countless people below were discussing.
Upon seeing the price, countless people were shocked. Most had never witnessed such a scene, so how could they not be stunned?
Especially this auction, which would become a topic of conversation for many in the future.
Chen Xi watched the scene, her gaze retracting.
She couldn't comprehend it. Would someone really spend so much money on a pill?
But did this pill truly have such effects?
She couldn't understand. Having received compulsory education, she simply couldn't accept or comprehend it.
"What is the scientific basis for this thing? Why does it have such an effect? If I had the chance to obtain one, perhaps I could research it and discover something."
Chen Xi thought to herself. Her indomitable spirit was the reason she invented the "brain-machine" in the first place.
But then she thought of the price.
She could only stand by and watch.
Her gaze fell upon Zhang Tian. She truly wondered how spectacular his life would be.
The scene continued.
The sky gradually darkened.
The moon replaced the sun.
Stars replaced the blue sky. Everything seemed so peaceful.
However, Zhang Tian wasn't sleeping. He sat on a chair, gazing at the peach wood sword in his hand.
"This thing is made of thousand-year-old peach wood. Could it be housing a tree demon from a certain Lanruo Temple?"
Zhang Tian's imagination ran wild.
He then shook his head and looked at the hilt.
"There's something inside this peach wood sword."
Zhang Tian said softly.
On the adjacent chair, Zhang Qilin slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at the wooden sword.
"I can feel that this wooden sword is very powerful." He uttered a few words.
Zhang Tian nodded. "There's another reason I wanted this wooden sword: I discovered that my ancient sword is effective against ghosts."
"But it has no suppressing effect on zombies. So, it's very useful, though I won't be using it."
As Zhang Tian spoke, Zhang Qilin spoke softly.
"With me here, you don't need to wield your sword."
Having said that, Zhang Qilin fell silent.
Zhang Tian understood his meaning: with him present, Zhang Tian wouldn't need to use his sword for offense.
However, Zhang Tian had a stubborn streak. How could he be protected by someone else? Zhang Tian would rather protect him.
"Haha, then let's see who protects whom more often!"
Zhang Tian laughed heartily. Zhang Qilin closed his eyes, remaining silent, but hearing Zhang Tian's words, he felt a peculiar sensation.
Under the moonlight, Zhang Tian gently pressed a button.
"Click."
With a crisp sound, a very thin wooden rod sprang out from the hilt of the sword.
Tiny inscriptions were carved on the rod.
Zhang Tian took out a magnifying glass and looked under the light.
Faintly, he could see a few characters.
"Celestial Master's Sword!"
Four small characters. Zhang Tian tried to probe it with his divine sense.
Unfortunately, there was no cultivation technique, only a name.
"What the heck, is this a scam? According to the plot, there should be an incredible cultivation technique, leading me to the pinnacle of life?"
Zhang Tian felt a bit frustrated. Just a wooden sword, and no cultivation technique. What was he supposed to do?
"Whoosh. Whoosh..."
Just as Zhang Tian was feeling dejected, a gust of wind blew from outside the door.
Accompanied by the sound of the window shutters rattling.
Outside, the old willow tree in the courtyard was strangely bowed, like an old man hunched over.
Swaying in the wind.
Yet, Zhang Tian looked up at the sky. It was clear and cloudless, with no wind at all.
The sound of willow branches swaying and wind blowing from outside the door was like a child crying.
"Hey? I was just wondering how to use the peach wood sword, and here it is, like wishing for it and it appears."
Seeing this scene, Zhang Tian instantly thought of the Mountain-Moving Taoist.
Isn't this the benevolent, compassionate Taoist who delivers cultivation methods?
He's arrived just in time.