Chapter 2074: Swindler's Crafty Map

Just when everyone thought there would be a fierce battle between dragons and tigers, an old man with an immortal appearance descended from the sky and stood between the three.
Upon seeing the old man, Zhou Chuanyun and Chu hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Greetings, Elder!"
Ningchuan held the Divine King Bow in his hand and looked at the old man in front of him. This person should be the Elder of the Divine Pavilion. With the cultivation of a six-star Divine King, he doesn't seem to have anything extraordinary. He doesn't have three heads and six arms either. I wonder why the outside world exaggerates the Divine Pavilion so much.
The old man looked at the two men, flicked his sleeves, and indicated for them to step back. Zhou Chuanyun and Chu Yi dared not object, so they joined forces and flew away into the distance. When Ningchuan gestured to pursue, the old man suddenly appeared in front of him, looking at Ningchuan as if he was seeing a great number of peerless beauties.
Until the old man saw Ningchuan with all his body hair standing up, he chuckled and said, "Are you interested in joining the Divine Pavilion? I remember you were ranked third on the Divine Pavilion's divine chart!"
Ningchuan took the Divine King's bow and shook his head, saying, "Not interested!"
A faint sentence shocked the surrounding crowd, as this kid calmly refused the invitation from the God Pavilion. He must be either crazy or foolish.
However, the old man just smiled calmly and said, "Young friend, we are always ready to welcome you!"
This makes many cultivators around feel incredible. They have never seen the Divine Pavilion taking the initiative to invite someone.
In the following few days, Ningchuan and Aolie, along with a few others, found quite a few immortal treasures and spirit herbs in the Savage Wilderness Mini World.
However, a few days later, the Sheng Ge emitted a sound, causing all cultivators to withdraw from the Wild World, and all practitioners did not resist. Now, the small world can be described as a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with countless wild monsters constantly besieging the practitioners. Ning Chuan and his companions also withdrew from the Wild World.
After all the cultivators have exited the Small World, the God Pavilion plans to temporarily close the entrance of the Small World and discuss the next time to enter the Small World. They have also set a rule for many cultivators not to provoke the savage beasts inside.
For those monsters, they are the indigenous inhabitants of the Savage Little World, while these practitioners are considered outsiders.
Unable to enter the Savage Little World, Ningchuan could only wander around the vicinity of the Divine Pavilion, where he also stumbled upon a small market.
Bofu City is located in a canyon, surrounded by a formation, and those who come here are the proud disciples of the Divine Pavilion. Due to the nature of the small world, some cultivators who have obtained immortal treasures from the small world are also concentrated here.
The canyon is covered by formations that humans are completely unaware of, and the area of this market is quite large, like a small town, with houses even built on both sides.
Ningchuan Station stands in mid-air, looking down at the gorge. The entire Xiaogu road resembles a giant dragon crouching on the ground, with its head facing the temple. The atmosphere here is extraordinary, like a land of resting dragons.
In curiosity, Ningchuan entered the valley, where there were pavilions made of jade stones on both sides and houses covered with giant trees. There were also some places with stalls directly placed outside.
Finally, Ningchuan stopped in front of an old Taoist. The old Taoist was dressed in a tattered Taoist robe, with his gray hair messily tied behind his head. His hands were greasy as if he hadn't washed them for days, and there was black mud in his fingernails.
In front of Lao Dao is a worn-out straw mat, on which several worn-out artifacts are placed. Ningchuan doesn't find any of these artifacts appealing, except for four stones placed around the mat.
Four shabby black stones appear to be casually picked up from the roadside by Lao Dao, but only Ningchuan thinks otherwise because he has been to Shengren Mountain and even had a close encounter with the peak of the mountain.
He recognized that these stones came from the peak of Shengren Mountain. Ningchuan had also wanted to dig out the extremely fast stones from the ground and take them away, but in the end, he came back empty-handed. The whole Shengren Mountain seemed to be a whole, and no stone could be taken away from it.
Ning Chuan lowered his head and touched the black stone. Yes, this black stone was brought back from the top of the Sage Mountain, and even the aura on the stone was exactly the same.
"An unparalleled treasure, once used by a sage. Would you like to take a look, young brother?" The old Taoist perked up as he picked up a worn copper seal from the grass mat and handed it to Ningchuan.
Ningchuan held the copper seal and weighed it before saying with a smile, "How many spirit stones?"
The old Daoist looked at Ningchuan and chuckled, "Young man, using the term 'spirit stones' is a bit cliché. This is a treasure that has been used by a saint. Even if you have many spirit stones, you can't buy it. I wonder if you have any immortal treasures or spiritual herbs in your hand?" A hint of cunning flashed in the old Daoist's eyes.
The magical weapon in his hand had no trace of mana, but seeing the old daoist's mysterious appearance, Ningchuan looked deeply at him. However, there seemed to be a layer of black mist shrouding the old daoist's body, making it difficult to see his true form.
Place the bronze seal among the grass mats, and Ningchuan pointed to another magical tool, saying, "Is this also a magical tool used by the Sage?"
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The old man nodded approvingly and said, "Of course, let me tell you, this is the treasure used by the Sage who moved mountains back then."
Ningchuan immediately frowned upon hearing this. He had just asked about a silver needle-like magical tool, but the old man claimed it was a treasure used by the Mountain-moving Sage. Did he think Ningchuan was unaware of it?
He never imagined that the Mountain Moving Saint would be able to fight with an enemy by pinching a silver needle with his two fingers. Thinking about this, Ning Chuan said, "This magic tool is made well. I wonder if the Daoist master could teach me?"
Laodao was not embarrassed when Ningchuan exposed him, and then stood up slightly mysteriously, saying, "Young man, I really have something different here, I don't know if you can afford it!"
The old man casually picked up a black stone that was pressing down on the grass mat. Ningchuan's heart skipped a beat and he took out a spiritual herb directly from his storage bag. This spiritual herb had existed for at least ten thousand years, but it still remained crystal clear with a swirling mist around it.
The old man with the elixir in his hand, his eyes lit up, reached out and grabbed it from Ningchuan's hand, then reached into his own arms and pulled out a roast chicken.
Ningchuan was also stunned. Could it be that this old man was deceiving him? However, the old man quickly took off the paper wrapping the roasted chicken and handed it to Ningchuan, whispering, "This is a treasure map, young man, do not tell anyone!"
Ningchuan took the paper from Lao Dao, who seemed a bit confused, and lowered his head to look at it. The drawing on the paper was a map of the barbarian world, and he recognized some places in it. This map must be real, but how could such a fortunate thing happen to him?
Old Dao pointed to a spot on the map marked with a red cross and said, "Let me tell you, young man, this is the location of a place where immortals are buried. The immortals buried here are true immortals, beings that surpass saints. I can see that you have extraordinary aptitude, with a healthy complexion and a faint presence of dragon energy swirling around you. You must have great fortune, and perhaps, young man, you can find the path to surpassing saints!"
The word from the old Taoist made Ningchuan feel puzzled for a moment, but he soon realized that he had encountered a swindler. The old Taoist was all talk and no truth.
Ningchuan looked at the old Taoist without saying a word, grabbed the map, stood up, and walked away into the distance. Regardless of whether the old Taoist was deceiving him or not, Ningchuan was determined to try and return to the primitive world.
After wandering around for a while, Ningchuan finally found a place where there was no one. He carefully looked at the map, and there was a mountain peak marked on it, surrounded by nine mountain ranges.
It looks as if all nine dragons have gathered in one place, performing a spectacular play? That marked mountain peak looks like a shining pearl on the map, indicating that the place indeed has extraordinary fortune. Moreover, there are a few lines of small characters marked on the other side of the mountain peak.
However, the handwriting seems a bit blurry. "Road, altar... seven colors, people from the outside world," these words are somewhat discernible, but most of the remaining content is illegible. As Ningchuan looked at these few words, something suddenly occurred to him.
Because all these thoughts gradually merged in his mind, he speculated that the divine consciousness of that ancient powerhouse did not belong to someone from this realm, but rather from an external world.
And in this realm, the cultivation can only evolve to the level of a sage, which is the pinnacle. If one wants to find a path beyond the realm of a sage, they must break through this universe. However, for millions of years, no one has truly been able to break free.
However, now some things are gradually becoming clear. The shrine that allowed Linglong to obtain the golden small dragon should be one of them. However, the most he has seen is a four-color shrine, and the one that can go beyond the universe should be a seven-color shrine. There should be another pathway within the divine pavilion, but it is unknown if the remaining forces have any paths in their hands.
Not long after, Ningchuan put away the map in his hand and turned back to the stall where Laodao was. At this time, Laodao was spitting and talking to a cultivator, while holding a map in his hand.
In the end, the practitioner took out three spiritual herbs before buying the map from the old Taoist. Ningchuan's heart skipped a beat as he realized yet another person who had been deceived, temporarily forgetting that he had just been the one deceived.
And Ningchuan stood in place for about one or two hours. During this time, he watched Laodao sell about thirty to forty maps, which made him increasingly suspicious about the authenticity of the map in his arms.
Finally, Ningchuan looked at the old man's bulging arms and didn't know how many maps he had. Just as Ningchuan was about to find the old Dao.
Suddenly, a group of people came towards them, led by a middle-aged man, who was magnificent with a big red robe draped over his body. He didn't hide his peak-level God King realm at all. Behind him was a group of practitioners with deadpan expressions.
Old Dao looked at the group of people and rolled up the grass mat in front of him. In a flash, he disappeared from the original spot. At this moment, the group of people arrived at the spot where Old Dao had just set up his stall.
"Where is he? Wasn't he supposed to be here selling maps? Why is he nowhere to be seen now? Can anyone explain this to me?" an angry voice of a middle-aged man came from ahead.