“This knife…”

The old knife seller slowly glanced at An Qisheng and asked, “Sir, are you looking to take a knife on credit, or to buy one?”

“Is there a difference?”

An Qisheng looked at the old knife seller with interest.

There were no fluctuations of divine power, no fullness of blood energy, no unusual aspects at all. He seemed like an ordinary person.

But An Qisheng naturally wouldn't think he was an ordinary person.

Blood energy and divine power could be concealed, but the physical body could not. A physical body that had been tempered time and time again had something that could not be hidden.

People can deceive, but organs and viscera cannot.

“This knife is a favor knife. The price depends on the person. It can be bought on credit or outright. As for the price, it depends on how much the buyer's favor is worth.”

The old knife seller smiled and asked, “How much does sir think his favor is worth? That's how much this knife is worth.”

“A favor knife, naturally, must be bought with favors.”

The old knife seller said softly:

“If you want to buy, then buy. If you don’t want to buy, then leave. Don’t delay my business.”

“That knife. The previous guest looked at it, and you asked for thirty Tian Ding Pills. Why, if I want to buy it, I have to pay with a favor?”

An Qisheng’s eyes were like water, without any trace of worldly fire. Standing in the long street, he was like he was in a blessed immortal mountain, with a feeling of ascending to immortality.

“That guest is lazy in limbs, not rich at home, and has very poor luck. Thirty Tian Ding Pills are all he can earn in his lifetime. He can buy a knife with thirty Tian Ding Pills, but naturally, that's not the price for you, sir.”

The old knife seller took a deep look at An Qisheng and asked again:

“How much is sir’s favor worth?”

“Bodhisattvas fear the cause, sentient beings fear the result. Favors are priceless and cannot be lightly promised…”

An Qisheng stroked the knife with his fingertip. The knife hummed 'woo woo', and the light was like water. Among ordinary iron, it could be considered a divine weapon: “Your knife doesn't seem worth it.”

The two did not deliberately avoid others when they spoke, nor did they lower their voices, but no matter how they spoke, the surrounding pedestrians seemed to not see them at all.

They passed through as if they were unaware.

“Whether it’s worth it or not depends on the individual. I'm doing business, and even if the deal doesn't go through, there's still goodwill.”

The old knife seller just smiled and did not argue.

“I heard that there is a hidden sect in Dongzhou. Each generation passes on three or five people, scattered all over the world, called the She Dao Men (Knife-Owe Sect). The master of the She Dao Men is also called the She Dao Ren (Knife-Owe Person)…”

An Qisheng casually pinched from the void, and a book fell into his fingertips.

With a slight shake, the three characters on it could be seen: She Dao Men.

This was a booklet compiled by the Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Child. There were many similar ones, ranging from the three holy lands and ten major sects to small, unknown sects in Dongzhou.

As well as some rogue cultivators.

Of course, some of the information inside was detailed, and some was rough. It was just extracted by the Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Child from many spiritual imprints, so naturally, it would not be all-encompassing.

However, it was enough for An Qisheng to have a relatively deep understanding of Dongzhou.

For example, this She Dao Men.

The She Dao Men had a small population, and its power was almost non-existent. However, although it had no power, its network of contacts was extremely wide.

No one knew how many knives the She Dao Ren of each generation had given out on credit, and naturally, no one knew who had ever taken their knives on credit.

There was once a sect that窥视 the secret inheritance of the She Dao Men, but before they could take action, they were completely flattened by the experts who rushed to repay their debts.

Among those who took action, there were even people from the Holy Land.

“Sir is indeed knowledgeable.”

The old knife seller was not too surprised. He just glanced at the booklet and asked, “However, since sir knows the She Dao Men, I assume he also knows the Bu Tian Ge (Heaven-Mending Pavilion)?”

“I know a little.”

An Qisheng flipped through it casually, and the large characters on the booklet had already transformed into Bu Tian Ge.

The Bu Tian Ge was a secret organization in Dongzhou that made a living by selling information and hiring assassins, especially fond of torturing and killing geniuses, with a notorious reputation.

However, the origin of this Bu Tian Ge was hidden, suspected to be from outside of Dongzhou.

When they first arrived in Dongzhou, they had huge conflicts with many sects and holy lands, and even had a record of assassinating the master of a holy land and succeeding, which made countless large and small sects terrified.

It could even be said that many large and small forces, including the three holy lands and ten major sects, had been assassinated by this Bu Tian Ge.

But by some strange coincidence, such an organization still existed.

Having enemies all over the world, but still being able to exist, even if it was because it existed in the dark, its terror could still be seen.

“Then does sir know that the Bu Tian Ge has a great interest in sir?”

The old knife seller looked at An Qisheng with a subtle expression:

“The Bu Tian Ge believes in the idea of ​​'killing to mend the heavens'. They especially like to kill, especially to nip geniuses in the bud. Sir has emerged out of nowhere and can be said to be the most dazzling person in the world…”

“I also have a great interest in the Bu Tian Ge.”

An Qisheng put away the booklet, his expression calm.

He had naturally already met the assassins of the Bu Tian Ge. In the past two years, he had experienced three assassinations, and as a result, there were three more grotto-heavens in his Starry Sea True Form.

This was also the origin of his booklet on the ‘Bu Tian Ge’.

“The Bu Tian Ge comes from outside Dongzhou, or rather, it is a force that spans several major continents. It is said that there are human, demon, and even dragon and phoenix, and ancient remnant clan experts in this Bu Tian Ge…”

The old knife seller said calmly:

“The Bu Tian Ge can still stand in Dongzhou despite offending almost all forces. Its strength can be imagined.”

“In the end, they are just rats hiding in the shadows, unable to turn the world upside down.”

An Qisheng raised his eyelids and said lightly, “The Bu Tian Ge is not qualified to bear my favor.”

With that, he put down the knife in his hand and seemed about to leave.

“Sir has misunderstood.”

The old knife seller shook his head: “Things that everyone knows are not worth me selling a knife for. This is just a free gift.”

“Oh?”

An Qisheng was unmoved.

Zhu Dahai, who was following behind him, stared blankly, not knowing what the two were talking about.

On the other hand, the little chick on his shoulder jumped down and landed on the stall, pecking at the knives and weapons with 'ding ding dang dang' sounds, having a great time.

“There will be no experts in this world who have grown up out of thin air without a background or experience, nor will there be geniuses who have emerged out of nowhere. Sir has become famous throughout Dongzhou in just a few years, attracting not only the Bu Tian Ge, but even people from other continents in the Tianji Ge (Heaven's Secret Pavilion) are buying sir's information…”

The old knife seller looked directly at An Qisheng, his eyes glowing faintly:

“I use a decree that has been circulating for more than 20,000 years, but only a few people know about, as a knife. Would sir like to buy it?”

“Taiji (Yin and Yang)?”

An Qisheng's expression changed slightly.

Among the many intelligence reports compiled by the Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Child, there were naturally some things that Xuanji, Zheng Longqiu and others knew, and he naturally knew about them.

Xuanji had once seen a message about the Overlord's Court of the Central Continent in the Sutra Pavilion of the Underworld Moon Holy Land, in which a decree was mentioned.

According to legend, it was a decree about Taiji issued by Guanglong Supreme after he attained Dao, using supreme supernatural powers and magic power to shake the world.

It's just that, Pang Wanyang left this decree behind…

An Qisheng thought in his heart, and in the depths of his eyes, in a place invisible to ordinary people, a gleam of water suddenly appeared:

【Consuming 700,000 points of Dao power (ten times the consumption without branding, ten times the consumption with spiritual treasure suppressing luck)】

【Knife-Owe Person (2584/6845)】

【Original Track 1: Born in Wanyang Realm, Dongzhou, Knife-Owe Bamboo Forest… Naturally intelligent, becoming spiritual at birth. In his youth, he thoroughly read the Taoist scriptures of hundreds of schools and was intelligent and enlightened.

In his youth, he traveled the world with his master, lingering in the mortal world for a full thousand years, and finally learned the secret tradition of the Knife-Owe Sect, the 《Taiji Dao Eye》, and became the new Knife-Owe Sect Master…

After the great changes in the world, he attained Dao and became a king. On the day of becoming a king, he was shot and killed in the bamboo forest by a river of stars shot from the depths of the starry sky…】

【Bloodline: White Bear King】

【Fate: Clear and Bright. With a clear and bright fate, one can learn all methods, understand people's hearts, and窥视 the secrets of heaven, but the secrets of heaven cannot be fully spoken, and too much talk leads to mistakes.】

The consumption of 700,000 points of Dao power was not small. Even without a hundredfold consumption, it was still 7,000 points. Yuan Duxiu's original fate track was only 6,000 points.

Obviously, the achievements of this old panda were even greater than those of Yuan Duxiu in the original trajectory.

But this did not cause any ripples in him.

Only when he swept over the two characters ‘Taiji’ did he frown involuntarily.

He was not surprised that this old panda was related to Pang Wanyang. He had guessed it at the first glance he saw this old panda.

What made him frown was Pang Wanyang.

But he knew very well what kind of person Pang Wanyang was.

That was an overbearing person who would tell you frankly even if he wanted to kill you, choose a day, and visit openly, never playing tricks with conspiracies.

It was impossible for him to become a supreme being who dominated the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and illuminated the myriad spirits of the starry sea, only to become deliberately mystifying.

What could make Pang Wanyang, who was at his peak, afraid?

What was he afraid of?

The heavens and the earth?

Or…

“Sir?”

The Knife-Owe Person frowned slowly. Although he did not detect anything unusual, he always felt that the eyes of the person in front of him seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

Could he see through his disguise?

The Knife-Owe Person was a little surprised.

An Qisheng came back to his senses, looked at the old panda who was concealing himself with secret methods, and shook his head slightly: “No need.”

“Does sir know what that decree means?”

The Knife-Owe Person's expression changed slightly.

“I have never had the habit of accepting decrees from others, let alone…”

An Qisheng did not say the last few words, but he had already turned and left.

“Sir?”

The Knife-Owe Person looked up, and An Qisheng had already walked into the crowd.

He stood still for a long time before shaking his head.

He was a little surprised, but not too surprised. After all, this person was very likely to be…

“Huh? Where’s the knife seller?”

At this time, some of the passing pedestrians came back to their senses, looked at the empty ground next to them, and were a little confused.

He just turned his head, and the person was gone?

“Knife-Owe Person…”

An Qisheng was lost in thought.

He could not guess what was behind this at this time, but he had a faint feeling that it would be a big trouble.

Very big.

Very big.