32: Are you serious like a Tathagata?

After collecting his Spirit Stone subsidy from the Menial Service Yard management office, Mo Fan immediately returned home and stealthily absorbed the Spirit Stone.

Instantly, the Virtual panel flashed, and Mo Fan's attribute panel popped up.

[Name: Mo Fan]

[Cultivation: Body Tempering Fifth Level (+)]

[Cultivation Technique: Basic Body Tempering Art]

[Martial Skill: Vajra Fist - Body Tempering Scroll]

[Storage Space: 1 cubic meter]

[Available attribute points: 13]

Nothing else had changed; only the available attribute points had increased from the original 10 to 13.

Glancing at his attribute panel, Mo Fan concentrated his mind on the cultivation bar and tried to click the plus sign after the cultivation level with his intent.

Immediately, a prompt popped up.

[Cultivation: Body Tempering Fifth Level (+) (13/21)]

"Eight attribute points left until the next point allocation."

"Calculating it, I still need three more months."

"Even with the Vajra Fist, I should at least wait until the Body Tempering Seventh Level before applying for the Outer Sect promotion assessment to be safe."

"In other words, I need to allocate points twice more."

"Although I don't know how many attribute points the next-next allocation will require, it definitely won't be less than the current 21 points—"

"Calculating it this way, wouldn't it take me almost a year to break through to the Body Tempering Seventh Level?"

Thinking of this, Mo Fan's face turned green.

Without reaching the Body Tempering Seventh Level.

Without becoming an Outer Sect Disciple.

The path to earning Spirit Stones was basically cut off.

After pondering for a moment.

Mo Fan changed his clothes and went out.

"I'll go try my luck again."

With a creak, the door was pushed open. Taking advantage of the fact that it wasn't completely dark yet, Mo Fan left the Menial Service Yard and walked toward the mountain gate.

About half an hour later.

Mo Fan arrived at a rather bustling market.

This market was built halfway up Yuxi Mountain, surviving on the foot traffic from Yuxu Academy.

Here, besides basic necessities, there were also a small number of cultivation materials.

Such as Medicinal Pills, Spirit Medicines, Spiritual Artifacts, Talismans, and so on.

Of course, this kind of market was amateurish; the cultivation materials sold were all unranked, and most were even fakes.

However, for a Utility Disciple with no connections, this was still a good place.

After all, as long as one's luck was a bit better, one could occasionally encounter one or two good things.

Mo Fan had also come to the market a few times, wanting to use the Appraisal Technique to pick up some bargains.

Unfortunately, what he saw were either fakes or common goods; there wasn't a single item worth buying.

Originally, he had thought about finding a bargain, buying low and selling high to earn some profit.

If he really found something good by luck, he might even be able to exchange it for a few Spirit Stones.

As it turned out, every time he came, he returned empty-handed.

Mo Fan had no choice in this matter.

Expecting to find something good in a pile of trash was no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.

But suffering from a lack of options, he could only come here again to try his luck.

While thinking.

Mo Fan stepped into the market.

Seemingly to cater to Yuxu Academy.

The market was built with a quite ancient style, with pavilions, terraces, small bridges, and flowing water; it was retro while also appearing elegant.

The passersby and the merchants doing business mostly wore Confucian caps and blue robes, held paper fans, and wore cloth boots.

Mo Fan wasn't particular; he still wore the green short-sleeved shirt issued by Yuxu Academy, paired with blue casual pants, and ran over wearing a pair of flip-flops.

As soon as he entered the market, enthusiastic hawking sounds immediately reached his ears.

"Buns, fresh out-of-the-oven meat buns~"

"Candied haws, delicious candied haws that don't stick to your teeth~"

"Steamed buns, big and white steamed buns~"

"Steamed cakes, selling steamed cakes~"

Hearing the last line, Mo Fan was momentarily stunned. He looked toward the source of the sound and immediately saw a short man carrying a shoulder pole.

"Steamed cakes, selling steamed cakes~"

The man continued to shout, carrying his load as he gradually walked away.

Mo Fan's head was full of black lines, having a sudden urge to chase after him and ask if his wife's surname was Pan.

After walking inward for four or five minutes, Mo Fan finally heard different hawking sounds.

"Spirit Medicine! Top-quality Spirit Medicine! Eat it and your cultivation is guaranteed to advance rapidly!"

Mo Fan: "???"

"Spiritual Artifact! A Spiritual Artifact crafted by a Great Master! Carry it and all evils will retreat; slaying demons and devils will be a breeze!"

"Authentic First-Grade Blood-Qi Pill! Plump grains! One pill is worth two!"

"Talismans! Selling Talismans! Nether-Pass Talisman! Illusion-Breaker Talisman! Explosive Talisman! Vajra Talisman! We have everything!"

"With one Talisman in hand, the world is mine! Customers, come and take a look—"

Mo Fan glanced at the stall in front of him and threw out a few Appraisal Techniques. Instantly, his head was full of black lines.

It's all fucking fake!

The so-called Spirit Medicine was just some grass roots and tree roots!

The so-called Spiritual Artifacts were ordinary swords mass-produced by modern industry, at most with a few gibberish Talismans carved on them that even ghosts wouldn't recognize!

The Medicinal Pills were even more infuriating; they were all fucking balls kneaded from flour!

The Talismans were the same, all drawn haphazardly with a brush like ghost scribbles, without the slightest ripple of spiritual energy!

With a darkened face, Mo Fan continued to walk forward.

Of course, he occasionally encountered some decent things.

Unfortunately, they were all unranked; no matter how many there were, they couldn't be exchanged for Spirit Stones, so they weren't of much use to Mo Fan.

In the end, Mo Fan strolled from one end of the street to the other without finding anything valuable.

"Forget it, let's go back. Just consider it coming out to clear my head."

Mo Fan felt discouraged and prepared to turn back.

However, just then, an old man with a scruffy beard and a face full of grime, looking like a beggar, blocked his path.

"Young hero, I see that you have an extraordinary skeletal structure and a rosy glow between your brows. You are a once-in-a-ten-thousand martial arts genius. I have a few Secret Manuals here that have not been passed down to the world. Do you want to take a look?"

Mo Fan: "..."

Why are these lines so familiar?

You must have also watched 'Kung Fu', haven't you?

Damn, even the look is exactly the same!

Mo Fan's face darkened, and he turned to leave.

The Old Beggar didn't stop him, shook his head, and prepared to leave to find his next target customer.

However, Mo Fan, who had just turned around, suddenly stopped in his tracks, his expression becoming strange.

"In this world... is there a movie called 'Kung Fu'?"

The answer was no!

Thinking of this, Mo Fan suddenly turned around and said loudly, "Wait, I want to buy the manuals!"

Hearing this, the Old Beggar was overjoyed and turned around, pulling a stack of Secret Manuals from his bosom with a rustle.

Myriad Manifestations Demon-Sealing Palm, Heaven and Earth Overturning Seal, Invincible Mountain-Splitting Fist, Firmament Sword Art, Chaos Saber Art, Great Dream Divine Manifestation Art, Ultra Instinct Art, Great Slaughter Holy Decree, Great Thousand Glazed Finger, Golden Body Art, 《...》.

Looking at the row of manuals lined up in front of him, Mo Fan frowned slightly: "Why isn't there a Buddhas Palm?"

"Ah? So the young hero likes that style? Yes, yes, yes, of course I have it!" The Old Beggar nodded repeatedly and pulled out a few more books from his bosom.

Buddhas Palm, Jin Ping Mei, Su Nu Jing, 《...》.

Mo Fan: "???"

Is your Buddhas Palm... legitimate?

Mo Fan suspected he was overthinking things.

How could he possibly encounter the kind of good fortune found in movies and TV shows?

"Which one does the young hero want? Four thousand per book, or ten thousand for three~"

Mo Fan: "..."

Since I'm already here, I might as well take a look!

Mo Fan concentrated his mind and appraised those Secret Manuals one by one.

After a while, he felt dizzy and his legs were trembling.

He had overused the Appraisal Technique and felt a bit drained!

But fortunately, he had barely finished appraising the manuals in the Old Beggar's hands and discovered something!

This is too ridiculous!

In that pile of messy manuals, there was actually a divine technique hidden!

Mo Fan took a deep breath and calmly pointed at the yellowed Golden Body Art, saying, "I want this book."