96: The unscrupulous Taoist priest Duan De makes his appearance: Fellow Taoist, please wait!

"An Enlightened Amulet for Warding Off Evil?"

Li Daoxuan looked at the fat Daoist who had suddenly appeared before him—a man with a shifty, rat-like appearance and an overly familiar manner—and raised an eyebrow.

The Daoist looked to be about forty or fifty years old, with a rotund figure, wearing a faded Eight Trigrams Daoist robe stained with a few greasy bun marks.

He clutched a pile of yellow paper covered in scribbles that looked like ghost talismans, his face plastered with a fawning smile, his small eyes darting around; he didn't look like a decent person in any way.

He looked more like a... charlatan out to swindle people.

"Daoist Priest, are your talismans... authentic?"

Before Li Daoxuan could speak, Shi Tian, standing beside him, became interested and curiously pulled one out from the pile of yellow paper.

He saw that the talisman wasn't drawn with some immortal-grade rune to subdue demons, but rather a... baring-its-teeth... dog head?

"Of course!"

The fat Daoist slapped his chest, spittle flying.

"This poor Daoist's creation is the 'Howling Celestial Dog House-Protecting Amulet'! It was drawn after I bathed and burned incense for forty-nine days, summoned the Nine Heavens divine thunder, and exhausted my entire life's cultivation to produce it!"

"Forget about a mere Demon Emperors Tomb, even if a True Immortal descended to the mortal realm, they would have to take a detour upon seeing this amulet!"

"I see that you, little brother, have a unique bone structure and share a fated connection with me. How about this, forget the 998, I'll give you a friendly price: 888 Low-Grade Spirit Stone! How about it? A good deal, right?"

Shi Tian nodded as if he understood. "Oh, so it's that powerful."

As he spoke, he reached to take out the Spirit Stone.

"Slap."

A large hand pressed down on his.

Li Daoxuan looked at the fat Daoist, who was still rambling on, with an amused glint in his eyes.

"Alright, cut the act."

"Your level of Dao cultivation is only enough to fool a three-year-old child."

"Isn't it a bit too naive to try and play god in front of me?"

The fat Daoist's smile froze on his face instantly.

He narrowed his small eyes and began to re-examine the seemingly plain Youth in White Robes before him.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

His "ancestral screen protector application"... ah, no, his "ancestral talisman selling" skills had always been foolproof. Why had he hit an iron plate today?

The person in front of him clearly had no fluctuations of spiritual energy on his body, but the feeling he gave was like a bottomless ocean, completely unfathomable.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist is joking."

The fat Daoist's eyes rolled, and he immediately put on an unfathomable expression, stroking the few sparse hairs on his chin.

"This poor Daoist is Duan De, wandering the four directions. Just now, I merely wanted to play a joke on you Fellow Daoists to test your Dao Heart."

"Since Fellow Daoist is also one of us, I won't hold back anymore."

He pretended to calculate with his fingers, then looked at Li Daoxuan and his group with a grave expression.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable."

"This poor Daoist observes that your foreheads are dark and your heads are surging with Evil Qi; this trip... I fear there will be a bloody disaster!"

Xiao Chen and the others' expressions darkened upon hearing this.

Although the Daoist looked unreliable, when it came to the art of heavenly secrets, it was better to believe it than not.

However, Li Daoxuan chuckled.

He pointed to his own smooth forehead.

"Daoist Priest, you've seen wrong, haven't you?"

"My forehead is not only not dark, but it's quite bright."

"Why don't you take a closer look?"

"Hm?"

Duan De was stunned and subconsciously looked closely.

At this look, his small eyes widened abruptly!

He saw that above Li Daoxuan's brow, where was there any Evil Qi?

It was clearly purple energy rising, golden light of Karma protecting his body, and behind him, there was even a golden Dragon of Luck, invisible to the naked eye, circling and roaring!

This is the standard configuration of a Child of Destiny!

And a bloody disaster?

With this Luck, even if the sky fell, he could probably pick up an extreme dao imperial weapon without a scratch!

"What the f*ck?!"

Duan De was shocked, knowing he had truly misjudged this time and encountered a tough opponent.

But on the surface, he remained calm, his eyes quickly sweeping over the few Disciples behind Li Daoxuan.

When his gaze fell on the iron sword wrapped in rags behind Xiao Chen, his small eyes suddenly erupted with an unprecedented brilliance!

That look was more greedy than a wolf that had been hungry for three days and three nights seeing meat!

Although that sword was wrapped in layers and had dozens of Restriction placed upon it to conceal its aura, under his "Yin and Yang Eye," specifically used for "seeking Dragons and finding acupoints" and "seeing through falsehoods," it still leaked a trace of... something that could make the world tremble... a Supreme murderous aura!

"Imperial... extreme dao imperial weapon?!"

Duan De's heart pounded wildly, almost jumping out of his throat.

"And it's an extreme dao imperial weapon of the slaughter type!"

"My God! Since when has this Eastern Wasteland been so wealthy? Even a greenhorn goes out carrying an extreme dao imperial weapon?"

He was going to make a fortune! This time he was really going to make a huge fortune!

Duan De's breathing became rapid.

He suppressed the greed in his heart, put a smile back on his face, and was just about to swindle a few more words to get closer, but Li Daoxuan's indifferent voice rang out again.

"Daoist Priest Duan."

"Is that what you call fortune-telling?"

He leaned forward, a smirk curving the corner of his mouth.

"Why do I feel... you're actually coveting the treasures... on my body, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Duan De's face froze completely.

He felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown out in public, with all his thoughts seen through completely.

"Fe... Fellow Daoist is joking..."

Duan De laughed dryly twice, a layer of fine cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

"This poor Daoist is a monk, viewing money as dirt, how could I..."

"Is that so?"

Li Daoxuan interrupted him, the smile on his face deepening.

"Then I wonder, is the unscrupulous Daoist who broke into the ancestral grave of the 'Holy Land of Dayan' a few nights ago and pried open the coffin lid of their Saint Old Ancestor also named Duan De?"

Boom!

This sentence, like divine thunder from the Nine Heavens, struck Duan De's crown fiercely.

His chubby face turned pale as paper in a "swish," without a trace of blood.

"You... you... how do you know?!"

He exclaimed, instinctively taking two steps back, his eyes full of terror and shock.

He had done this extremely secretly, thinking it was seamless; except for Heaven and Earth, it was impossible for a third person to know!

What kind of background does this young man have?! Could it be... a nemesis sent by the Holy Land of Dayan to hunt him down?!

Thinking of this, all of Duan De's fat trembled, and he turned to use an escape technique to run away.

However, a hand lightly pressed onto his shoulder.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave, Daoist Priest Duan."

Li Daoxuan's voice drifted over, as if catching up with an old friend. "We... haven't finished talking yet."

Duan De stiffened, feeling that the hand pressing on his shoulder was like a mountain of Ancient Creatures, pressing him down so hard that he couldn't even mobilize a trace of Qi.

He turned his head stiffly, squeezing out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Se... Senior... Let's talk things over... it's all a misunderstanding..."

"What misunderstanding?" Li Daoxuan looked at him with a smile. "This poor Daoist... oh no, this seat sees that you have a unique bone structure and are proficient in civil engineering; it just so happens that my few Disciples are lacking a guide to lead the way inside."

"How about... you go through the trouble?"

Duan De was about to cry. He finally understood now that he had hit an iron plate—and it was the kind embedded with a diamond drill!

However, when he heard the words "lead the way," a spark of hope reignited in his small eyes.

Enter the Demon Emperors Tomb? That was his specialty! Maybe... he could take advantage of the chaos to fish for some benefits?

Thinking of this, the terror on Duan De's face vanished instantly, replaced by a wild joy as if "meeting an old friend in a foreign land."

He slapped his thigh violently, grabbed Li Daoxuan's hand excitedly, his eyes shining.

"Fellow Daoist! So you are also one of us! You should have said so earlier! Isn't it just digging a grave? Leave it to me! To tell you the truth, I, your Daoist master, have the blueprints for this Demon Emperors Tomb passed down from my ancestors! Follow me, and I guarantee that you will return... fully loaded, without losing even a single hair!"