Chapter 5695: Common Prosperity, Part 5
He never expected anyone to try and peddle a Talisman Secret Manual to him?
This old grandpa must be an imbecile.
Little Mo Bao waved at the old man. "Old grandpa, squat down."
The old man took out a seemingly very worn and ancient book from his backpack. Pointing at the cover with two fingers, he said, "Little Young Master, look! This Talisman Secret Manual of mine is an unparalleled treasure!"
"Are you new here?" Adult Guangguang asked curiously.
"Huh?"
"Did you just ascend to our Sacred Domain today?"
"Uh..." The old man's eyes darted around. "Child, does asking that question have any special meaning?"
Of course, it had special meaning, but Adult Guangguang was too lazy to tell him: In the Sacred Domain, no one didn't recognize the Overlord's precious son.
"What do you want to exchange the Talisman Secret Manual for?"
The old man's eyes lit up. "I see the precious sword on your waist, Little Young Master..."
Before the old man's hand could even touch the Cloudsoaring Sword, Adult Guangguang slapped it away.
So, he was after Little Mo Bao's Blood Sword.
Ever since Little Mo Bao took the Blood Sword out of the Divine Palace, he had kept it hanging from his waist.
This sacred artifact could be large or small; currently, it was condensed to the size of a small bamboo knife, dangling from Little Mo Bao's waist.
The entire sword shimmered like moonlight, radiating a dazzling glow that could blind people from afar. No wonder this old man, fresh in the Sacred Domain, had already harbored ill intentions towards the little one's belongings.
"This old man was originally an elder of the Qi Family, a Talisman-crafting family in Cangzhou. My ascension brought me to meet the Little Young Master. It must be fate that we met!"
"Heh heh, how about you bestow the little knife hanging from your waist upon this old man? This old man will then present this unparalleled, number one Talisman Secret Manual in the world to the Little Young Master."
Adult Guangguang curled his lip behind the old man.
Are all the people from the Cangzhou Talisman-crafting family as shameless as this one?
Just pulling out some tattered book and wanting to exchange it for the precious sword Little Tuanzi found in the Divine Palace, bah!
They weren't little kids anymore; how could they fall for such a trick, be subjected to such deception?
Little Tuanzi glanced at the tattered book in the old man's hand and, smiling, waved to him. "Old grandpa, squat down a little more. You're too tall; it's hard for us to have an equal conversation like this."
"Alright, alright, old grandpa will listen to you." The elder from the Cangzhou Talisman-crafting family squatted down with a smile, looking at the exquisitely handsome little boy, carved from pink jade, secretly praising him in his heart.
It truly is the Sacred Domain, constantly producing monstrously talented little geniuses.
"Splat!"
The old man suddenly froze, abruptly realizing that a crimson-gold talisman, made of paper, had been stuck to his forehead and was still floating and swaying there.
He squatted there, his entire body rigid, finding himself utterly unable to move or stand up.
He remained squatting, his front foot half a step forward, his back leg slightly bent, an expression of utter shock on his old face.
"You're a lying old grandpa. Just stay here for the night."
Little Tuanzi hummed, took small steps, stomped a few paces forward, then bounced back.
The little fellow lunged onto the old man's back, searching him up and down, inside and out, and pulled out dozens of talismans from his pockets.
He looked at each one, shaking his head repeatedly as he did so. "Big liar! What Cangzhou Talisman-crafting family? Your drawings aren't even as good as mine when I was two years old!"
"I'm not talking to you anymore, big liar."