The Man's Decree

Jared strolled through the market with Alastair. Although the stalls were plentiful, they lacked worthwhile finds.

No sooner had they taken a few steps than they discovered a stall up ahead that was surrounded by a crowd.

“Let’s go. There must be treasures up ahead. Let’s check it out.” Alastair could tell at first glance that the stall ahead must be selling a valuable item.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have attracted such a crowd.

As soon as Jared and Alastair approached, they heard a flurry of heated discussions among the crowd.

“This black tortoiseshell is fake, isn’t it? This guy claims it can withstand attacks from an elite cultivator. What a joke!”

“It must be true, but suddenly acquiring a dozen or so black tortoiseshells is like hitting the jackpot.”

though this black tortoiseshell is authentic, it’s only useful when combined with charms. For us ordinary cultivators, it’s pretty much useless. Does anyone here know how

they’re not too pricey. The real challenge, however, would be

those cultivators’ chatter, his interest was immediately piqued. He hurriedly squeezed his way

was an elderly man who appeared somewhat aged. In front of him, he had arranged a dozen or so black tortoiseshells. Astonishingly, those shells were all of the same size, and even more intriguing was the faint spiritual energy

to scrutinize it. The patterns on the tortoiseshells were distinct, and spiritual energy emanated continuously from within. Jared reckoned those

it’ll be capable of fending off attacks from

item was no small sum. Moreover, they saw no use in

to draw the runic

Jared was overjoyed inside, yet he managed to maintain a poker face. He was

asked, “If I were to buy

owner asked, looking at Jared with a hint of

price needs to be reasonable.” Jared casually fiddled with those

“There are thirteen

purple spirit

away the thirteen black tortoiseshells into his

linger and got