Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5071 – 5071 The Sloppy Old Daoist

5071 The Sloppy Old Daoist
Even Nan Xuan, who was a Grand Yan Immortal, blinked in surprise at this moment.

He muttered in a hushed tone, “No way, what kind of illusion is this, that it could be so bewildering?”

Everyone sighed in amazement, except for the Jian Wushuang, whose eyes showed a hint of suspicion. He sensed a very familiar aura emanating from this old Daoist.

That familiar aura was extremely faint, but he sensed it immediately.

Jian Wushuang was puzzled. This mortal plane was nothing more than a low-level realm among the countless Heavenly Realms in the Great Si Region. How could there be an existence that made him feel familiar?

Moreover, this sloppy old Daoist had no trace of yan power fluctuations, which essentially ruled out the possibility of him being a cultivator.

Unable to figure it out, Jian Wushuang continued to observe.

Amidst the commotion of the crowd, the long-armed white monkey leaped from the table and began to bow and greet with an extremely cute appearance.

At this moment, the sloppy old Daoist in Daoist robes waved his hand and said, “Monkey, come back here and serve watermelon to the spectators.”

Ji, ji.

The white monkey responded and leaped back onto the old Taoist’s shoulder. It then extended its claws and began to fumble in the old Daoist’s arms.

It poised itself and swiftly dug a small pit on the ground, placing the melon seeds inside it.

“All things in nature grow according to certain rules, but these rules can be broken. Today, I will break these rules in front of all of you,” the scruffy old Daoist said, finishing his sentence and waving his hand over the spot where he buried the melon seeds.

In an instant, a mysterious scene unfolded. The soil loosened, and a lush green vine emerged from the ground, breaking through the earth’s surface.

It was a melon vine, and in just a few breaths, it grew from a seedling to sprawl across the ground, vibrant and green.

Then, the scruffy Taoist exhaled, and the small melons on the vine began to grow rapidly, quickly producing a ripe, dripping green watermelon.

As the crowd watched this spectacle, the atmosphere became even more charged, and everyone was captivated by this miraculous display.

In less than ten breaths, a single seed had transformed into a massive, impressive melon, a sight that left everyone in awe.

“This old Daoist is quite something; he even has me a bit perplexed,” the slender figure named Nan Xuan remarked, stroking his chin in contemplation.

Even Jian Wushuang, who had been initially skeptical, gradually calmed down.

The sloppy old man laughed loudly. “Since the fruits are ripe, it’s time to pick them.”

As he spoke, he bent down and plucked the only large melon among the vines.

“Dear spectators, please take a look. This is not an ordinary melon but a mysterious golden melon,” the sloppy old Daoist said, using his hand as a knife to slice open the ripe, dripping green melon.

At this moment, everyone held their breath and watched with anticipation.

A strand of golden light burst from the crack in the melon. Then, countless strands of golden light emerged together, dazzling and blinding, making it impossible to look directly at them.

Everyone instinctively covered their eyes. When the light faded, a chorus of amazed gasps filled the air.

Inside the melon that had been cut in half, where the flesh should have been, an endless number of golden seeds were packed.

The sloppy old man was very pleased and reached out and took out a golden melon seed from the melon, holding it up to the sky.

“This is a gift from the heavens to me and to all of you. Each one of these golden seeds will be distributed to the spectators. There’s no need to rush.”

With these words, the crowd erupted in excitement. To receive a golden seed out of nowhere was enough to drive everyone into a frenzy.

Watching the restless crowd, the unkempt old Daoist quickly waved his hand and said, “Hold on, dear spectators. Due to the limited number of golden melon seeds, I have no choice but to set a threshold.”

“This threshold is that one golden melon seed requires one coin to purchase.”

The crowd fell silent, but quickly became agitated again. One coin could only buy three or five steamed buns, but being able to exchange it for one golden melon seed was a huge bargain.

“I’ll take ten! I’m buying ten!” a burly man exclaimed, tightly clutching ten coins and speaking excitedly.

“Let me finish first,” the sloppy old Daoist continued, “Each person can only buy one golden melon seed, and you must blow a breath onto the coin in your hand before you can use it to exchange for a golden melon seed.”

The same burly man from before impatiently blew on his coins and then handed them over.
The old Daoist smiled and accepted the coins, giving out the golden melon seeds in return.

This scene deeply stimulated everyone present.

Next, the entire scene descended into chaos as everyone rushed to exchange for golden melon seeds.

Only Jian Wushuang and Nan Xuan remained calmly in their place.

“What do you think? Is this old Daoist a Yan Immortal who has come from another Heavenly Region?” Nan Xuan asked him.

Jian Wushuang’s deep gaze seemed to pierce through the crowd, focusing on the central figure. “It’s very likely, almost certain.”

In the next moment, he moved directly, emitting an unimaginable and strange aura that pushed the crowd aside like waves, creating a path.

Nan Xuan also knew that something was amiss and hurriedly followed up.

When they reached the center of the crowd, in front of the stall filled with masks, Nan Xuan’s brows were already tightly furrowed.

At this moment, the sloppy old Doaist was nowhere to be seen, only a long-armed white monkey that looked at them with a mocking expression.

Jian Wushuang’s eyes darkened as he reached out and slapped the white monkey.

The white monkey let out a pitiful cry and transformed back into a mask, falling to the ground.

“That old guy actually managed to escape?” Nan Xuan’s anger surged. As a true Grand Yan Immortal, not only did he fall for an illusion, but he also let the caster escape. It was undoubtedly humiliating.

“How could it be him? Shouldn’t he be in the Endless Sea? How could he possibly be here?” Jian Wushuang frowned, utterly baffled.

Nan Xuan said coldly, “Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground today, I will find him!”

Then, they both turned their gazes towards the distance.

Meanwhile, in the bustling market, a Daoist in tattered robes was running for his life. Due to his hasty steps, he looked rather comical.

“No, it’s impossible. I must be mistaken. How could it be him? In a place without the flow of Yan power, how could I possibly encounter him?!”

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As he continued to flee, the sloppy old Daoist muttered to himself. It seemed he had recalled something terrifying, and his eyes frequently showed signs of fear.

The battle had been too terrifying, so much so that even though he had managed to escape by sheer luck, the mere thought of it filled him with immense dread.

“As long as I absorb some more fate energy, my injuries will recover. At that time, I can escape wherever I want and no one will be able to find me.”

As the sloppy old man thought of this, his pace quickened even further.