Even Nan Xuan, who was a Grand Expansion Immortal, blinked his eyes and was slightly shocked.
He exclaimed softly, "It can't be. What kind of illusion is this? How could it be so confusing?"
Everyone sighed. Only Jian Wushuang's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. He felt an extremely familiar aura from this old Daoist.
That familiar aura was extremely faint, but he detected it immediately.
Jian Wushuang was slightly puzzled. This mortal plane was only a low-level plane among the countless heavenly regions in the Dasi Region. How could there be an existence that he felt familiar with?
Moreover, this sloppy old Daoist did not have the slightest fluctuation of Derivation Energy. He could basically be eliminated from the ranks of cultivators.
Unable to figure it out, Jian Wushuang continued to observe.
Accompanied by the uproar of the crowd, the long-armed white monkey jumped down from the table. Then, it cupped its hands and bowed. It looked extremely charmingly naive.
At this moment, the sloppy old Daoist in Daoist robes waved his hand. "Monkey, come back quickly. I'll bring some watermelons to quench your thirst."
"Ji ji."
The white monkey responded. It immediately turned around and leaped onto the sloppy old Daoist's shoulder. Then, it reached out its claws and searched the old Daoist's chest.
Soon, a melon seed was brought out by the white monkey.
It jumped to the ground and quickly dug a small hole in the ground. Then, it placed the melon seed in the hole.
"Everything grows according to a pattern. However, this pattern is not unbreakable. Today, I'll break this pattern in front of everyone."
After the sloppy old Daoist finished speaking, he waved his hand at the spot where the melon seed was buried.
In an instant, a mysterious scene appeared.
The soil loosened. An emerald green vine directly broke through the ground and slowly extended out.
It was a melon vine. In just a few breaths, it grew from a seedling and crawled on the ground. It was overflowing with green.
Then, the sloppy old Daoist breathed out again. The small melon in the vine grew with the wind. Soon, it grew into an emerald green watermelon.
Looking at this scene, the crowd's atmosphere became even more intense. They were all subdued by this miraculous scene.
In less than ten breaths of time, a melon seed had turned into a large melon. It was indeed too shocking.
"This old Daoist is a little interesting. Even I can't see through him." The thin figure called Nan Xuan rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully.
As for Jian Wushuang, his bewildered gaze gradually calmed down.
The sloppy old Daoist priest laughed. "Since the fruits are ripe, we'll have to pluck them."
As he spoke, he bent down and picked the only large melon among the vines.
"Everyone, please take a look. This melon is not an ordinary melon. It is a golden melon with a hidden mystery."
As the sloppy old Daoist priest spoke, he used his hand as a knife and cut open the emerald green melon.
At this moment, everyone held their breaths in anticipation.
Then, a ray of golden light burst out from the crack of the large melon.
Then, thousands of rays of golden light burst out at the same time!
The light was so dazzling that one could not look directly at it.
Everyone subconsciously covered their eyes.
When the light dissipated, cries of surprise rang out one after another.
He saw that the large melon that was cut in half, which should have been the insides of the melon pulp, was actually filled with countless golden melon seeds.
The sloppy old Daoist priest was very satisfied. He reached out and took out a golden melon seed from the large melon and raised it into the air.
"This is a gift from the heavens to this old Daoist priest, and also a gift from everyone. Every golden melon seed will be distributed to the spectators. There is no need to rush."
As soon as he said this, the crowd was completely stirred up. Getting a golden melon seed for no reason was enough to make everyone go crazy.
Looking at the already restless crowd, the sloppy old Daoist priest hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Wait a moment, spectators. Because the golden melon seeds are limited, this old Daoist priest has no choice but to set a threshold."
"This threshold is that a golden melon seed costs one coin."
The crowd was silent, but soon became restless again. A mere coin could only buy three to five steamed buns. It was a great bargain to be able to exchange it for a golden melon seed.
"I'll do it, I'll buy ten!" A burly man held the coin tightly and said loudly and excitedly.
"I'll finish my words first. This melon seed is limited to one per person," said the sloppy old Daoist priest. "Also, everyone has to blow on the coin in your hand before you can use this coin to exchange for a golden melon seed."
It was still the burly man from before. He impatiently blew on the coin in his hand and then handed it over.
The sloppy old Daoist priest beamed. After receiving the coin, he gave away a golden melon seed.
This scene deeply stimulated everyone.
Then, the entire scene became a complete mess. Everyone fought to be the first to exchange for the golden melon seeds.
Only Jian Wushuang and Nan Xuan stood on the spot calmly.
"What do you think? Is this old Daoist priest a Derived Immortal who came here from another Heavenly Region?" Nan Xuan looked at him and asked.
Jian Wushuang's deep gaze seemed to penetrate the crowd and saw the scene in the center. "I'm afraid that's most likely the case."
In the next moment, he directly moved. An unimaginable strange wave burst forth from his body like a wave and easily pushed the crowd aside to create a path.
Nan Xuan also knew that something was wrong and hurriedly followed.
When he reached the center of the crowd, in front of the stall full of masks, Nan Xuan's brows were already tightly furrowed.
At this moment, there was no trace of the sloppy old Daoist priest. There was only a white monkey with a long body and long arms looking at them with a faint smile.
Jian Wushuang's eyes were as deep as water. He directly stretched out his hand to slap the white monkey.
The white monkey screamed miserably and turned back into a mask and fell to the ground.
"That old man actually got away?" Nan Xuan was enraged. As a true Derived Immortal, not only did he fall into an illusion, but he also let the caster escape. This was undoubtedly a kind of humiliation.
"How could it be him? Shouldn't he be in the Boundless Ocean? How could he run out?" Jian Wushuang's brows were tightly furrowed. He had no clue at all.
Nan Xuan said coldly, "Today, even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will drag him out!"
Then, their gazes looked into the distance.
At the same time, in the bazaar, an old Daoist priest in a tattered Daoist robe fled in panic. Due to his fast pace, he looked rather comical.
"No, impossible. I must have seen wrongly. How could it be him? How could I meet him in such a place where there is no flow of derivation energy?!"
As he kept running, the old Daoist priest muttered to himself. He seemed to have thought of something terrifying, and fear kept flashing across his eyes.
That great battle was too terrifying. Even though he had escaped by chance, he was still incomparably terrified when he recalled that scene.
"As long as I absorb some more luck, my injuries will recover. By then, I can escape wherever I want to, and no one will be able to find me."
As the sloppy old Daoist priest thought so, his footsteps became even faster.
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