Between the ninth floor and the eighth floor of the Thousand Treasure Pagoda, there was the most powerful restriction and array between the nine floors. Strictly speaking, even a master of the Yuanying realm would not be able to break this array so easily. However, in terms of avoiding restrictions and breaking arrays, Fang Xing, who had the Yin Yang Fiendgod Mirror and Prajna Sutra, was definitely at the master level. Not to mention the Yuanying realm, even if a great cultivator of the Tribulation Stage came, he would not dare to say that his attainments in breaking restrictions and breaking arrays could surpass Fang Xing, who had two peerless treasures with him.
Even so, it took him less than half a cup of tea's time. His forehead was covered in a layer of cold sweat before he successfully passed through the Spirit Array. It was extremely dangerous. If it weren't for his slippery body, it would have been difficult for him to sneak in without triggering the Spirit Array. However, he finally succeeded. The moment he stepped onto the ninth floor, his heart couldn't help but beat wildly. His eyes lit up as he looked inside …
Then, he was stunned!
The ninth floor of the Myriad Treasures Pagoda wasn't like the first eight floors that were filled with jewels and treasures, but it was like an ordinary study with a few items scattered about. They looked dim, dull, and shabby, as if they were picked up from the streets. Most importantly, in the middle of this study, there was a table that had been there for an unknown number of years. Opposite the table was an old man who was ridiculously old. He wore a long robe and a green scarf on his head, and he was dressed like a scholar. On his face were two round glass plates that specialized in treating eye diseases, and he was bent over the table and writing energetically at a great speed …
Hearing the voice of Fang Xing coming up, the old scholar also raised his head, and his eyes looked at him from behind the two glass tablets.
One old and one young, one monk and one scholar, both a little stunned at the same time …
"F * ck …"
Fang Xing was the first to react, and he almost jumped up, "Why is there someone here?"
His heart tightened strangely. Just now, he clearly sensed that there was no living person's aura above. How did an old man suddenly appear? In his astonishment, he subconsciously turned his head to take a look. Only then did he realize that a portion of those prohibitions were used to seal off the leakage of aura. Moreover, this old man was old and had almost no cultivation. It was no wonder that he didn't notice him at all. The current Fang Xing's strength wasn't ordinary. He would only pay attention to those above the Golden Elixir realm. These mortals were as good as non-existent …
Fortunately, he was just a mortal old man after all. He could just knock him out casually!
Moreover, this damned old man was dressed like a scholar, which was what Uncle Fang hated the most. He would beat up any scholar he saw!
In the blink of an eye, he was worried that this old man would raise his voice and alert that old Yuanying cultivator in the backyard of the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower. Almost at the first sight of the old scholar, Fang Xing jumped up and casually took out the small Sealing Zen Cauldron from his storage bag, and knocked it towards the old man's head. This move was as fast as lightning. The old man was stunned and couldn't react in time!
However, as he watched the small Sealing Zen Cauldron was about to hit the old man's head, Fang Xing hesitated slightly. He thought that this Sealing Zen Cauldron weighed more than fifty thousand kilograms, and his hands were heavy. The old man also looked weak and weak, and he didn't seem to be able to live for more than a few days. If he was knocked to death, he put the Sealing Zen Cauldron to the side, casually picked up the inkstone, and was about to hit the old man's head with it …
"Wait …"
In the interval between putting down the Sealing Zen Cauldron and replacing the inkstone, the old man finally reacted. He hurriedly waved his hands and shouted in a low voice.
If he raised his voice, the inkstone would probably fall. However, seeing that the old man was tactful and even knew to lower his voice, Fang Xing hesitated subconsciously. The inkstone hung in the air, less than half a finger away from the old man's head …
Looking at the pitch-black inkstone that was right in front of him, then glancing at the small cauldron of Pilgrimage and the fierce-looking Fang Xing, the old scholar heaved a sigh of relief after escaping from death. He lightly patted his own chest, then looked at Fang Xing with a panicked expression. He adjusted the two glass pieces on the bridge of his nose and asked in a daze, "Fellow Daoist … You … What are you doing here?"
"Do you still need to ask?"
Fang Xing waved the inkstone in his hand and said fiercely.
The old scholar was stunned. He looked at the big sack on Fang Xing's back and said in disbelief, "… Stealing?"
Fang Xing, who originally wanted to knock him unconscious with the inkstone, suddenly became angry. He looked at the old scholar indignantly and said, "Are you blind? What stealing … you're obviously here to rob … I will never steal when I can rob …"
He probably had never seen such a straightforward answer. The old scholar was also stunned for a moment, then he smiled bitterly and said, "Robbing the Ten Thousand Treasure Tower?"
Fang Xing said, "Yes!"
The old scholar looked at Fang Xing with admiration in his eyes. "Fellow Daoist is really fierce!"
Fang Xing was a little embarrassed. The hand that was holding the inkstone loosened a little and said with a smile, "Don't say that, I'm embarrassed to knock you!"
The old scholar seemed to be dizzy. Only then did he notice the inkstone that was still beside his head. He thought of fear and said with a frightened look, "This … this … Fellow Daoist, you aren't thinking of killing me to silence me, right?"
Fang Xing said, "How can I? You don't even know who I am, so why would I kill you? I'll just knock you unconscious!"
The old scholar heaved a sigh of relief, then he said with a bitter face, "Why do you have to knock me unconscious?"
Fang Xing glared at him and said, "If I don't knock you unconscious, how can I steal … ah no, snatch things!"
The old scholar smiled bitterly. "Go ahead and snatch it. My body won't be able to stop you …"
"That's true!"
Fang Xing muttered, but he put down the inkstone. However, he warned the old scholar, "You old thing, you better be careful. This young master's reaction is fast. As long as you want to shout and shout, I will definitely slap you. I don't need the inkstone, I will use that cauldron to slap you … Let me tell you, just based on your attire, it's fortunate that you're old. If you were ten years younger, I would have already given you a beating!"
"Why?"
The old scholar raised his hands high, as if he was afraid that Fang Xing would misunderstand that he was not being honest. At the same time, he asked curiously.
Fang Xing said, "You scholars are the most annoying, not a single one of you is a good person … Every day, you have nothing better to do than to write whatever you want. When I was young, I suffered a lot because of you. Half of the reason I was beaten by Uncle was because of you …"
This reason stunned the old scholar. After a while, he explained, "That was done by a famous scholar. It has nothing to do with me!"
Fang Xing said, "Why doesn't it have anything to do with you?"
The old scholar said indignantly, "I've been taking exams all my life, but I haven't even passed the exam!"
Fang Xing was amused when he heard that. He laughed and said, "What a disgrace. Then why are you still wearing the Confucian robe?"
The old scholar said, "It's because I didn't pass the exam that I wore it to satisfy my craving!"
"You're honest!"
Fang Xing praised the old scholar and felt that the old man was quite to his liking. Seeing that the old scholar really didn't have the intention to yell, and his hands were raised high with no intention of putting them down, Fang Xing was slightly relieved. He hung a wisp of divine thought on the old scholar to monitor his every move at any time, but he turned around and began to carefully look at the layout in the room. While looking, he asked the old scholar curiously, "The Ten Thousand Treasure Tower is also one of the twelve floors of Baek Ok-kyung, right? It's considered a top existence in the cultivation world. Why did they put you, an old thing, on the top floor? You even scared me just now. I thought there would be some treasures here …"
The old scholar said with a bitter smile, "What treasures? The treasures are all on the lower floors. This is the place where I'm imprisoned …"
"Imprisoned?"
Fang Xing keenly discovered these two words and turned to look at the old scholar in surprise.
This old scholar was just a mortal. How could he be qualified to imprison himself on the ninth floor of the Ten Thousand Treasure Tower?
The old scholar also seemed to know that Fang Xing had misunderstood, so he hurriedly explained with a smile, "When I was young, I did something wrong, and it was too late to regret, so I begged the Ten Thousand Treasure Tower to imprison me here. It just so happens that they lack someone to help them copy the scriptures. Moreover, this person really can't go out casually. Since I came to their door, it was naturally to their liking, so I stayed here …"
In this way, Fang Xing understood.
When the Ten Thousand Treasure Pagoda issued the decree as a reward, there were many scriptures that could not be replicated with jade slips. What was replicated with jade slips was often the thoughts of people, which meant that the understanding and perception of people were given to you at the same time. Although it was convenient, it was still somewhat unpresentable. Some places that followed the ancient method were still more accustomed to using paper to disseminate scriptures, and the Ten Thousand Treasure Pagoda often needed to distribute scriptures, so they naturally needed people to help them copy. This was probably the reason why this old scholar would stay in this building …
Perhaps there were some other reasons, but Fang Xing didn't care about them.
After all, whether in his Divine Sense or the Yin Yang God and Demon mirror, this old scholar was just an ordinary person. His qi and blood were declining, and there was no difference. Even if there were some secrets, as long as they did not affect his business, he was too lazy to get to the bottom of it …
"What kind of lousy things are these …"
After carefully inspecting the room, he could not help but feel disappointed. There were no treasures in this room. Apart from a pile of thread-bound books that had lost all their spirit, there were only a few shelves, and on top of them were clearly some half-weathered beast skeletons. There was also a smooth collarbone, a few stones with strange patterns, a broken blade, a palm that was only left with white bones, and a skull that had a few holes on it. All of them were quietly placed on the shelves, and it was a strange sight to behold …
Sure enough, there was no treasure?
Fang Xing was very disappointed in his heart. While muttering, he still went forward with a face full of doubts, and used the Yin Yang God and Demon mirror.
"The Lightning Clan's corpse has lost its spirituality, and there is no treasure …"
"The Fallen God Seed's remains are not precious bones, and there is no difference …"
"The Desolate Heaven Divine Gold's divine power has been lost, and only the remains are left …"
Although it was broken, it was, after all, the broken things placed on the ninth floor of the Baek Ok-kyung Treasure Tower. Fang Xing would not let go of any possibility. He carefully looked at these things with the Yin Yang God and Demon mirror, but was disappointed to find that although these things had strange names, such as the Lightning Clan, the Fallen God Seed, and so on, he had never heard of any of them, but they had neither divinity nor law, and were indeed only broken …
Only when he saw the skull at the end, he was slightly stunned, and his eyes slightly brightened.
In his heart, the Yin Yang God and Demon mirror's prompt flashed, "The Genuine Immortal's skull has a seal, and cannot be identified …"
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