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Chapter 277: Chapter 180 Don’t be afraid, I am not a bad person either! Chapter 277: Chapter 180 Don’t be afraid, I am not a bad person either! Nepal, Gad City.

Ever since the first auction was successfully held last time.

New airports, new hotels, and new entertainment facilities have sprung up here.

More importantly, a highway and a railway have completed preliminary work, just waiting for funding to be in place to hire a professional team from the East to start construction.

Thus transforming the challenging transportation environment of Gad City.

In light of these changes, the local people’s support for the Evil Exorcism Temple grew stronger day by day.

Even the local tyrants who were previously pondering how to get a share of the benefits now obediently brought gifts to the temple to become devout followers.

Moreover, apart from these changes, after the auction ended, many people mysteriously appeared from all directions to offer their treasures.

They all heard through different channels that President Huang and other Registered Disciples were willing to pay high prices for the myriad of exotic treasures listed in the register.

And it wasn’t just money; even the opportunity for Immortal Cultivation was open for negotiation.

As a result, the people offering treasures nearly caused a traffic paralysis in the factory district.

President Huang and the others were initially quite excited.

But then they realized most of these mysterious sellers who treated their own possessions as treasures

were merely boasting their reputations. Their self-introductions claimed they were either well-known folk collectors or descendants of famous people.

Some even claimed their valuables came through special channels directly from the palace.

In the end, what was brought out were items made only as recently as last week or the previous night.

There were even those engraved with “Microwave Safe” at the bottom that were presented as ancestral treasures.

This allowed President Huang and his people to deeply appreciate the rich and interesting diversity among humanity.

With no other choice, President Huang and his associates turned to the organization.

They requested a team of experts, about a hundred strong, to come and oversee the selection process.

Only after ensuring quality did these Cultivators, who were at least half a step into Transcendence, truly examine the items.

This helped reduce the workload and kicked out many who hoped to try their luck.

Naturally, as these hopeful individuals left with heavy hearts, rumors began to circulate amongst various circles that President Huang and his associates were a bunch of con artists.

However, the legitimate power of Transcendence was there, and those with genuine treasures naturally ignored the laments of the folk collectors.

As more and more people came to offer treasures, and quantity increased,

several items from the list given by Su Ping began to surface.

After confirming with their Mana that these items indeed reacted genuinely, President Huang and the others happily provided compensation or promises.

Besides, there appeared a few items that even President Huang found intriguing but could not fully identify, so they were promptly kept aside, awaiting Su Ping’s verification.

Su Ping transformed into the Rat Taoist.

In the Pot Cave Heaven’s Bone Burying Ground, he summoned President Huang and the others.

The six members of President Huang’s party arrived easily at the mountaintop residence and, after sipping some hot tea served by the Cat Women,

they felt refreshed and began to report their recent acquisitions to Su Ping.

This naturally included the occurrence of spatial rifts in Korea and Sakura Country, as well as the latest intelligence from friendly sources mentioning the appearance of Transcendent beings related to Taoism.

After listening, the Rat Taoist simply smiled and said,

“Relax, most of those Transcendents are familiar to me. Although I cannot say we agree on everything, we certainly are not enemies.”

“Moreover, the Cultivation World has recently been quite tumultuous, full of troublesome times everywhere!”

“Anyway, let’s not talk about these things of no utility to either of us.”

“Bring them out, let me see what those interesting items are.”

The Rat Taoist shook his head before bringing up the main topic.

President Huang hurriedly took out a large wooden box from his Storage Spirit Artifact.

Upon opening it, Su Ping knew why the Registered Disciples were unsure.

Unlike the raw material forms of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures listed in the register,

all the items in this wooden box were finished products.

A palm-sized, oddly shaped bronze statue with a disproportionately large head and small body, not in line with modern aesthetics,

a not very famous but extravagantly made palace painting,

and some ancient utensils heavily adorned with decorative items.

These were all genuine antiques, and even in ancient times, they were of considerable value.

Therefore, the likelihood of finding valuable elements within them is much higher than in ordinary artworks.

After all, the ancients knew how to discern the good from the bad too, even though they lacked Mana and an environment rich in Spiritual Energy.

The ancients, unable to harness the true potential of these treasures, could only focus on their aesthetic value, making them accessories for artworks or precious pigments…

After a mere glance, Su Ping confirmed that some of the pigments used in the painting must be Star Silver Stone, a precious artifact refining material.

In the Immortal Cultivation World, this is something even Golden Core experts would vie for.

It can be used as a complement to the embryo of a Magic Treasure.

If the commoners knew it was used as a pigment,

and the resulting painting was not even well-known… they might have thoughts of obliteration!

Su Ping wrapped the painting with his Divine Sense and gently lifted his right hand.

The usable parts of the painting separated from the paper and entered the Storage Spirit Artifact concealed within Su Ping’s sleeve.

Then, his Divine Sense left the painting and permeated into the antiques.

In just a few breaths, President Huang and the others saw shiny, tiny particles flying out of the antiques and into the Rat Taoist’s sleeve.

In the end, the Rat Taoist personally picked up the bronze statue and hesitated before saying,

“The other items each contain only a very small amount of usable components, which is what affected your Mana.”

“However, this bronze statue… contains no exotic substances.”

“It is because it’s been contaminated by proximity to some exotic treasure for too long that it shows a slight Mana reaction, leading you to mistake it for a treasure.”

“Interesting!”

“Is the original owner of this thing still around?”

Hearing the Rat Taoist inquire, President Huang chuckled, looking down as he said:

“Rest assured, Master, all these people have been well arranged. Should you need anything, we are on standby to inquire personally.”

“There’s no need for that, this matter is of great importance, I shall go and see for myself.”

The Rat Taoist chuckled, giving a few more instructions before waving his registered disciples away.

Afterwards, he fiddled with the bronze statue, clicking his tongue in wonder, suspecting that he might just have found another treasure comparable to the Cold Ice Heavy Water.

Although Water Blue Star has no spiritual energy, it still has surprises waiting for me.

And more importantly, the surprises of this planet… all belong solely to me!

In the suburbs of Gad City, by the highway near the suburban factories.

Inside a newly built hotel.

Zhang Ping’an was sitting cross-legged on the bed, silently breathing in and out.

His family has been laypersons of Taoism for generations, with several inherited Breathing and Exhaling Techniques.

They even inherited a book of mystical magic techniques.

Indeed, they were a family of deep learning.

However, before the outbreak of mysterious events, Zhang Ping’an, as the sole direct descendant of the younger generation, preferred studying science over Cultivation Taoism.

And, with his exceptional talent, he graduated early from a top institution and became part of the young scholars’ program.

Then, the continuous mysterious incidents, especially the major event in Sakura Country, awakened Zhang Ping’an, leading him to resolutely decide to return home for cultivation.

Afterward, for a while, Zhang Ping’an vaguely realized that both their generation and the elders… seemed to be cultivating as Fake Immortals!

He hadn’t noticed it before, but everything seems worse in comparison, doesn’t it?

This strengthened Zhang Ping’an’s determination to seek the True Path.

He visited Mount Emei, but after learning it was closed off, he decided to take an unusual route, and was captured before he could climb to the Golden Summit, detained for a day before being released.

He also went to Korea, where he discovered that the churches were shrouded in dark miasma, nothing but a charade of deceiving Ghostly Gods.

Feeling it was better not to stay there, he returned home and studied the family’s breathing techniques until he knew them inside out.

Then, he was suddenly summoned back by his Old Ancestor.

It turned out the Old Ancestor was seriously ill.

There, on the sickbed, he met several old Taoist friends who came to visit.

Zhang Ping’an learned of the recent events and the business dealings that President Huang and others were involved in over in Nepal.

Therefore, driven by the will to survive, he summoned his direct grandson, Zhang Ping’an, instructing him to take a family treasure to Nepal to try his luck.

As a result, after Zhang Ping’an offered up the bronze statue, he was accommodated in a VIP room.

Ding-dong!

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Interrupting Zhang Ping’an’s practice of breathing and exhaling.

Zhang Ping’an frowned slightly.

Ever since he was settled into the VIP room, he had met all kinds of people coming to see him.

Some sought connections, some called in favors, and some with deep pockets bluntly offered a substantial amount of money for a promise from him.

Zhang Ping’an refused them all.

He approached the door, chose not to open it, but pressed the intercom button and gently coughed:

“It’s quite late, I’m not accepting visitors now, please leave…”

“Please leave? That’s impossible!”

No sooner had Zhang Ping’an finished speaking and was about to turn off the intercom, than an elderly voice came through.

Before he could do anything else,

Click, Zhang Ping’an’s eyes widened as the door… simply opened!

Then, the corridor in front of him was already engulfed in black mist.

As the black mist surged, an old man in black robes, leaning on a cane, emerged.

The black mist then quieted down.

And the door closed automatically.

However, the black mist continued to seep through the cracks of the door into the room.

In just a few seconds, the mist had already submerged the area around his feet.

“This humble one is the Earth Rat Taoist from the Bone Burying Ground, and I’ve seen the young gentleman.”

“Don’t be afraid, I am not a bad person.”

The Rat Taoist made an uninvited appearance, greeted Zhang Ping’an, and with his Divine Skills, pulled him back to the living room to sit facing each other.

Feeling an uncontrollable fear, Zhang Ping’an looked at the Daoist in front of him who resembled an Evil Cultivator.

The script he had prepared in his heart for dealing with President Huang and others didn’t dare leave his lips.

He kept swallowing, but still couldn’t help watching the spreading black mist on the floor, feeling a chilling coldness at the points of contact with his body, and sensing the chill penetrating his flesh, making him increasingly terrified.

“This place belongs to Boss Huang and his associates, I’m staying here at their invitation.”

Zhang Ping’an gritted his teeth and brought up President Huang, hoping to intimidate the unknown black-robed elder.

But he quickly heard a response that sent a shiver down his spine:

“I know, I came to see you after hearing little Huang and the others mentioning you.”

“I forgot to give a more detailed introduction.”

Su Ping looked at the restless Zhang Ping’an and spoke in a deep voice:

“I am”

“none other than the master of those few individuals you’ve been talking about!”