I Have A Qi Fortune Altar.
Chapter 610: 418 Opportunity, Yin Yang Qi!_3

Chapter 610: Chapter 418 Opportunity, Yin Yang Qi!_3

Unfortunately, he would not spare Zhao Deren’s life until tomorrow, unless there was a special circumstance.

He sighed heavily, looking at the bodies on the ground, then Chen Yuan turned and left. A flash of fire instantly ignited within the ruined temple, shining brightly against the ink-black night.

This trip was worthwhile after all; he had found the Qi Fortune child he needed. The only downside was that Xiao Qingmu had managed to escape early.

It still cost him his efforts…

But at the same time, he was also curious, whether Xiao Qingmu could provide him another Qi Fortune child the next time they met. If so, could fostering her work?

This thought flashed by, and Chen Yuan shook his head with a faint smile, what was he thinking?

To harbor such a thought was absolutely unacceptable.

As for enemies, it was better if they were dead.

…

…

Only when the ruined temple had completely burnt to ashes did Chen Yuan leave, heading towards the direction of Changshan Prefecture City. Now, he would go to retrieve the treasure that could potentially enhance his cultivation.

He hoped it would increase his cultivation.

Although his strength had grown rapidly, Chen Yuan wanted it to grow even faster—who would complain about being too powerful? In this world, everything is illusory,

only power is real!

He chose not to enter the city but instead found a place outside to sit and breathe throughout the night, waiting until the first rays of sunlight hit his face before slowly standing up.

He stretched lightly and flew into Changshan Prefecture City.

Located in the Central State and much stronger than a normal prefecture city, although Grandmasters were not plentiful here, after some exploration, he only sensed two Grandmaster level presences.

Chen Yuan didn’t immediately go to North City as he knew from experience that the market wouldn’t open at dawn, and there was no point in going there so early.

So he went to an early food shop for some breakfast.

With his level of cultivation, he could very well fast, but he often chose to indulge in food he found interesting, feeling that only a full belly could bring true satisfaction.

Moreover, the food in this world was not as bad as he had imagined.

Although not as diverse as in his previous life, it still had its own unique flavor, and he enjoyed it occasionally.

After breakfast, as the daylight grew bright, the sparse streets began to fill with bustling crowds, and Chen Yuan started walking toward North City.

Similar to other state cities he had visited, the area of North City mostly housed ordinary people whose lives were quite tough, but being in Central State, their living conditions were slightly better than those in Qingzhou.

At least along his way, he saw very few beggars in tattered clothes, a detail he paid much attention to due to the guidance of fate.

Today, he was especially observant of beggars, afraid that he might miss something…

But upon reflection, it seemed quite normal, for this place was a bastion of the Sima Royal Family. Even if the upper class was incompetent, overall, it was still better than other states.

When Chen Yuan arrived at the market, there were already quite a few people gathered, carrying a lively atmosphere.

Truthfully, he sometimes enjoyed this kind of ambiance, although now he had a huge class gap from these ordinary people.

Despite concealing his appearance and completely suppressing his aura, there was still an intangible quality about him that made him stand out.

The commoners who saw him usually made a detour, fearing trouble.

The roads of North City were wide, flanked by peddlers, and Chen Yuan looked straight ahead, with occasional flashes of blue lights in his eyes as he searched for his target.

Unfortunately, after a quarter of an hour, Chen Yuan had covered most of the marketplace and still found nothing.

With his brow slightly furrowed, Chen Yuan decided to speed up. If he still couldn’t find it, he would have to search the entire North City!

The meeting place was bustling, with the densest crowd gathered around a storyteller, an old man in gray whose eyes rolled back as he loudly dictated legendary tales.

His delivery was emotive. As the saying goes, when God closes a door, He surely opens a window. At least to Chen Yuan, this was the most touching book he had ever heard.

If he weren’t occupied with important matters, Chen Yuan would definitely have stopped to listen, but even just passing by, he nonetheless heard a bit.

It seemed to be a story about some Changshan Spear God, who with a single spear had charged in and out of the thick of battle seven times, making the Northern Barbarians lose their helmets and armor, crying for their fathers and mothers.

No idea how much artistic exaggeration was involved, though.

In any case, the legends about him in Tangshan had reached outrageous levels, as if without him, the whole world would collapse.

However, he hadn’t paid much attention to the name of that Spear God.

What was it, Zhao something?

Without dwelling on it, Chen Yuan continued walking. With his speed, he quickly crossed the entire marketplace, but he found no trace of the opportunity he was looking for, which made him focus his gaze sharply.

Just as he was about to fly and search the area again, suddenly, from the distant part of the marketplace, a thin figure approached—a youth wearing patched clothes, resembling a beggar, carrying a large sack on his back, yet bearing a determined expression.

But what was most important was the reaction of the Heavenly Eye, a streak of Qing-colored Qi Fortune light shining upon that youth. The opportunity had arrived.

Chen Yuan stopped in his tracks, motionless. The youth reached the edge of the marketplace, took a deep breath, and set his sack on the ground, revealing its contents.

It was a pair of brand-new straw sandals.

Giving him a look, Chen Yuan slowly approached and stood in front of the youth, smiling lightly:

“Young brother, are these straw sandals durable?”

The young beggar sized up Chen Yuan, curious why this well-dressed man would inquire about straw sandals, yet he truthfully responded:

“As you say, these straw sandals are indeed the best in Tangshan Prefecture….”

“That’s quite a bold claim. What is your name, young brother?”

The young beggar hesitated for a moment, unsure of the other’s intent, and after some thought, he decided not to hide it:

“Friends in town call me Shi Tou, you can call me that.”

“Shi Tou?”

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow, finding the name quite casual, and offhandedly said:

“Don’t you have a formal name?”

The young beggar furrowed his brow, squeezing out a smile:

“Do you need a name to buy straw sandals?”

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