"A low-grade Qiankun Bag is made from Qiankun Wood material, then inscribed with runes by a Second-Seal Talisman Master. Don't let its small size fool you; it's large enough inside to hold items the size of a counter. Carrying it with you can avoid a lot of trouble." Seeing that Lin Dong seemed interested in the Qiankun Bag, the green-robed attendant smiled and eagerly introduced it.
Lin Dong was astonished. He never expected such a miraculous item to exist; he had never heard of it before. Indeed, Qingyang Town couldn't compare to Yan City.
"A Second-Seal Talisman Master?"
While amazed by the unique function of the Qiankun Bag, Lin Dong's heart also trembled at a remark made by the attendant. In the Great Yan Dynasty, there was a special profession whose practitioners were called Talisman Masters. It was said that they could condense the Yuan Power of heaven and earth into unique runes.
And these runes, because each had a different structure, possessed different abilities. For example, the Black Iron Sword had a rune carved on it, which increased the weapon's toughness and sharpness by one level.
The path of martial arts had given rise to many sects, and Talisman Masters were one of them. However, this profession not only required a certain level of personal strength to sustain itself, but also had extremely stringent requirements for Spiritual Power, making it a rare profession.
Talisman Masters also had their own ranking system. As far as Lin Dong knew, they were divided by "Seals." Talisman Masters were divided into five Seals in total, with First-Seal Talisman Masters being the lowest and Fifth-Seal Talisman Masters being the highest. Of course, there might be even stronger ranks beyond the Fifth Seal, but Lin Dong simply didn't know about them.
Generally speaking, even a First-Seal Talisman Master required a minimum condition of reaching the Earth Yuan Realm. If one could reach the Second-Seal Talisman Master level, it would be enough for the major powers in Yan City to treat them with the courtesy of an honored guest.
Therefore, when Lin Dong heard that this Qiankun Bag was inscribed by a Second-Seal Talisman Master, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Lin Dong was very interested in this Qiankun Bag, but its price made him frown in thought. Their Lin family had only mined over four hundred Yangyuan Stones in two months, and this was just a low-grade Qiankun Bag, yet it required ten percent of that amount.
Forty-eight Yangyuan Stones, Lin Dong definitely couldn't produce. So, after pondering for a moment, he pulled out a small bottle from his chest. It contained ten pills of different colors, and of course, these were refined by Lin Dong from a third-grade spirit medicine.
"Go find someone to see how much these are worth?" Lin Dong placed the bottle on the counter and said with a smile.
Hearing this, the green-robed attendant assessed the pills in the bottle. Being an attendant here, his discerning eye was obviously keen. Immediately, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and then he gently rang a small bell behind him.
Not long after the bell rang, a middle-aged man who looked like a manager quickly walked over, smiling with narrowed eyes, and said, "Is this young brother looking to trade this item?"
As he spoke, his gaze swept over the bottle on the counter. He then reached out, took out a pill, held it under his nose, and sniffed twice. His brows furrowed as he said, "Little brother, these pills must be refined from spirit herbs, right? The medicinal power is quite gentle and pure, extremely suitable for those in the Body Tempering Stage or Earth Yuan Stage to consume."
"Probably..."
Lin Dong scratched his head, his expression a little dazed. He looked as if he didn't quite understand the type of pills he had taken out.
Seeing his appearance, the middle-aged man chuckled, secretly thinking that he was lucky to have obtained these pills.
"Little brother, how about this? For these pills, I'll trade one for five Yang Yuan Stones. What do you think?" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed as he spoke.
"So, in the end, after buying this Qiankun Bag, I'll only have two Yang Yuan Stones left? Then I won't sell." Lin Dong rolled his eyes, snatching the bottle back with one hand.
"Haha, don't rush, don't rush. So, little brother, how many do you want?" Seeing this, the middle-aged man quickly said.
"One for ten."
Faced with this childlike behavior, the middle-aged man didn't know what to do. He shook his head and asked, "How about one for seven? This price is fair, isn't it?"
"Good."
This time, Lin Dong didn't hesitate at all, agreeing immediately. Seeing his decisive manner, the middle-aged man couldn't help but give a wry smile. He then instructed the nearby attendant to bring out the Qiankun Bag and place it in front of Lin Dong. After deducting the price of the Qiankun Bag, the remaining Yang Yuan Stones were all placed inside the Qiankun Bag.
Lin Dong eagerly took the Qiankun Bag into his hand, then somewhat roughly reached inside and took out a few Yang Yuan Stones that were still slightly warm.
Although the internal space of the Qiankun Bag wasn't very large, for Lin Dong, it was already very satisfying.
"Haha, little brother, if you have more of these pills, you can continue to sell them to us. The price will remain the same," the middle-aged man said with a smile, watching Lin Dong caress the Qiankun Bag.
"En, I'll wait until next time I return to where I found these things to see if I can find some more," Lin Dong replied with a serious nod to the middle-aged man's words.
"..."
The middle-aged man's face suddenly stiffened, and he finally nodded with a forced smile.
Lin Dong chuckled to himself, then ignored him, focusing on controlling the Qiankun Bag in his hand. Finally, his gaze unconsciously stopped at the left side of the Qiankun Bag, where a strange symbol seemed to faintly appear and disappear.
Lin Dong's eyes were fixed on that strange symbol. Unconsciously, his spirit concentrated, looking as if he had seen something that greatly interested him.
During the time Lin Dong stared like a dazed puppet, his eyes seemed to suddenly blur. While his surrounding vision became indistinct, the hidden symbol on the Qiankun Bag became clearer and clearer.
In this strange state, a special fluctuation suddenly emanated from within Lin Dong's brain—it was Mental Energy. Invisible streams of Mental Energy permeated from his brain, finally slowly outlining themselves in front of Lin Dong. And that outline, though very rough and unclear, was extremely similar to the complex symbol on the Qiankun Bag!
The sketch was not yet complete, and as the invisible symbol in front of Lin Dong condensed halfway, a sharp pain immediately shot through his mind. He suddenly snapped back to reality, his head drenched in cold sweat, his eyes filled with shock, clearly not understanding what had just happened.
In a hidden corner of the Treasure Pavilion's main hall, an old man in gray robes sat, seemingly drowsy. His surroundings appeared messy, somewhat out of place with the otherwise pristine Treasure Pavilion. Yet, from beginning to end, no one spoke to disturb him. Several people who passed by him, whether customers or managers, walked lightly, not daring to make a sound.
As for everything around him, the old man seemed oblivious. His eyes were closed, and he sat in a deep sleep, as if about to topple over. However, this state of stupor was suddenly broken in an instant. His tightly shut eyes abruptly opened, and his gaze shifted, settling on a young man standing not far away in the main hall. A look of shock appeared in his eyes, and a faint, slow whisper emerged.
"What powerful spiritual talent!"