Chapter 431: 431: Tomb Robber_1

Chapter 431: Chapter 431: Tomb Robber_1

The antique street around one o’clock, though not elbow to elbow, was still bustling and lively with a constant stream of people.

Xu Fan had no choice but to pick up Tongtong, and fearing the heat was too intense, he released his True Qi to lower the temperature around them, making Tongtong feel as though she was under an air conditioner. She also wore a sun hat, so one could say she was well-protected.

“Daddy, there are so many people here.” Tongtong craned her neck, looking around curiously at her surroundings.

Xu Fan said, “Yes, there are a lot of people. Everyone is here to buy good things.”

“Are we also here to buy good things?” Tongtong’s eyes lit up immediately.

“Yes, whatever Tongtong likes, Daddy will buy for you.” Xu Fan doted on her, fixing her hat properly.

“Daddy is the best, hmm!” Tongtong hummed emphatically and began her search.

Xu Fan seemed to walk aimlessly, but his Divine Sense was always enveloping the area, sensitively perceiving everything.

The Divine Sense of a cultivator is incredibly sharp, and it can clearly sense all things within its range.

He did this, of course, to look for items containing Spiritual Energy or some kind of power; he had little interest in common things like playthings, calligraphy, paintings, jewels, or jades.

In the time to come, he planned to refine elixirs on a grand scale, something that could not be done with electrical kitchen appliances, and would require specific cultivation tools, like a Medicine Cauldron or a Pill Furnace.

Therefore, he didn’t hold much hope, as such items weren’t easily come by and more often depended on luck.

If he really couldn’t find any, then he would have to make do with modern kitchenware.

Though not hopeful, Xu Fan wasn’t shooting in the dark either; considering his luck since his rebirth, he felt a bit favored by the heavens.

It could be considered self-suggestion or a premonition, but either way, Xu Fan felt this trip wouldn’t be in vain.

Vendors on both sides of the street were energetically hawking their wares, and if a passerby paused to show even a slight interest, they would spare no effort in their sales pitch, speaking with great fluidity and allure.

“Come take a look, have a gander, this sword is really something special. Don’t be fooled by it being only half a sword; in fact, it’s a broken bronze sword just unearthed from Henan half a month ago, a relic from the Warring States period, very well preserved. By its style, it was likely the personal sword of some general... I’m not asking much, just ninety-eight thousand and it’s yours.”

“Oh!” Tongtong nodded, seemingly getting it but still fascinated.

It has to be said that hanfu really are incredibly exquisite and beautiful, especially when young girls wear them. It’s like they become different people, greatly enhancing their aura be it elegant, classical, cute, or gentle.

Seeing that Tongtong was interested in the bustling scene and couldn’t shift her gaze away, Xu Fan simply stopped to watch and took the opportunity to scan the nearby stalls with his divine sense.

“Huh!”

Xu Fan unexpectedly looked toward one of the stalls.

This stall was in the most inconspicuous corner at the edge, easy to overlook.

Because the vendor had just laid out a poor quality grey cloth on the ground, and there were only a few items on it: a somewhat bulky and ugly old-fashioned abacus, completely grey-black in color. A pair of dim yellow cups, very old in style, a bit like ancient ceremonial goblets. There was also an old-fashioned, seemingly worthless yellow-white bracelet, and an ancient copper coin that was somewhat decayed, round with a square hole, its edges severely worn.

Lastly, there actually was a bronze ding, about the size of a person’s head, its surface covered in mottled rust, exuding an air of age and simplicity.

Additionally, there was a yellow cardboard sign placed to the side, on it was written: No idle inquiries!

Looking at the vendor, he resembled an old farmer who had worked under the sun for many years, about forty years old, with a dark reddish complexion, wearing coarse hemp clothes, feet in a pair of black cloth shoes caked with mud, yet wearing a pointed black hat.

In short, he and everything around him were very out of place, as if he came from another world, exuding four words from head to toe: glaringly out of place.

Xu Fan frowned slightly and took a careful look, a trace of puzzlement flashing in his eyes.

This person actually had an aura of death!

Death energy naturally wouldn’t appear on a living person, let alone in the fierce sun where any would evaporate.

Yet not only did the vendor carry death energy, it was also stubbornly clinging to him, much like the odor of fish on a fishmonger, always present.

Therefore, the identity of this man was almost evident. Eight or nine out of ten, he was a tomb robber.

Furthermore, considering the items he was preparing to sell, with death energy faintly radiating from them, it’s likely they were freshly unearthed and still off-gassing.

It seemed he was in a rush to sell them off.

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