Qin Chuan agreed. After all, the conditions were quite good, allowing him flexibility and preventing him from being driven into a corner.
Besides, Qin Chuan was confident in himself; given time, nothing else mattered, and if he had the ability, he should help him.
Qin Chuan's agreement pleased the Five Continents War God Palace Master, whose enthusiasm was obvious. Qin Chuan was actually quite happy to befriend this honest, burly man.
"Brother, I can't help you with cultivation, and you don't need to. But if you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask. In the Five Continents War God Palace, I can help with most things."
With this, the two were considered equals, seemingly giving Qin Chuan the upper hand.
But it was now clear that their friendship was based on mutual benefit.
This was understandable; nothing in this world is more reliable than mutual benefit.
There are no eternal enemies, nor eternal friends, only eternal interests.
Therefore, sometimes a bond based on mutual benefit is the most solid, because both sides will strive tirelessly for their shared interests.
Old Luo naturally saw Qin Chuan and greeted him with a smile.
This surprised many people again, after all, that was Master Luo, a true being known as a demigod. In the Five Continents, Old Luo's status was extraordinary.
Qin Chuan didn't recognize Old Luo, but still smiled and nodded in greeting.
The Hall Master of the Five Continents War God Hall introduced him to Qin Chuan: "This is Old Luo, known as a demigod. Don't underestimate him. To be honest, I can't beat him." The Hall Master of the Five Continents War God Hall said with a wry smile. Old Luo
waved his hand: "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Don't let the young brother laugh at us. Besides, my little tricks can't fool your eyes at all."
"Young brother, a few of us old guys have our eyes on a treasure, but it's very strange. I'm going to get it anyway. How about you help me appraise it?" Old Luo said with a smile.
Qin Chuan had a fairly good impression of Old Luo. Although he was lean and thin, he had a very kind face that made him likable. He
originally wanted to refuse, but then he thought it wasn't a big deal, and maybe he could find something useful.
"Let's take a look together, I don't know much about them either," Qin Chuan said politely.
Qin Chuan possessed the Golden Divine Eye, so he was naturally more accurate in judging treasures than the average person, though others didn't know he had it.
This was a treasure for sale by an acquaintance from the north. It was unusual; while it didn't excel in attack, or even have any offensive capabilities,
it could calm the mind, nourish the spirit…
Sometimes, the power of a treasure lies not in its combat strength, but in its ability to cultivate character and temperament. This is because cultivators use themselves as a furnace, and cultivating character and temperament is about nurturing that furnace.
Only when the furnace is strong can one go further, so such treasures are invaluable.
"Here in the Five Continents, it's not just the War God Temple and me; the people I've met aren't particularly eager for offensive treasures, except for exceptionally powerful ones. They prefer defensive treasures, life-saving treasures, passive treasures, and treasures for cultivating character and temperament," Old Luo chuckled.
Qin Chuan nodded thoughtfully.
"Many people are eyeing this treasure this time. Quite a few powerful old men from the Five Continents have come. Although they all like it, they don't know if it's worth it, given the exorbitant price tag," Old Luo said hesitantly.
The value of such a treasure is incalculable. Even these powerful figures would have to bleed, offering some of their most prized possessions in exchange.
For some reason, Old Luo wanted Qin Chuan to take a look and see if the treasure was worth it. He had an inexplicable trust in Qin Chuan.
Cultivators at this level pursue supreme treasures, at least those connected to their bloodline and nurtured with their own essence blood, beneficial to their bodies.
This is why some people tamper with treasures; once nurtured with their own essence blood, they fall for it.
Therefore, they are extremely cautious about valuable items. This time, each powerful figure brought more than one or two "experts" to help them assess the treasure and prevent being deceived.
If it's truly a valuable item, they'll buy it even if it costs them money.
Qin Chuan exchanged a few polite words. Since the martial arts exchange was almost over for the day, the three of them left directly by carriage.
This was a secluded, luxurious, and tranquil manor. The courtyard wasn't large, but it was quiet and serene, surrounded by a lake, bamboo groves, exquisite rockeries, flowing streams, pavilions, and carved beams and painted rafters—luxurious without being vulgar.
Entering the main hall, the room was spacious and bright, furnished with an eight-immortal table and armchairs, exuding an antique charm and a hint of ancient wood and scholarly atmosphere. The eight-immortal
table and armchairs were placed near the main entrance, and the walls were adorned with calligraphy and paintings—landscape paintings, depictions of birds and animals. The wooden floors and spotless rooms were striking.
Not only were four people seated at the eight-immortal table, but the two rows of armchairs on either side of it were also full.
There were only a dozen or so people, and these were no ordinary individuals; they were all highly respected figures in the Five Continents. One of them, a thin, monkey-like old man sitting in a grand chair, chuckled and said, "Old Luo has arrived."
Ironically, no one greeted the Hall Master of the War God Temple. Qin Chuan was taken aback, confused, but remained silent.
The man who spoke was thin and monkey-like, somewhat sleazy. The old man exuded a sleazy aura, and his eyes were disdainful, cold, and ruthless.
Qin Chuan secretly shook his head. He didn't like this man, but he didn't know the old man's identity. Being able to sit here, he was definitely not an ordinary person.
Old Luo chuckled, but before he could speak, another man in the armchair spoke up, saying to Old Luo, "Who is this young man? Don't tell me he's your grandson, or perhaps he's here to help you?"
Old Luo's expression changed, and he said coldly, "Xiao Hou, this isn't a place where you can run wild. Even if you do, you should consider who you're dealing with. Don't end up becoming a fool in the end."
"Hahaha, Old Luo, don't think too highly of yourself. You? Someone whose father, mother, son, and wife were murdered, yet he still had to be the War God Temple Master under someone else's body. Oh, are you talking about this young man? But what kind of young man could you, Old Luo, possibly have?" The thin old man laughed smugly.
The War God Temple Master's body tensed, his fists clenched, veins bulging. At this moment, Xiao Hou laughed again, "If you have any guts, go find someone you should fight to the death. That way, even if you die, I'll still consider you a human being. Now, what do you think you are? A coward who clings to life, prolonging your existence. Do you think living is meaningful?"