Qin Chuan finally understood what the Lord of the War God Temple wanted him to do. But thinking about it, life is just like that, full of contradictions every day.
Hatred, the deepest hatred, is nothing more than killing one's father or mother, killing one's son or daughter, stealing, killing, or humiliating one's wife or daughter.
The Lord of the War God Temple embodied almost all of these hatreds. If the old man hadn't pointed it out, Qin Chuan wouldn't have realized that this seemingly honest man carried such immense hatred.
Qin Chuan was still quite surprised; even one of these hatreds would be a great torment, let alone several.
Old Luo reached out and pulled back the Lord of the Five Continents War God Temple, who was on the verge of exploding. After all, few people would dare to speak to her face like that.
The person before had already ridiculed Old Luo, the Lord of the Five Continents War God Temple, and Qin Chuan, especially the Lord of the Five Continents War God Temple.
It's said that you shouldn't hit someone in the face, and you shouldn't insult someone too harshly. This person has ripped open the Five Continents War God Temple Master's deepest wound—a wound so huge it could be fatal.
"Xiao Hou, that's enough!"
An old man sitting in a grand chair spoke. The old man was thin, but exuded great authority. Moreover, he possessed an indescribable aura, making one feel as if he were a mountain.
"Old Luo, Temple Master Wu, you both know Xiao Hou's character. Don't take it to heart."
He then looked at Qin Chuan, smiled, and nodded, without saying anything.
Qin Chuan also smiled and nodded. Although the old man was imposing, he was very approachable, and it was comfortable to talk to him.
Xiao Hou seemed very afraid of the old man. Hearing the old man speak, he snorted coldly, sat back down, and remained silent.
Qin Chuan followed Old Luo and Temple Master Wu to find a seat.
Xiao Hou was also an absolute powerhouse in the province, someone whose mere presence could cause upheaval. He was a well-known figure.
Old Luo is a local. Although he doesn't have much real power, his very being is a symbol of strength. Old Luo is a very enigmatic figure; he seems to know a little about everything, but most importantly, he's a master at judging people.
Judging people is incredibly difficult, and Old Luo is exceptionally accurate, which is why he's so popular. He also has the ability to help those who deserve it, gradually making him an untouchable figure.
One move from him can have far-reaching consequences; anyone who tries to harm him will face unimaginable repercussions.
The old man who spoke earlier was called Old Zheng, the evergreen of Chuzhou. In Chuzhou, if you were to rank people, Old Zheng would undoubtedly be among them.
The Zheng family is an ancient family with a long and distinguished history in Chuzhou, a powerful clan that has thrived for generations, understanding the ways of survival and enduring prosperity.
Old Zheng also has another name, Zheng Half-City, which, while somewhat exaggerated, is enough to illustrate his status.
Although Hall Master Wu is the Hall Master of the Five Continents War God Hall, he's far inferior to the Zheng family. What Qin Chuan is curious about is who Hall Master Wu's enemies are?
Old Luo quietly explained the situation to Qin Chuan, mostly information and common sense.
After listening, Qin Chuan nodded, "I understand!"
Qin Chuan didn't really take it to heart. Although the people here were powerful, the fact that they were here meant that everyone's strength was about the same.
Birds of a feather flock together. Qin Chuan was not as good as them now, but that didn't mean he would be in the future. Besides, Qin Chuan felt that it wouldn't be long before he could leave these people behind.
"This is your last time. If you want to exchange, then exchange. If not, I'll take my things and leave. There are other people waiting to exchange elsewhere," said a mysterious person dressed in black and wearing a veil, sitting in a grand chair.
"Don't worry, as long as your things are in good condition, we will definitely take them," smiled a white-faced, beardless man with bright eyes.
This was also a strong person from Zhongzhou. He looked very young, but he wasn't much younger than Old Zheng. He just looked younger.
Perhaps it could be due to his cultivation level. People with strong cultivation can slow down aging. As long as their physical functions are strong, they will look young.
It is said that one's mindset ages, but that's not true. One's mindset gradually becomes that of an old person due to the degeneration of the body. "
It's just that my heart is willing, but my strength is insufficient. " "
As long as there's will and strength, the heart will never grow old. " "Alright, since that's the case, this is the last time. I'll only give you one hour. After one hour, if no one buys, I'll leave with you," said the mysterious man in black robes. He then personally took out a brocade box, which was rather large, opened it, and placed it on the table without revealing anything. He then gestured for everyone to look again, to get a closer look. Inside the box was a lifelike yin-yang fish, black, white, and pink—the purest black and white, perfectly combined. The only flaw was some fine lines on it. These lines looked a little glaring, but not too out of place. He said these were lines, the lines of the yin-yang fish radiating mysterious power. "Brother Qin, how do you feel?" Old Luo asked with a smile. No one here thought highly of Qin Chuan. As soon as Old Luo said this, many people looked at Qin Chuan, surprised that Old Luo had actually brought a young man. It's important to understand that without the presence of powerful figures and a certain age, it's impossible to distinguish the quality of such treasures, or even to know what they are. The others who brought along were all quite old and had impressive backgrounds, and none of them had any faith in Qin Chuan; many even shook their heads in disdain. Xiao Hou, who was at odds with Lao Luo and Palace Master Wu, naturally couldn't let this opportunity slip by, so he spoke again, his tone laced with sarcasm. "This kid you brought probably hasn't even seen two supreme treasures, let alone supreme treasures. Has he even seen a real treasure?" Qin Chuan maintained his smile, remaining silent and not even glancing at Xiao Hou. Qin Chuan was naturally very familiar with the Yin-Yang fish—not just the fish itself, but everything related to Yin and Yang. Whether this Yin-Yang fish was a treasure was undoubtedly true; otherwise, it wouldn't have escaped the notice of those present. However, it was just an ordinary treasure. The problem lay in the mysterious array engraved on it. This array was highly sophisticated, and Qin Chuan was currently pleased because of it. Qin Chuan possessed high attainments in formations and talismans; what he lacked was only knowledge and experience in formations, not skill. Previously, Qin Chuan had been focusing on the Yin-Yang fish, trying to replicate its formation patterns and structure. Soon, he realized that this thing was merely a health-preserving treasure for him, nothing special, because such things had drawbacks—their lifespan was too short. Otherwise, it would truly be a valuable treasure, given its powerful ability to cultivate one's character. Unfortunately, while the formation was powerful, it couldn't be sustained indefinitely.
"I said I'd take it. I've checked it several times; it can't be fake," Xiao Hou said again