Daqian Martial Saint

SWOOSH!

Chen Ping’an’s figure flickered and dodged through the mountains.

’I wonder what’s happening back at the market?’

A glint flashed in Chen Ping’an’s eyes. He had originally planned to leave Red Maple Mountain and head back to Red Maple Market to check on the situation. But when he remembered the items he had just collected hadn’t been properly inventoried, a flicker of excitement ignited within him.

It wasn’t just about the items themselves, but the pure thrill of the haul.

At that thought, Chen Ping’an plunged into the canopy of a thick, sturdy tree.

Once he was steady on a branch, Chen Ping’an took out his gains one by one to begin his inventory. Before he started, however, he performed a thorough inspection to make sure there were no poisons or traps he had overlooked. Only then did he officially begin.

There were three weapons in total: a Treasure Level Tiger-Headed Refined Steel Saber, a slender red Soft Sword that was also Treasure Level, and a small, ornately patterned sword.

The Soft Sword and the small sword had both come from the Yellow-Faced Elder.

Sixteen Yuan Crystals, the bulk of which had come from the fierce-faced man.

There was a yellowed book, which Chen Ping’an briefly flipped through. He discovered it was a collection of biographies on the Grandmasters of the surrounding State Realms. It recorded a considerable number of Grandmasters, and in addition to basic information, it also contained detailed descriptions of some of their most classic battles.

These were the very battles that had made these Grandmasters famous! They involved numerous Cultivation Techniques and their ingenious applications, which could serve to greatly broaden one’s horizons.

Due to the time constraints, Chen Ping’an didn’t read it in detail. After a quick look, he put it away, planning to read it later when he had more time.

Huh?

As he took out another object, Chen Ping’an was slightly surprised.

In his hand was a mask as thin as a cicada’s wing, almost completely transparent.

’Is this... a Human Skin Mask?’

Recalling the moment the Yellow-Faced Elder’s face had changed, Chen Ping’an deduced the mask’s function.

’It’s so thin and light, nothing like an ordinary mask!’ Chen Ping’an examined it closely, growing more delighted the longer he looked.

He picked up the mask and gently placed it over his face. It was damp and cool, like a layer of moisturizing film. It was light and breathable, and there wasn’t much of a foreign sensation.

The Profound Light between Chen Ping’an’s brows flickered slightly as he covered the cicada-wing-thin mask with his True Qi.

A look of delighted surprise appeared on Chen Ping’an’s face.

’This mask is incredible!’

As his True Qi covered the entire mask, he discovered some of its unusual functions. Although the mask was nearly transparent, it felt substantial once worn. Moreover, he could control his True Qi to adjust minor details on the mask. As he adjusted these details, his own facial appearance would change in sync. Besides his facial features, he could even make slight adjustments to his skin tone.

’No wonder that Yellow-Faced Elder was able to disguise himself as Lu Shengyang!’

After some experimentation, Chen Ping’an was overjoyed.

This mask could channel True Qi and change one’s face, possessing a powerful deceptive effect. It could be considered a special type of Treasure Artifact!

Treasure Artifacts didn’t just refer to weapons. Some Forging Grandmasters and Master Blacksmiths, in addition to forging conventional weapons, would occasionally craft other types of items.

In these items, one could see all sorts of ingenious ideas from these Master Blacksmiths and Grandmasters come to life. Sometimes, in a flash of inspiration, the Treasure Artifacts they crafted would be exceptionally creative.

The Treasure Artifacts circulating on the market could generally be divided into three categories: Attacking Class, Supporting Class, and Special Class.

This cicada-wing-thin mask belonged to the Special Class.

Due to their specific functions and other limitations, Special Class Treasure Artifacts were not widely circulated. As for Treasure Artifacts like this mask, they were even rarer.

These sorts of items often had the feel of being custom-made.

He had no idea what channels the Yellow-Faced Elder had used to acquire this Transparent Mask.

’Perhaps it was some fortuitous encounter!’

Chen Ping’an guessed to himself.

After all, the world was a vast place; it was entirely possible for some people to have special fortuitous encounters. Their Cultivation might not be apparent, but they could still possess plenty of good things!

Having acquired such a Transparent Mask, Chen Ping’an was overjoyed and put it away as if it were a Supreme Treasure.

The remaining items seemed quite ordinary by comparison. For example, there were a few bottles of standard healing pills, some gold powder for external use to stop bleeding, as well as several silver notes and some pieces of broken silver.

Chen Ping’an was slightly disappointed not to find any Great Medicine Treasures or Earth Treasures. However, this was to be expected. After all, fully formed Great Medicine Treasures couldn’t be preserved for long with ordinary methods, let alone carried around everywhere.

Generally speaking, if one was lucky enough to obtain Great Medicine Treasures or Earth Treasures, the priority would be to refine them into pills or brew them into medicinal soups, promptly converting them into an aid for one’s Cultivation!

Even if one couldn’t find a suitable physician right away, they would be promptly traded or properly stored. Almost no one would carry them on their person; if they did, the slightest bit of improper handling would cause the medicinal properties to rapidly dissipate.

Taking the Transparent Mask from his robes again, Chen Ping’an’s disappointment at not finding any Great Medicine Treasures quickly vanished without a trace.

’What a treasure! A truly fine treasure! An Elder from the Ten Thousand Demons at the Initial Profound Light Realm had something this good. Wouldn’t the old man at the Profound Light Middle Realm have even better things?!’

The light in Chen Ping’an’s eyes flickered. Gazing at the cicada-wing-thin mask, an idea suddenly surfaced in his mind.

The reason he hadn’t killed Cao Yingxiong just now was his fear of exposing his true strength. If anyone had escaped, the future troubles would be endless. Not to mention, he couldn’t afford to be charged with the crime of harming a colleague.