Emperor’s Domination

“Six-sense Pagoda from the legends. I can’t believe we’re seeing this.” A spectator said in amazement.

“Six-sense Pagoda!” The crowd became emotional.

“Why is it here?” Someone murmured.

Because of this, many finally looked at the middle-aged man sitting behind the treasure. Alas, this revealed nothing new.

Given the circumstances, they were certain he was a ghost of higher status. Why was he in possession of the pagoda?

Six-sense Ancestor must have returned to the market and performed a transaction, resulting in the pagoda being here on display. This puzzled people because what more could a primal ancestor want from the ghost market?

The mysterious market should no longer be enough to satisfy a being of that level.

“I did hear something about Six-sense Ancestor returning later.” The person who recognized the pagoda came with a group.

Everyone made room for him out of both respect and fear. His long, green hair stood out draping down his white robe.

The color implied something unsavory but none dared to make snide remarks. [1]

“White-robed Greenman.” Someone uttered his title.

He was a desolate god with eight sacred fruits but most importantly, he came from Immortal Suppression Dynasty.

He left it later on to form his own faction - White-robed School. Of course, this was with their permission and assistance.

Rumor has it that he carried out some unsavory deeds for the dynasty, making people and sects disappear. Therefore, he was still a hound of Immortal Suppression, specializing in getting his hands dirty.

He had no problem with this either due to his cruel personality, hence the crowd’s fear. His eyes brimmed with greed after seeing the pagoda.

“May I ask what kind of deal are you looking for?” He lowered his head and asked the middle-aged man.

He exercised caution and civility because some grand ghosts here were frightening. If it were the outside world, he would massacre everyone for the pagoda.

“Whatever.” The man smiled, not in a rush to sell it. His smile was kind and resembled warm sun rays.

“Treasures, perhaps?” White-robed Greenman spoke without confidence because an equivalent treasure needed to be at the primal level.

“As long as I like it.” The man smiled, seemingly taking joy in making trades.

“Senior, he doesn’t need lifespan or virtues, not personal items either.” An expert told him.

“A desolate god offered half of his lifespan, at least 300,000 years. The guy was not interested.” A cultivator shook his head.

“I offered him my beloved scroll, it didn’t work.” A big shot nearby added.

“Do you have anything in mind at all, Sir?” White-robed Greenman asked.

“Anything will do, even a random drawing might be enough if I fancy it.” The man said, preparing paper and brush.

Everyone exchanged glances of disbelief.

“A random drawing will do?” An expert shouted.

“Really?” White-robed Greenman found this astonishing. No one would believe this story - a ghost wanting to exchange a primal artifact for a random drawing instead of treasures, lifespan, or virtues.

“Anything is possible if it pleases me.” The man smiled.

“I will give it a shot.” An expert rushed forward and skipped the line.

He was a passionate artist once so when he picked up the brush, his strokes were immaculate and free, capable of invoking special visual phenomena.

“Impressive.” The crowd had nothing but praise for him.

He exhaled after finishing the painting - an azure. When standing there, people felt as if they were the rulers of the cosmos and the dao. Dao mysteries have been imbued into the painting.

“It’s a masterpiece.” Someone took a careful look and commented.

“What do you think?” The artist bowed and asked.

Everyone watched with bated breath.

“Good skill but it doesn’t make me happy.” The man looked at the painting and shook his head.

1. Green hat or anything green on the head implies being cheated on ☜