Chapter 67 — The Sleepless City
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Though Shen Mu's vital essence was mighty and he could make it take form, that was only in the thick of battle, when his essence was dense beyond measure, mingled with blood and breath, so that others could see it. A divine ability user was different: he could manifest his vital essence anywhere and at any time, and within that essence a divine ability might be hidden, so that if an enemy struck, the ability would burst forth in the very first instant to meet the foe. Shen Mu had once heard Granny Zhu say that the Spirit Fetus realm was only that of a martial artist; to cultivate to the Five Elements realm was to be a grandmaster, one who understood the transformations of the five elements and evolved martial techniques and arts into divine abilities.
And to break through the wall of the Six Heavens Divine Treasury was to become a divine ability user, able to wield divine abilities.
Crimson Dragon City was no small place, and it had many divine ability users — but to have such a one following at one's back, that was no small thing at all. "These jars are indeed for sale.
" Shen Mu thought for a moment. "A hundred dragon coins apiece. " He had been asking an outrageous price, but to his surprise the chubby fat Seventh Young Master smiled mildly and nodded.
"Cheap. Done.
There are thirty-six jars in your sheepskin — three thousand six hundred dragon coins in all.
Chiliarch Ding, settle with him. " One of the men behind him bowed and said, "Yes.
" Then he stepped forward and settled accounts with Shen Mu.
The stallkeepers in the lane and the passersby stared, dumbstruck, their breath coming short.
The man who had just sold the jars to Shen Mu twitched at the corner of his eye, dizzy and dazzled, gazing at those jars, wanting to snatch them back yet not daring to.