Wu dong Qian Kun: I, Lin Langtian, Refuse to be a Supporting Character

Chapter 115: The Mysterious Map

"Can't you offer a lower price?" a hooded figure asked.

Lin Langtian roused himself, slightly lifting his wide-brimmed hat to peer at the similarly cloaked figure before him. "Fifty thousand Nirvana Pills for an Earth-grade spirit treasure is a fair price—no negotiations."

The black-cloaked figure's expression soured, but after glancing at the ominous presence of the demonic puppet standing beside Lin Langtian, he swallowed his objections. Instead, he looked back at the Thunder Mace on display with some hesitation. "I only have thirty thousand Nirvana Pills on me. For the remaining twenty thousand, could I pay with three million Pure Yuan Pills?"

Lin Langtian frowned and shook his head. Though the exchange rate technically equated three million Pure Yuan Pills to thirty thousand Nirvana Pills, Nirvana Pills were rare in lower and middle-ranking kingdoms. The demand often drove the price up well past the standard rate. Additionally, Lin Langtian needed Nirvana Pills specifically to aid in reaching the half-step Nirvana level. Even five million Pure Yuan Pills wouldn't help.

Seeing Lin Langtian refuse again, the cloaked figure lingered a moment before sighing in resignation. "I really like this Thunder Mace, but all I have are thirty thousand Nirvana Pills. If you're willing to accept it, I can throw in a mysterious map, an heirloom passed down in my family for generations. Will that cover the difference?"

He pulled a tattered, ancient-looking cloth from his pocket. Although the map was aged and worn, it emanated an aura of something ancient and possibly significant. The fabric was clearly a map, with faded markings showing a complex route, though little else was discernible.

Lin Langtian's eyes narrowed slightly at the map. He couldn't be certain of its value, but anything bearing such an ancient aura likely held more than it seemed. Besides, he had learned from figures like Lin Dong and Xiao Yan that seemingly unremarkable artifacts often concealed incredible secrets. After a pause, Lin Langtian asked, "If it's such a family treasure, why trade it? Wouldn't it have deep meaning for your clan?"

The cloaked figure hesitated, then laughed bitterly. "Though it's been with my family for generations, no one has ever been able to decipher it. Our fortune's declined in recent years, and it's no longer practical to hold onto something useless when I could get this Thunder Mace instead."

Lin Langtian nodded, understanding that the man's account might be truthful. He also felt that taking a chance on the map might be worth it. If it truly contained valuable information, it would easily surpass the twenty thousand Nirvana Pills he was sacrificing in the trade. Moreover, with his breakthrough still some time off, he could make up the difference elsewhere.

With a small smile, Lin Langtian agreed, "For your interest in this Thunder Mace, I'll accept thirty thousand Nirvana Pills and the map. Deal."

The man visibly brightened. He handed over a pouch filled with thirty thousand Nirvana Pills, along with the ancient map. Lin Langtian inspected the pouch with his spiritual energy to confirm the contents before nodding his approval.

Without wasting a second, the cloaked man snatched up the Thunder Mace, stashing it in his own pouch before quickly leaving the area. His hurried departure raised some suspicion in Lin Langtian's mind, but he dismissed it. If the map contained a hidden secret, he was determined to uncover it.

After slipping the map and the Nirvana Pills into his robe, Lin Langtian folded up his stall. With his transaction complete, he left the black market. Taking precautions, he wandered aimlessly through several streets to throw off potential followers. Only when he was sure no one was watching did he remove his hat and recall the demonic puppet into the Golden Spirit Wheel Mirror's inner space.

Strolling down a narrow side street, Lin Langtian suddenly paused. His relaxed expression faded as he realized something peculiar—the usually busy street was completely deserted.

"Whoosh!"

The instant he stopped, a sharp whistling sound cut through the air. A deadly arrow shot from a nearby rooftop, following an expertly calculated arc aimed directly at his back.

Lin Langtian's face hardened as he turned. There was no way to dodge in time, but he didn't panic. His mind focused, unleashing a wave of spiritual power from his spirit center.

"Hummm…"

Just before the arrow struck, it froze mid-air, inches from his chest. He noticed a strange scent emanating from the tip, which had been laced with a lethal poison that would have killed him instantly.

"So, someone is trying to kill me."

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