Chapter 50

Xuan Kong took the bead from Wang Qi's hand, focused his attention, and carefully examined it, only then realizing that this treasure bead was extraordinary.

It faintly emitted a spiritual aura, which was very dim, and if it were anyone else, they wouldn't have noticed it. But it just so happened that Xuan Kong had the Dragon Pearl of the Third Prince of the Western Sea Dragon King, Ao Lie, which unexpectedly granted him the power of a true dragon, transforming into his second soul.

Therefore, he was particularly sensitive to the spiritual aura of the sea creatures.

Feeling a sense of familiarity, he took out the White Dragon Pearl from his own chest and compared it with his eyes closed, sensing the spiritual energy. After a long while, he opened his eyes and looked at Wang Qi, exclaiming, "Junior Brother, what is the origin of this bead? Tell me in detail quickly!"

Wang Qi was puzzled and said, "This is old stock from our shop that we can't sell. Could there be something strange about it?"

Xuan Kong scowled and said angrily, "So much nonsense. Just speak quickly. If my guess is correct, I can give you another spiritual treasure."

Hearing this, Wang Qi almost drooled on the ground. He didn't dare to say more and just picked out the important parts to explain the origin of the bead. Xuan Kong's whole body trembled, and he examined the bead again, muttering, "It really is it!"

Wang Jun, who was standing nearby, was also intrigued and didn't bother to peek at the yellow fox sleeping on Wang Qi's head.

He squeezed in front of Xuan Kong and asked, "Master, this bead looks shiny, but its shape is deformed. It probably has no value, right?"

If it were a bead of this shape, Wang Jun's family indeed had few, but they had the pearls of the Southern Sea, each round and plump, which were far superior in appearance to this deformed bead.

Xuan Kong shook his head, looked at Wang Jun, and slapped Wang Qi on the back of the head, rolling his eyes, "Idiot, idiot, you can't even recognize a spiritual treasure right in front of you!"

He was reluctant to hit his own disciple, but with his junior brother, he didn't need to feel sorry.

Wang Qi stumbled from Xuan Kong's slap, almost dropping the little fox on the ground. The little fox let out a cry and quickly grabbed Wang Qi's hair with its small paws. Wang Qi's scalp tightened, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Blinking, he asked, "Senior Brother, just tell me, what is this treasure?"

Xuan Kong didn't rush to answer, just held the treasure bead in his palm, examining it from all angles, his eyes rolling as if he was plotting something. Wang Qi reached out to take his treasure bead, and Xuan Kong came back to his senses, pulling his hand back.

He smiled and said, "Good junior brother, let me tell you the story of this turtle treasure!"

Wang Qi, seeing his treasure bead in Xuan Kong's hand, also wanted to know the background of this money-losing item, so he fetched a chair for Xuan Kong to sit on, and he and Wang Jun listened attentively.

Xuan Kong said, "If my guess is correct, your ancestor in Lin Tao acquired this treasure bead from a family surnamed Feng, right?"

Wang Qi was surprised and said, "It seems that the poor family had this surname."

Xuan Kong smiled, patted Wang Qi on the shoulder, and said, "Then there's no problem. This should be the turtle treasure that the ancestors of the Feng family obtained from the Eight Great Kings of the Tao River." He continued, "This turtle treasure is destined to be connected to my disciple, and it also has a connection with his immortal sword."

Wang Qi broke out in a cold sweat, sensing that things were not good.

Xuan Kong continued, "My sword was won from a bet with the Green Child of Weiyu Mountain. At that time, he told me a story. About a hundred years ago, the Green Child hosted a banquet. During the feast, there was a rough man who drank the most and finally left the mountain drunk."

But telling a story alone is the most boring.

A good story needs not only a good storyteller but also the audience's response.

Wang Qi was a good listener, constantly asking, "Then what happened?" Xuan Kong smiled slightly and continued, "That rough man called himself the Eight Great Kings, originally a thousand-year-old turtle spirit from the Tao River. After drinking too much immortal wine at the Green Child's place, he transformed into his original form and fell asleep on his way back."

Wang Jun said, "My father also said that drinking can lead to trouble, so it's best to drink less."

Xuan Kong shook his head and said, "The Eight Great Kings is a spirit, and no matter how much ordinary wine he drinks, he wouldn't get drunk. But the Green Child is a leader among the thirty-six grotto-heavens and seventy-two blessed lands, and the wine he brews is the immortal wine of the three realms."

"It's not something a thousand-year-old spirit like the Eight Great Kings can enjoy. After transforming into his original form, he was captured by nearby fishermen. They were about to sell him for meat when he was saved by the ancestor of the Feng family. After the Eight Great Kings sobered up, he remembered the kindness and specially transformed into a human to find Feng Sheng..."

Wang Qi sneered, "On the mountain, Master always said that those not of our kind must have ulterior motives. I guess the Eight Great Kings must have harbored resentment and wanted to cause trouble for Feng Sheng?"

Xuan Kong's heart skipped a beat. He had been living in the back mountain and didn't know how the old Taoist taught his disciples. But he didn't expect that the One-Eyebrowed Taoist was also influenced by the secular world, teaching the Laoshan disciples to oppose and kill demons and spirits.

This was not good.

But he couldn't immediately explain why it was bad, so he just smiled and said, "Junior brother, you guessed wrong. The Eight Great Kings came to thank Feng Sheng for saving his life. He treated Feng Sheng to a meal of rice wine and, while drunk, spat out his life-bound turtle treasure and gave it to Feng Sheng."

"Is that life-bound turtle treasure this bead?" Wang Qi gasped, realizing that he had been blind, not recognizing the spiritual treasure right in front of him.

He smiled flatteringly and reached out to take the turtle treasure from Xuan Kong, but Xuan Kong slapped his hand away and asked, "Do you know what this turtle treasure can do and how to use it?"

Wang Qi shook his head vigorously, and Xuan Kong smiled, "This turtle treasure is implanted in the body and can enhance vision. Wherever there are jewels, even if they are buried deep underground, it can detect them. Moreover, it is the essence of the Eight Great Kings' thousand years of cultivation, and possessing it will grant the knowledge and insights accumulated over a thousand years, making it most suitable for new disciples."

Wang Qi tugged at Xuan Kong's sleeve, flattering him, "Senior Brother, I am a new disciple, the most suitable to use it!"

Xuan Kong ignored his pretense of being a new disciple, chuckled a few times, and teased, "Speaking of new disciples, my newly recruited disciple is also surnamed Wang, and he and you, Wang Qi, are from the same family five hundred years ago. You are his direct senior, so shouldn't you show some consideration?"

Wang Qi's cold sweat finally flowed down his forehead, thinking to himself, "Not good, my senior brother is a seasoned thief. My family's inherited spiritual treasure, once in his hands, will be hard to get back."

Xuan Kong chuckled, his eyes sizing up Wang Qi.

Apart from this turtle treasure, which was a decent treasure, what other mundane items could match the status of Xuan Kong's senior disciple? Well, well, even if my disciple suffers a bit, I'll take this unsold 'junk' from Wang Qi's family as a gift. Anyway, no matter what, Xuan Kong was determined that once a good treasure was in his hands, it would never be returned.