I have a city in another world

Chapter 6852 The Stall Owner's Shock

As Tang Zhen was leaving, the white-haired stall owner suddenly spoke up, asking if he needed a talisman.

Tang Zhen shook his head, indicating that it was not necessary.

These amulets are no ordinary items; they are connected to a law of cause and effect. Although he could easily resolve or eliminate them with his methods, it's better to avoid trouble.

If you get targeted by the other party, it will definitely take a lot of effort to get rid of them, which is just asking for trouble.

Upon hearing Tang Zhen's refusal, the white-haired stall owner showed a hint of regret.

He could tell that Tang Zhen was a cultivator, and his strength and realm should be quite high. He hoped to take this opportunity to establish a connection with him.

The greater the causal relationship, the greater the potential benefits; effort and reward are always directly proportional.

The stall owner wasn't afraid of Tang Zhen's strength; the stronger the better. Once the talisman was activated and the target's life was saved, the rewards from the rules would come pouring in.

In the myriad realms, there exist numerous deities, each with their own rules and paths.

It is absolutely impossible for two deities to cultivate the same divine rules. At most, they may appear similar on the surface, but their core principles are different.

Don't be surprised if you see a demigod doing something strange.

What may seem like absurd behavior may contain some kind of truth, but it is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Perhaps one day in the future, there will be a new rule in the world, which may apply to a certain plane of existence, or it may be universal.

The path to becoming a deity is never smooth sailing; it requires continuous accumulation.

No longer wanting to argue with the stall owner, Tang Zhen decisively turned and left; he still had many things to do.

The stall owner stopped carving, turned to look at Tang Zhen's back, and revealed a thoughtful expression.

After a moment of contemplation, he looked at the broken bones in his hand and continued to repeat his previous work.

Occasionally, when passersby ask him questions, he will respond without looking up, but his work never stops.

At one point, the dominoes that were about to be carved were suddenly scratched by his hand.

Fine marks, as thin as a hair, can be removed with a gentle polish, but in the stall owner's eyes, they are irreparable mistakes.

Sure enough, the cracks in the dominoes suddenly deepened in the next moment, and then they exploded into a pile of fragments.

Then it turned into dust, then into a cloud of smoke, which rose and then disappeared without a trace.

The stall owner, expressionless, watched the dominoes play silently, and after a moment let out a soft sigh.

"The amulet carving will fail only if the established rules are disrupted; the entire process is irreversible."

Who exactly is that young man? Why would simply wanting to connect with him result in such a severe backlash from the rules?

At this moment, the stall owner tried to recall the details of his contact with Tang Zhen, but found that many details had become blurred.

"Huh, how could this be?"

The white-haired stall owner was extremely shocked, never expecting this to happen, and also realized that he had underestimated Tang Zhen.

That smiling, composed young man is probably more extraordinary than you might imagine.

The stall owner, whose mind was as still as an ancient well, suddenly became interested and wanted to find out about Tang Zhen's background.

Halfway through the deduction, the stall owner's expression changed drastically, and his hair became increasingly pale and dry.

However, in the blink of an eye, his face was covered with wrinkles, as if he had aged decades in an instant.

He quickly circulated his internal energy to forcefully suppress the abnormality within his body, and it took him quite a while to return to normal.

At this moment, thoughts related to Tang Zhen kept flashing through his mind, and his originally calm state of mind was suddenly stirred up because of this matter.

At that moment, the stall owner had a feeling that if he became involved with Tang Zhen, he would inevitably encounter great danger.

However, fortune and misfortune are intertwined; risk is accompanied by opportunity, though it requires taking risks to seize it. The stall owner's changing expression clearly indicated that he was making a decision about whether or not to grasp this opportunity.

Nearby tourists and passersby saw the owner suddenly stand up and then wave his hand.

The amulets on the stall simultaneously burst forth with dazzling light, then floated up and surrounded the stall owner.

The originally ordinary amulet now exudes a powerful spiritual aura, clearly indicating that it is a precious treasure.

Those tourists who had previously intended to buy but gave up for various reasons couldn't help but feel regretful at this moment.

If you had been more decisive and bought the amulet, it would have been like finding a great bargain.

However, at this moment, no one dared to approach the stall; the terrifying pressure was suffocating.

The nearby cultivators were equally astonished, staring in disbelief at the white-haired stall owner.

No one expected that this low-key and stubborn old man was actually a powerful high-level cultivator.

Many people secretly pondered whether they had offended the stall owner and prayed that they would not suffer retaliation.

Dealing with such a powerful cultivator would be as easy as crushing an ant.

Under everyone's gaze, the white-haired stall owner chuckled and then gently beckoned with his hand.

The amulet, like a feather, adhered to his robe, occasionally flashing with light and runes.

With a loud laugh, the old man vanished in a flash.

The organizers who were stationed nearby immediately reported the matter, not daring to delay in the slightest.

The white-haired stall owner is an omniscient figure discovered by the organization. He knows many secrets about Oren City, big and small, and has helped the organization amass a great fortune over the years.

Several members of the organization suggested kidnapping and imprisoning the white-haired stall owner, placing him in a secluded location to prevent him from being seized and controlled by other organizations.

Unlike now, when you need to go all the way to the white-haired stall owner to get some answers to questions, you no longer need to.

It is said that this procedure was requested by the white-haired stall owner, but the reason is unknown.

The suggestion to arrest the white-haired stall owner has been repeatedly rejected, and the current situation remains unchanged.

Many people have been puzzled by this decision, but do not know why.

But this time, the answer is already known.

The stall owner's cultivation level is among the best in Moron City. If he were to take action against the organization, probably no one would survive.

The leader of the organization must have known about this, which is why he didn't force the stall owner. Otherwise, given the other party's cunning and greed, how could he have made such a basic mistake and left such a huge loophole for his competitor?

Unfortunately, starting today, the white-haired stall owner will no longer be seen in the trading square of this tourist attraction.

Many nearby merchants were filled with regret at this moment. If they had known the old man's identity earlier, they would have bought a few amulets no matter what.

Keeping it for your own use or selling it to someone else is a perfectly good thing.

However, opportunities are always a two-way street; you can't just get what you want.

If it doesn't belong to you, even if it's right in front of you, you'll ultimately miss it.

The frustrated crowd was unaware that the white-haired stall owner's amulet was not something anyone could buy, and that it would also involve rules and cause and effect.

Hoarding a batch and speculating on it to profit from the price difference is wishful thinking.

Some people were greedy and regretful, while others were puzzled and couldn't understand why the stall owner suddenly left.

Some cultivators in the organization suspected that the matter was related to the young man, but when they tried to recall the incident, they found their memories to be hazy and they couldn't remember Tang Zhen's appearance at all.

When other bystanders were asked, they all looked blank and had no recollection of any young man appearing.