They carefully examined each bizarre weapon, sometimes frowning, sometimes pondering.
"What’s so special about these weapons?"
Curious, Su Changqing approached a weapon stand and picked one up for a closer look.
It was an iron ruler, engraved with patterns of the Dao, ancient in appearance, heavy in hand.
"This iron ruler is called the Celestial Measuring Ruler, Earth Tier low grade, priced at thirty thousand mid-grade spirit stones."
"It’s here on consignment, quality for you to discern. Once sold, no returns or exchanges."
Seeing a visitor, an old man who seemed to be the manager spoke plainly.
"Celestial Measuring Ruler?"
Su Changqing’s mouth twitched, but he looked at the iron ruler, puzzled.
An Earth Tier low-grade weapon, even if unpopular, shouldn’t be this cheap for thirty thousand mid-grade spirit stones.
Su Changqing eyed it suspiciously, but couldn’t determine a thing.
Neither the engraved Dao patterns nor the texture felt like something counterfeit.
"This is treasure gambling."
Noticing Su Changqing’s confusion, the manager explained, "Before refinement, spiritual power cannot be infused into it."
"As for Divine Sense, Secret Skills, Dao techniques...any means that won’t damage the treasure, can be used."
"Treasure gambling’s origin is from the Boundless Sea."
"Along with it, incredible forgery techniques and countless unverifiable Sea Burial Treasures arrived."
"If you’re unsure, young master, it’s best not to buy anything from the fifth floor."
Hearing the explanation, Su Changqing found it amusing, surprised such games existed among cultivators.
Su Changqing pondered for a moment, then looked up, his eyes manifesting two sacred golden wheels as he gazed at the iron ruler.
In an instant, the ruler’s insides and outsides were laid bare, revealing all falsehoods.
Heart Wheel·Breaking Illusion, one of the supreme secret techniques of Buddhism.
It can pierce through all illusions and facades.
As Su Changqing wielded the Heart Wheel, the seemingly ancient ruler appeared to him as mere scrap metal, devoid of any magical quality.
At that moment, not far opposite Su Changqing, a young man of extraordinary poise caught the flash of the golden wheel in Su Changqing’s eyes.
Though not looking intentionally at him, an unsettling feeling of being thoroughly exposed surged within his heart.
The young man’s eyes gleamed subtly, as he discreetly moved closer to Su Changqing.
Su Changqing paid no heed, merely looking at the ruler in hand and shaking his head with amusement.
A cleverly packaged piece of scrap, yet selling for thirty thousand mid-grade spirit stones, truly asking a king’s ransom.
Thinking further, without the Heart Wheel’s method, indeed, he couldn’t see through the scheme here.
"Didn’t expect the Heart Wheel·Breaking Illusion to have such a use."
Su Changqing shook his head, glancing at the numerous weapons on the fifth floor, murmuring to himself,
"Enough, it’s best to pick something and leave, it’s just business, no need to ruin someone’s dealings."
With that thought, Su Changqing ceased looking at other weapons, focusing on clock-type treasures he needed.
Thanks to the Heart Wheel, his scanning was fast, deciding in a glance if it was what he required.
There were many clock-type weapons on the fifth floor, but most were mere decoys.
Soon, Su Changqing had covered most of the pavilion.
Yet, as his eyes casually swept over, a small, worn, rust-covered bronze bell caught his sight.
Instinctively, Su Changqing activated the Heart Wheel Eye technique, not holding much hope initially.
Suddenly, a sparkling golden hue briefly stung his eyes.
Su Changqing’s eyes brightened, reaching out for the bell.
But then, a sound of breaking wind approached.
Su Changqing frowned slightly, a multicolored light flashed underfoot, and his body instantly vanished from where he stood.
Reappearing, he already clasped the bell in his hand.
"You’re late, fellow Daoist."
Su Changqing smiled, then glanced at the manager, "How many spirit stones for this? I’ll take it."
The manager eyed the young man with a gloomy demeanor, showing a difficult expression.
"You’ve already bought it?"
The young man brushed his sleeve, walking forward slowly, his gaze meeting Su Changqing’s calmly:
"If you don’t want to die, put it down."