The antique door-god painting caught Xiao Mu's attention.
However, he was well aware that a real divine spirit could not appear in the mortal realm.
Even the lowest ranked divine spirits, such as hearth spirits and earth spirits, could not enter this realm and would inevitably be repelled by the world.
Despite this, the so-called antique door-god painting still successfully drew his attention.
Would it be possible for it to mutate? And if it did, what type of power would it have?
Xiao Mu couldn't help but speculate.
What he wanted most were Daoist ancient objects, such as the Dharma Bell, Duster, Yin and Yang umbrella, Command Flag, Ruyi, and Money Sword.
But if he couldn't find them, he wouldn't mind settling for the next best thing.
He hurried a few steps and squeezed into the crowd.
The antique door-god painting was sold by an old man with an ancient and decrepit appearance. Looking at his physique, he was at least eighty or ninety years old, skinny and withered. His face was full of shrewdness, yet his small eyes gave off a sleazy vibe as they blinked incessantly.
The so-called door-god painting was just a regular painting, so old that the paper had started to turn yellow.
This was clearly only half of the door-god painting as it only had one figure.
The figure in the painting was the celestial Zhong Kui, it was impossible to guess who the other half was, but it was clear that the matching half was missing.
All things considered, the door-god painting was incomplete.
Despite this, upon seeing the door-god painting, Xiao Mu was slightly startled.
The surface of the incomplete door-god painting was filled with divine light.
A cloud of brilliance enveloped the surface of the painting, at least three inches thick. It was as if a special shield had been implemented, protecting the entire door-god painting.
Apart from this, the figure of Zhong Kui in the painting seemed to be alive, with his eyebrows concealing his anger, his waist hanging a sword, as if he could jump out of the painting at any time.
With surprise, Xiao Mu subconsciously released a strand of divine sense, extending it towards the painting. He wanted to sense the painting carefully.
The next moment, he couldn't help but be shocked.
As soon as his divine sense touched the painting, a weak divine power was immediately released from the painting, completely obliterating his divine sense.
Xiao Mu was surprised, but he soon came to terms with it.
After all, divine power is divine power, exceeding the level of this world.
Although it was just a weak sense, there was no surprise in breaking his divine sense as he had no defence against it.
Xiao Mu was immediately intrigued.
If this door-god painting were to mutate successfully, its power would be extraordinary.
After all, it already possessed a weak divine power. Regardless of the quantity, its nature alone, transcending the level of this world, was not to be underestimated.
"This door-god painting is about to mutate. It's worth buying, but the price is too high. Would you sell it for fifteen energy fruits? If so, I'll take it now."
A gaunt man with transparent wings took a keen interest in the door-god painting.
The sleazy old man selling the painting smirked contemptuously, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, "Fifteen? Why don't you rob me? It's twenty. Take it or leave it. If you're not buying, don't waste my time."
"With your attitude, you'll never sell it."
The gaunt man was annoyed by the sleazy old man's unpleasant attitude.
"Can't sell it? Do you dare to bet with me? The loser pays the winner five energy fruits."
The sleazy old man's voice was sharp, and he surprisingly jumped up and grabbed the gaunt man's clothing, looking unrelenting.
"Crazy!"
The gaunt man pulled free from his clothing, turned around and left without any attachment.
"Spit! Disrupting my business!"
The sleazy old man spat a lump of thick phlegm at the ground angrily.
"Boss, would you sell it for thirteen?"
A woman shrouded in grey fog made an even lower offer.
"Scram!"
The sleazy old man cursed loudly.
"What an attitude!"
The woman shrouded in grey fog looked sullen and left as well.
A few more people made offers after that, but the highest offer was only fifteen.
The sleazy old man considered these offers too low and angrily drove the customers away one by one.
Seeing the unpleasant attitude of the sleazy old man, the rest of the onlookers slowly moved away.
As a result, the area in front of the sleazy old man's stall quickly emptied out.
Seeing this, the sleazy old man finally became anxious and started yelling loudly in an attempt to bring back customers.
Unfortunately, most customers at the Divine Ghost Pavilion knew about the sleazy old man's bad attitude, so regardless of how much he yelled, nobody paid any attention to him.
Some even rolled their eyes at him and mocked him openly, "Keep it for your soup!"
"It's not a fully mutated item and can't be used immediately. Why should I take your bullshit just for the sake of having it? Get lost, or don't blame me for being rude!"
"You didn't want to sell it to me just now, so I'm not selling it to you now. Get lost!"
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Being rejected everywhere made the sleazy old man sweat profusely.
He had a feeling that he really wouldn't be able to sell his door-god painting at all.
Wiping his sweat, the sleazy old man looked around.
In a glance, he saw Xiao Mu, who had always remained close to the stall without leaving. The sleazy old man's murky eyes suddenly brightened.
"Hehe!"
The sleazy old man's face broke into a chrysanthemum-like grin. Combined with the murky eyes hidden beneath his bushy brows, his facial expression seemed even more creepy. "Young man, don't you want to buy this door-god painting?"
"Twelve energy fruits."
Xiao Mu indifferently named his price.
"Why don't you go die?"
The sleazy old man hopped around furiously, his forehead's veins popping out a good few inches.
"Take it or leave it."
Xiao Mu replied coldly and turned around to leave.
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