70: Chapter 70: The Strange Knife-Creditor 70: Chapter 70: The Strange Knife-Creditor The next day, Qin Han awoke to find the sun already high in the sky.

When he stepped outside, he encountered an awkward issue: the glistening gold Red Flag HS7 had been driven away by Song Yuwei, and his own two black cars had been driven to the medical hall by Number 3 yesterday.

With Zhang Henian in the medical hall, Qin Han was not particularly worried.

The medical hall was not too far away, so he decided to leisurely walk there.

The market was as noisy as ever.

Qin Han strolled along, contemplating which elixirs to concoct to quickly return to the realm of “Five Qi Towards the Origin,” which Martial Artists referred to as the Celestial Realm.

“To think I can’t see through it, how intriguing.”

A voice suddenly rang in Qin Han’s ears, halting his steps mid-thought.

In such a clamorous market, for someone to precisely project their voice to his ears, the owner of this voice was no ordinary person!

Looking around, Qin Han focused his gaze on a stall—or rather, a piece of tattered cloth, arrayed with a few antique replicas.

Behind it crouched a man with unkempt hair and filthy clothes, his age indiscernible.

The replicas would not normally draw Qin Han’s attention, but next to them lay several kitchen knives and a yellow cardboard with writing on it, which did catch his eyes.

“Kitchen knives, credit only, no sale!”

Crouching down, Qin Han fiddled with the knives and muttered softly, “A peddler of knives on credit?”

“Young man, what did you say?

Are you looking for a kitchen knife, or would you like to buy an antique?” the scruffy man asked languidly.

Qin Han smiled faintly, set down the knife, and replied, “Let’s cut to the chase, you called out to draw me over, didn’t you?”

“Where did that come from, young man?

When did I ever speak?

With so many people in the market, you think it was me who talked?” The scruffy man looked at him as if he were delusional.

Qin Han stood up, gazing into the distance, seemingly talking to himself, “The lineage of knife peddlers is long extinct; how could there still be such a person in this world?

Even if they exist, they are just cowards who dare do but not admit.”

After saying that, he got up and walked away.

“Who are you calling a coward?” the scruffy man stood up and retorted indignantly.

Qin Han ignored him, continuing to walk away.

“Taking over another’s body and acting all enlightened around me?” The scruffy man said more, seeing that Qin Han ignored him.

Qin Han suddenly turned around; before the scruffy man could react, Qin Han had seized the pulse in his right hand, immobilizing him—he hadn’t noticed how Qin Han had moved over!

“I know the skills of your knife peddling lineage, but if you have nothing to say, do not provoke me or challenge my patience!” Qin Han’s tone changed from calm to threatening.

The scruffy man, with his pulse grasped by Qin Han, showed no hint of panic but instead chuckled, “You really don’t know how to joke!”

Without a word, Qin Han tightened his grip on the scruffy man’s pulse.

“Stop, really!

Let go first, then we can talk,” the scruffy man rolled his eyes, encountering such a person who resorts to force without sufficient cause.

“Are you from the southern or northern lineage?” Qin Han eased his grip, asking indifferently.

“You know quite a lot.

Both the northern and southern lineages are extinct; only two of us from the southern lineage remain unscathed,” the scruffy man settled back to the ground with a thump.

“Honestly, I can’t see through your fate.

Your life’s pattern clearly includes two people, yet your soul is only one, peculiar indeed.”

Qin Han was somewhat startled; he had known in his past life about the great skills of the knife peddlers, but he hadn’t expected the scruffy man to discern the condition of his body at a glance.

“If you can’t see through, then stop trying; let’s part ways here!” Qin Han said, no longer desiring to entangle with him, and turned to leave.

Seeing Qin Han about to leave, the scruffy man was not angry; instead, he stood up, randomly grabbed a replica from the stall, and stuffed it into Qin Han’s hands.

“Meeting is fate; I’ll give you an antique!”

Qin Han looked at the imitation in his hand, a ceramic of a Yue girl dancing with a sword.

Both the color and craftsmanship were so poor that it couldn’t even be considered a craft, merely an imitation of an imitation.

Moreover, it was neither new nor old, appearing to be just a few decades old in an awkward state, likely a defective product from an era of reform if not artificially aged.

This item wouldn’t sell in the antique city for even two hundred.

Just as he was about to set it down, he realized that the sloppy man had at some point gathered his worn cloth, packed up, and left, only leaving behind a silhouette stepping in toe-exposing sandals, with a voice echoing once more.

“In two lives as human build the foundation, suspend the pot to save the world in dangerous times.”

“Uncertain fate in the dark universe, remember to treat well the person by your side.”

“Direct verdict by iron mouth, the person that extends the blade!”

As the words ended, the sloppy man had already disappeared into the crowd.

Qin Han was somewhat baffled.

Had this messy man approached him just to give him an imitation and these few sentences?

Shaking his head, Qin Han simply carried the ceramic item and continued towards the medical hall.

What Qin Han didn’t know was that after he left, the sloppy man reemerged from the crowd, but this time right behind Qin Han, murmuring, “Master, the person you mentioned is him, right?

I hope he can stop this catastrophe.”

Zhang Yalin, seeing Qin Han bringing in a ceramic, asked with some surprise, “Where did you dig this up from?”

“That knifeman gave it to me!” Qin Han glanced at Zhang Yalin.

He was still pondering over those phrases spoken by the sloppy man.

The literal meaning was easy to understand, but he felt there was something more.

Casually placing the ceramic on the table, Qin Han sat in the Taishi Chair.

Just as he summoned Yaoyang to his side, he suddenly noticed a faint aura of blood around the ceramic and quickly stood up to study it closely.

“Master?” Yaoyang was puzzled.

What was Qin Han doing?

He had called him over, yet he got up to examine an antique.

“Copy the Compendium of Materia Medica two more times.” After saying that, Qin Han paid no further attention to Yaoyang.

He took the ceramic of the Yue girl dancing with a sword and walked into the inner room.

Yaoyang almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He thought he was about to finish transcribing the Compendium of Materia Medica and expected the master would teach him something different, only to be told to copy it twice more.

Twice!

He hadn’t even finished copying it once in three days, let alone twice.

“Hahaha.” Seeing Yaoyang pursing his lips, Zhang Yalin laughed heartily, taking pleasure in his dismay.

Qin Han, entering the inner room, picked up the ceramic to examine it but found nothing suspicious.

This Yue girl dancing with a sword was just a product of a knockoff factory, devoid of any historical essence, but why was there a faint aura of blood and malevolence around the vessel?

“Clang!”

With one punch, he smashed the ceramic, shattering it into pieces, yet he found nothing inside, not even the rumored secret compartment.

Qin Han didn’t give up; he stomped on it a few more times.

Just as he felt he was making a big deal out of nothing, he heard a crack.

The small sword in the Yue girl’s hand now had several long, narrow cracks.

Qin Han picked it up and shook it, the shattered pieces of the small sword falling away.

A ray of light burst forth, instantly brilliant.