Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The first rays of the morning sun did not directly shine into the shop. It was as dim as dusk and the decorations inside were somewhat old, giving off an ancient feeling.    

After entering, no one came out to greet Ye Feng.    

He was so relaxed that he casually sized up the items displayed inside. There were all kinds of maps.    

There were beast skins, paper, wood carvings, crystals, all sorts of things. It seemed like … He had come to the right place.    

After a while, Ye Feng who was nodding slightly slowly walked towards the counter.    

As soon as he entered the shop, he could feel it. Behind the dark counter, there was only one person alive. An old man was carefully making a map with his head lowered.    

The old man was quite old, and his face was covered with wrinkles. However, his fingers that tightly gripped the brush were steady and powerful. With every stroke of his brush, clear lines would form in his hand.    

To be able to create a map so clearly in such a dark environment, Ye Feng felt that he was not an ordinary person.    

"Old sir, can you give me a detailed Demon God Mountain Range map?" Walking in front of the counter, Ye Feng asked politely as he looked at the old face that was fully focused on creating the map.    

No one answered him.    

The old man seemed to be immersed in his own world. He neither lifted his head nor uttered a single word.    

Seeing that, Ye Feng's face had a look of helplessness, no wonder the other shops all had good business, only this shop took up such a big area yet was deserted, the shop owner, did not seem like a business owner.    

If no one cared, why would they stay here? He hesitated for a moment and was about to leave when, at this moment, he seemed to have finished creating the map. An old, hoarse voice came from behind the counter.    

"You want to buy a map of Demon God Mountain Range? Young man, Demonic Beast s move about unhindered within the mountain range. If you go in ten of them, there will be at least eight corpses remaining, and this is not an interesting place. This old man would advise you to quickly leave … "    

"…" Ye Feng was speechless.    

He just wanted to buy a map, and the shopkeeper wanted to tell him to leave?    

Did he just do business like that?    

"Sorry... You have a map, so you can just sell it to me. As for the other things, I will decide for myself. " Ye Feng replied solemnly.    

"If that's the case, then this old man won't say much. All the maps are on the counter. Choose for yourself."    

The old man continued to lower his head without a care, he did not have any intention of standing up to greet Ye Feng or introduce him.    

Towards this weird-looking old shopkeeper, Ye Feng felt a little more curiosity in his heart. After carefully sizing him up a bit, he slightly furrowed his brows, and a trace of seriousness flashed in the depths of Ye Feng's eyes.    

Although he was unable to ascertain the cultivation level of the man, but Ye Feng felt that the old man had Ninth Level of Void Stage of at least the level of his Ninth Level of Void Stage, and that the thickness of his spirit energy was comparable to that of his Half-Step King Stage.    

It was also because of Ye Feng's tyrannical mental power that he was able to sense it.    

A Ninth Level of Void Stage Martial Cultivator opened a mysterious map shop in this town? This was truly strange … Could it be that this old man wanted to live in seclusion and become a hermit?    

Although it had been a long time since a large scale beast tide had erupted, even if they had to retire, no one would choose this kind of place.    

An ordinary hermit would find a famous mountain or river with a high concentration of heaven and earth origin energy and open up a cave.    

This mysterious old man was willing to be a painter in this small town that lacked vitality, this made Ye Feng a little puzzled.    

Forget it, he might have some sort of special hobby.    

As long as it was not to intercept his Devil Sect Martial Cultivator.    

Ye Feng did not sense the existence of Devil Qi from the old man's body, and when he saw the old man lower his head and begin to draw the map, he did not bring trouble on him. Instead, he turned around and continued to search the wide shop area for items that suited him.    

Picking up a map that showed the periphery of the Demon God Mountain Range, Ye Feng looked at it with interest. The clear lines and marks on the map made him very satisfied.    

He held it in his hand and searched for maps of the outer and even central regions. After looking at it for a while, he still could not find any maps of the inner and core regions.    

Regarding this, Ye Feng couldn't help but crease his brow. He turned and walked to a very old looking wooden shelf in the corner of the shop.    

This bookshelf that was already completely empty emitted a trace of the aura of rotten wood. It was obvious that it had been around for quite some time.    

There were layers of old drawings on it. Many parts of these diagrams had already been broken and cracked. Some of them were like failed products, incomplete and incomplete.    

His hand casually flipped through the yellowed maps, and a faint musty smell assaulted his nose, causing Ye Feng to immediately frown.    

He was about to turn around and leave when a piece of map dropped from the shelf. He bent down to pick up the pile of map fragments. He didn't pay much attention to it and was about to put it back in place.    

Suddenly, a palm-sized, tattered picture appeared on the moldy map.    

"Hmm? "This is …"    

The palm-sized map gave off a faint flash of golden light, which attracted Ye Feng's attention.    

But right at this moment, Succubus Huan Wu, who should have been deep in sleep within the Nine Extreme Heavenly Stele, suddenly spoke out a reminder, startling Ye Feng.    

"Little brother, you have to get this map. I never thought that after so many years, you would actually … You found it... "Fragment..."    

"Fragment?" "What fragment is this map fragment?"    

Ye Feng asked with some doubt, but he did not receive a reply. He held the pile of map fragments in his hands, and looked down at the palm sized fragment below him.    

The good thing that Succubus Huan Wu was talking about, however, no matter how Ye Feng tried, he could not see through it. His mental energy was immersed within it, and it was like an ordinary paper book, other than the twisted mysterious lines and the extremely strong musty smell, he did not discover anything else.    

However, Succubus Huan Wu was a Spiritual Demon who had lived for tens of thousands of years.    

Suppressing the curiosity in his heart, he took the thick pile of broken pictures and walked towards the old man behind the counter who seemed to have finished making the pictures and stood up.    

The mysterious old man's attitude remained indifferent.    

Ye Feng looked at him, his expression uncertain. However, since he had a request, he could only put down the few maps he had taken a look at and the broken pictures at the end, and asked: "Old sir, I want all of these, name a price.    

If he were to offer to buy the map fragment alone, this kind of strange action would definitely attract the attention of the mysterious old man.    

Although Ye Feng did not know what was recorded in the fragment, and it could possibly alert the mysterious Succubus Huan Wu, he guessed that it was not an ordinary object.    

There were specializations in the arts.    

He could not see through it, but this was what the mysterious old man was doing. If he could see through it with such a clear point of view, it would not be beautiful at all.    

As a result, Ye Feng could only purchase all of the mucky and fragmented maps that had been sent to him by Yun Che.