One Person: I, the Dragon Tiger Stall King! I Won!

10: Giving mung beans to a lame man will blind me?In the early morning, the mountain wind was cool, carrying the unique fresh scent of the mountains, yet it could not dispel the gloom in Zhang Xuanyi’s heart.

He squatted under the eaves of the woodshed, his gaze fixed on the only two remaining “heavenly eye mung beans” on the tattered cloth stall, his brows tightly furrowed, his eyes filled with worry and contemplation.

Last night’s chaos was still vivid in his mind; Zhao Sanpao had forcibly consumed the “Pseudo-Three Caverns True Qi Liquid.” Although he didn’t die on the spot, his meridians were damaged, leaving him extremely weak and requiring three days of rest to recover.

At this moment, the system’s cold notification sound mercilessly rang in his mind: “New mission issued: Have an ordinary person defeat an Innate Anomalous Being. Reward: 200 spirit coins, unlock ‘Proto-Spirit Vision’.”

This mission was like a huge boulder, pressing heavily on Zhang Xuanyi’s heart.

Have an ordinary person defeat an Innate Anomalous Being?

This was simply a fantasy!

The gap between an Innate Anomalous Being and an ordinary person was like an unbridgeable chasm; ordinary people were as fragile as ants before an Innate Anomalous Being.

Unless… his gaze slowly fell upon Crippled Chen, who was sunbathing in the corner of the courtyard.

Crippled Chen was a lame folk Warlock, and although he was crippled, his will was extremely tenacious.

Moreover, the resonance of the photocopy yellow paper still lingered in his body, perhaps allowing him to use this power to stimulate his potential in a short time.

However, sending him to participate in the battle would be tantamount to pushing him into the abyss of death.

Zhang Xuanyi was deeply conflicted, knowing the risks involved; every decision could be a matter of life or death for Crippled Chen.

Just as he was hesitating, the woodshed door was gently pushed open, and Su Qingzhu slipped inside.

Her expression was somewhat solemn, and she whispered, “I found out that someone in the black market is offering a reward for the ‘photocopy yellow paper’ formula. The buyer’s codename is ‘Blood Eye.’ This ‘Blood Eye’ is extremely cruel; he once disemboweled three Talisman Cultivators alive, gouging out their eyes to refine talismans.”

Zhang Xuanyi’s heart jolted violently, and an ominous premonition surged within him.

He immediately pulled out the system log and carefully checked the source of the “heavenly eye mung beans.” It clearly stated “Wanfa Pavilion remnant formula.”

And “Blood Eye” was the legendary codename for the guardian of Wanfa Pavilion who had his eyes gouged out when the pavilion was destroyed three hundred years ago.

He suddenly realized that someone had already set their sights on the “eye-opening” essence of the “heavenly eye mung beans”!

A chill rose from Zhang Xuanyi’s feet; he realized that things had become increasingly complicated.

If “Blood Eye” learned of the existence of the “heavenly eye mung beans,” he would undoubtedly seize them by any means necessary.

And now, these two mung beans in his hand had undoubtedly become a huge hidden danger.

That night, the sky was as dark as ink, and a mysterious aura permeated the mountain forest.

Under the cover of night, Zhang Xuanyi quietly came to Crippled Chen’s dwelling.

He slipped a “heavenly eye mung beans” into the herbal pouch Crippled Chen had brought, then whispered, “If anyone comes to snatch your daughter, swallow it, and then… remember, don’t look at the moves, look at the ‘void’.”

Crippled Chen nodded blankly, and before he could ask more, a putrid scent suddenly wafted from deep within the mountain forest.

The putrid scent was pungent and foul, as if emanating from hell itself.

Immediately after, a blood mist snaked its way over, and a figure was vaguely visible within the blood mist.

This person wore a bronze judge’s mask, and all five fingers of his right hand were wrapped in talisman paper, dripping black blood.

Cui Jiu appeared, his voice as grating as sandpaper on bone: “Zhang Xuanyi! Hand over the mung bean formula! I only want the method of restoring sight!” As soon as his voice fell, he suddenly flipped his palm, and three “Vein Burning Talismans” shot out.

The three talisman fires, like twisted fire snakes, were vivid and alive, carrying a scorching aura, heading straight for where Crippled Chen and his daughter were hiding.