Meng Lei asked again, “What happened after that?”
“After that, over the course of time, the treasure-seeking trend gradually died down, and no one paid any more attention to the Meteor Plains,” answered Ol’ Amos.
“So, that’s the history of Meteor Plains,” muttered Meng Lei to himself.
Then, he looked at the parchment in his hand again. “So, this parchment manuscript is a map of Meteor Plains?”
“Yes! During my time, exploring Meteor Plains was something very trendy. How did that saying go again... ‘You can’t call yourself an expert if you’ve never been to the Meteor Plains’?”
Ol’ Amos nodded and said with a smile, “It was exactly because of that that maps of Meteor Plains were everywhere. Even a Meteor Plains map bought from a roadside peddler would be way more detailed than the one depicted on that parchment manuscript in front of you.”
“Sigh! So, after all has been said and done, this is just an ordinary map. And here I’d thought that I’d gotten some kind of impressive treasure!”
Meng Lei was greatly disappointed. A bout of flames burst forth from his palm, and he promptly burned the parchment. Ol’ Amos didn’t stop him, either. He’d explained so much only because he’d found the map familiar to the eye earlier, and not because there really was something unusual about the map.
Burned? So be it, then. No biggie!
As the parchment burned into ashes, a golden sheet of unknown substance dropped out of the parchment and fell onto the ground.
“What’s this?”
When Meng Lei picked it up, he discovered that it was actually a leaf about the size of an infant’s palm. It looked like an elm tree leaf, except golden-yellow throughout. It was full of dense, packed veined patterns and seemed as if it was forged from gold.
“Let me take a look at that!”
Ol’ Amos took the golden leaf from Meng Lei. He held it in his hand and began to inspect it closely, but the more he did, the more astonished he became. “How strange! This thing can actually shut out my spiritual power!?
“This is really weird. I still can’t get through it!
“But that shouldn’t be the case...”
For a brief moment, Ol’ Amos mumbled to himself, failing to make any discovery even after half a day. This greatly surprised him, and he remarked, “This golden leaf looks ordinary, but it’s a unified entity and can completely shut out my spiritual power. I can’t tell what it’s really made out of at all. Even this old man here has no idea what it is!”
“Even you can’t tell what it is, Ol’ President?”
Meng Lei examined the golden leaf closely, his eyes glittering brightly. “Might this be some kind of treasure? Hehe, let’s give it a go right away!”
Meng Lei bit on his finger and broke the skin surface. Then, he dripped a drop of blood onto it.
“What are you doing?” Ol’ Amos was bewildered by Meng Lei’s actions.
“Dripping blood to claim ownership, of course!” Meng Lei smilingly explained, “There is a group of well-read and knowledgeable amazing people in my hometown. After much painstaking efforts and observing innumerable predecessors and almighty masters, they’ve concluded this bit of wisdom—when one is dealing with things they are unfamiliar with or things that are difficult to make an accurate judgment of, dripping blood to claim ownership is the way to go. If you can really successfully claim ownership of it, you’ll strike it big. Even if you can’t, you don’t lose out at all!”
“...”
Ol’ Amos was rather dumbfounded. He criticized, “What kind of weird theory is that? Dripping blood to claim ownership? Do you think this is a divine weap—”
Yet before he could even finish, the blood that had dripped onto the golden leaf was actually absorbed into the leaf, and it vanished without a trace!
“Hahaha! Didn’t I tell you?” Meng Lei was overjoyed. “My hometown kids me not! Kids me not, I say!”
“I’ll be damned...”
Ol’ Amos was dumbstruck!
Chapter 82: The Soul Realm, A White Elephant Divine Weapon
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ol’ Amos’ eyes almost fell out of their sockets as he stared at the drop of blood seeping so strangely into the golden leaf. “I’ll be damned... It really worked?”
In that instant, Ol’ Amos felt as if his entire world had been upturned. Only divine weapons could go through the process of dripping blood to claim ownership, and those that could go through this same process were divine weapons for sure!
But were divine weapons something that easy to come by?
“To think that I, Amos Kroc, have traversed the world unhindered throughout my life. I’d started from humble beginnings, improved by leaps and bounds the whole way, and broke through the Saint Domain realm’s shackles at 58 years old to become the top expert of my time!”
Indignation filled Ol’ Amos’ eyes as he went on. “After that, I even used only a short 1,000 years to attain the Saint Domain realm’s pinnacle and enter the ranks of ultimate top experts in the continent!
“Yet I’ve only ever encountered a single divine weapon in my illustrious lifetime, and that is the Gods-Slaying Spear that killed me. Even so, I’m proud to share in its glory!
“How fortunate am I to be killed by a divine weapon?
“But what about you?”
Ol’ Amos glared at Meng Lei and shouted furiously, “An immature little brat like you has actually encountered divine weapons one after another! Are the gods up there blind?!”
“Admit it, Ol’ President, this is fate!”
Meng Lei snickered and tossed his soft and silky long hair back in a showy manner. “Some people simply aren’t even as blessed as a sheet of paper. Even if they are born with a silver spoon in their mouths, they may
