??Chapter 21: Chapter 21: Black Market
Chapter 21: Chapter 21: Black Market
“Looks like it really is the Underground Night Market!”
Before Wang Zijia could gather his thoughts, the old man had already led him to the entrance of an underground hall.
The old man stopped at the entrance, signaling that they had arrived. Wang Zijia took out ten taels of gold. The old man finally showed a hint of a smile, made a bow to Wang Zijia, then hurriedly left. Wang Zijia stepped into the hall.
Calling it a “hall” might not be entirely accurate. This was a very long tunnel, resembling a subway tunnel from his Previous Life, but it was magnitudes larger than a subway tunnel.
As soon as he entered and saw the huge space, he felt as if he had entered an underground hall.
The ceiling was embedded with various strange crystals, providing dim lighting. The murky light made everything around it seem vague and unclear. Of course, Wang Zijia, who was already at the Innate stage, wasn’t greatly affected, and neither were the monks.
He estimated that perhaps only ordinary people who had accidentally received the news and ca here would have so difficulty. Was this a form of implicit selection chanism?
Many people had set up stalls, making it quite lively. In fact, this place was semi-official. The sect administrators were aware of it, but law enforcent personnel generally didn’t co to inspect.
Compared to the Public Flea Market that the Loose Cultivators in West City visited, this place was smaller in scale, but also more convenient. That’s because no one cared where the goods here ca from, and there were also so items sold here that were not quite conventional.
Of course, if you wanted to buy contraband, it was still not easy. Especially items with traces of blood from Wanyu Sect students, they couldn’t be processed here or else they could be traced.
However, he could find so more secretive and darker circles here, like the exchange etings that didn’t ask about the source of goods.
‘Peak First Grade Magic Weapon, personally refined by a Great Cultivator of the Sacrificial Wine!’
‘Ancestral ruins of a Second-grade low-level magic weapon, price negotiable!’
‘Big sale of Third-grade Fu Treasure!’
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Seeing the signs on each stall, Wang Zijia’s lips couldn’t help but twitch!
A broken sword without any spirit, dare to say that it’s a second-grade magic weapon???
The most exaggerated of all was the Fu Treasure that was brought out. That piece of rough yellow paper can be too hard even for wiping one’s ass, are you serious?
In this semi-Black Market flea market, could there be any Great Cultivator level treasures?
Furthermore, Fu Treasure, I even have a Magic Treasure!
After looking around for a while, Wang Zijia had a general understanding of this place. Generally speaking, most of the goods were things needed by children. One also needed to be very discerning.
“What’s the price for talisman paper?” After so ti, Wang Zijia chose a talisman stall and asked.
The stall owner, like Wang Zijia, wore a black bamboo hat. He took a look at Wang Zijia and said, “Four for one magic money.”
‘That’s a good price!’
Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows and imdiately asked, “Do you buy back?”
“Seven for one magic money.” The stall owner said indifferently.
‘That’s too outrageous!’
Wang Zijia didn’t say another word, turned around, and left.
After strolling through the flea market for a while and asking at several stalls, he found that most of them were buying talisman paper at a rate of six or seven pieces per one magic money, which was much darker than the five at the Wanyu Sect store.
However, setting up a stall here was profitable, at four for one magic money.
But there weren’t too many Loose Cultivator Symbol Masters, so there weren’t many people buying talisman paper either. Most people were buying talismans. Those who needed to buy talisman paper were buying one magic money at a ti, and so even wanted to buy one or two pieces and pay with gold.
If Wang Zijia were to deal with talisman paper like this, the efficiency would be too low, which would seriously affect his cultivation progress.
Eventually, he had visited half of the stalls and found a stall owner that seed relatively good from the surface.
The stall owner was a middle-aged man who looked a bit wealthy, so he couldn’t see clearly through his bamboo hat.
He was one of the most professional among the many talisman stalls, and he might even be a low-level talisman maker. Because he didn’t sell talisman paper on his stall.
“Do you accept long-term recycle of talisman paper?” Wang Zijia went straight to the the.
The man’s eyes brightened at these words, and he said, “Deal!”
“At what price?” Wang Zijia asked, his tone completely steady.
The man eyed Wang Zijia for a mont before finally saying, “35 cards for 6 Magic Coins.”
Compared to the rest, he was the most reasonable, but there was room for more negotiation, especially considering this could beco a long-term deal!
Wang Zijia started haggling with him right away. After so back and forth, he managed to sell the 32 cards in his pocket for 6 Magic Coins. It was slightly cheaper than selling to the sect, but he couldn’t afford to sell to the store at this ti.
At least until he attained his Spiritual Roots, he couldn’t be so high-profile.
The reason he managed to negotiate this price was because the man had seen him admit to making the talisman cards himself, and agreed verbally to buy from him at this price in the future.
He could basically confirm that this man was either a Talisman Master, or was trying to understand how to make talisman cards.
After selling the talisman cards, Wang Zijia felt the seven Magic Coins in his pocket and exhaled deeply.
This marked the end of his days living on a salary. With this transaction, he’d finally found a way to increase his revenue!
The pressing problem of the fiscal deficit was finally alleviated.
He didn’t leave imdiately but hung around for a while, getting familiar with the place. He compared low-level spiritual materials with those in the store, noting the price differences and gaining all sorts of useful (and useless) knowledge.
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After a long while, Wang Zijia felt it was about ti to leave. When he reached the street, it was already late at night.
He went ho, changed his clothes, and set out again to begin his night’s hunt.
This was the third night of the unrest, and the surrounding fights had noticeably diminished. But just because the fighting was lessening did not an that the pollution had been completely cleared. On the contrary, it was just the beginning.
How could the curse left behind by a demon at the peak of the ‘Sacrificial Wine’ stage, nearly reaching the ‘Perfected Human’ stage, end so easily?
The reason for the decreased commotion was that those who had gone mad on the day of the crisis had pretty much all been found.
But those who had been driven insane or strayed from their path due to the pollution, becoming evil cultivators, were far from all being discovered.
They had entered a dormant period.
If the city wanted to return to peace, these evildoers had to be purged. If not, like a malignant tumor, the problem would just get worse and worse, even to the point where new demons like the ones on that day might erge.
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Once again, Wang Zijia beca a shadow, quickly going street to street, with the qi in his body acting like a radar as it scouted for lurking polluted sinners.
If he detected no danger, he quietly moved in. If he detected danger, he caused a disturbance and withdrew.
When he happened upon a fight, he secretly watched, to see if there was a chance to swoop in and grab a ‘bargain’.
Because his True Qi had been polluted and purified several tis, making it increasingly strange, Wang Zijia attempted to extract the ‘sinner’ without absorbing them imdiately. He thought he could take the bodies ho and extract them there, thinking it would be safer and that the opportunity to steal corpses from the Law Enforcent Team might arise. But unfortunately, the attempt failed.
That night, he noticed sothing odd: the Law Enforcent Team no longer left the polluted corpses for the City Guard to deal with, like they did the first two nights. At least one disciple was watching over them and handling the aftermath, as though they were afraid of people stealing the bodies.
This discovery made Wang Zijia absolutely speechless!
As a result, he didn’t manage to pilfer any corpses all night. He only defeated two crazy n and obtained 83 points worth of stuff, all of which he converted into cultivation, giving him almost 200 years’ worth of Innate True Qi.
Although his Qi beca much purer, there were no tangible changes.
Cultivation: Innate (184/?)
Art Technique: Hidden Shadow
Martial Art: Dragon Short Knife Nineteen Slash
Magic Technique: Talisman Paper Making Technique (minor accomplishnt 516/1000)
After searching until the early hours of the morning, Wang Zijia returned to his bedroom and quietly went to sleep.
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