(True to my word, the update is early today~)
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Chapter 290 [Black Market Black Sche] (6000)
"The big sword is impossible, it’ll never be a big sword in this life."
Chen Yan declared himself to be a man of integrity!
However, Chen Yan soon realized he might have misunderstood Yun Zhao’s intention.
Yun Zhao pulled Chen Yan along, bypassing two streets, and then through a narrow alley.
The intersection was secluded, with significantly fewer pedestrians than the streets outside.
As they walked into the alley, Chen Yan clearly saw several cultivators in tight attire lingering around the entrance, standing in threes and fives, seemingly relaxed but actually vigilant. Their eyes appeared casual, yet they scanned everywhere.
The number of pedestrians on this path was already sparse, but as soon as soone approached the alley entrance, a few gazes would imdiately lock on them with scrutiny.
If an ordinary person approached, they would be driven away by fierce stares.
If a cultivator entered, soone would imdiately co up to inquire.
As Chen Yan followed Yun Zhao over, the gazes rely swept over them and quickly moved away.
"I’ve been here before, they recognize ."
Yun Zhao walked with his head held high, a hint of pride on his face as he led Chen Yan into the alley.
Tall walls rose on both sides, making the alley appear even narrower. After walking about a hundred ters, the space suddenly opened up into an expanse resembling a large canopy of buildings.
This building appeared vast with only one level, yet covering a large area.
On top of the buildings, corners were equipped with watchtowers, obviously with people inside on alert and guarding.
At the entrance, the gates were wide open. Just as the two arrived, soone ca forward, seemingly to greet, but actually blocking the way.
The two blocking the way were dressed in Ghost Race attire, both rather short in stature.
Ghost Race People mostly had this appearance: dark skin, thick joints, a smaller and thinner body compared to Northern folks, yet actually strong.
One of them surprisingly recognized Yun Zhao, nodded with a smile, and spoke in a slightly clumsy Domain Realm common language, "The esteed guest is here again."
Yun Zhao waved his hand, "I brought a friend to have a look."
He raised his eyebrows, "What, do I have to pay the entrance fee again?"
"You’re a returning guest, no need to pay the entrance fee again today. However, your friend here..." The speaking Ghost Race person glanced at Chen Yan.
Yun Zhao casually took out a Jade Coin and tossed it over. The person accepted it with both hands, the smile on his face broadening, "Please, both of you... By the way, in half an hour, the basent level will open with good items on display. If you’re interested, you might want to take a look, though... there’s a ten coin deposit for that."
Hearing these words, Chen Yan roughly guessed the gist of it.
He went inside with Yun Zhao, while Liang remained outside, finding a shady spot against the wall, folding his arms and closing his eyes to rest.
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Upon approaching the door, a cacophony of voices greeted them, not because people inside liked to shout, but due to the building’s structure, sounds were amplified within the space.
What made Chen Yan feel familiar was that the scene inside sowhat reminded him of visiting a food market in the real world.
Nowadays, urban food markets generally look like this - it’s rare to find open-air markets, they’re usually a large building or canopy.
Inside, the periter was occupied by stalls, while the middle was segnted into various booths.
Although there was a considerable crowd, upon a closer look, none of them were ordinary people; they all appeared as cultivators’ emporium—high-end compared to those stalls seen on the streets outside.
Clearly, this was a place specifically for selling goods used by cultivators.
Thank goodness, it wasn’t about bringing to a big sword.
Chen Yan sighed in relief.
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As Chen Yan strolled around the market, he mostly looked around—he didn’t actually have much money on him.
Yun Zhao, on the other hand, seed like a man of wealth, after all, he was a clan pet of the Black Feather Skylark tribe.
As Yun Zhao walked by, he glanced here, picked there at the stalls.
The items here were several notches above those on the street outside.
The herbs were mainly spiritual dicines, with little to none for ordinary people’s use.
There were even ready-made elixirs—though after observing a couple of stalls, Chen Yan understood there were no high-grade elixirs; just common ones.
Moreover, so elixirs were unlike those available on the market.
For example, the Bone Pill, which Chen Yan often used for treating various injuries.
Yet in the Southern Border, it wasn’t called Bone Pill—the effect was similar, roughly achieving seventy percent of the Bone Pill’s effectiveness, but priced at only half.
It was concocted using several unique herbs native to the Southern Border Ghost Race’s territory.
Particularly an herb called "Ghost Face Grass," which, when its leaves unfurl, show green leaves with a black pattern resembling a ghost’s face.
It’s said that the clearer and deeper the black ghost face’s contour, the more years it’s grown, hence the better the dicinal efficacy.
The healing product made from it is nad "Ghost Blood Pill," with effects similar to Bone Pill.
Chen Yan didn’t buy the ready-made Ghost Blood Pill, but he did follow the recipe and bought several pieces of the raw herb ingredients for the Ghost Blood Pill.
Yun Zhao, noticing this, smiled and said, "Junior Brother Shanhe, are you planning to take these back for alchemy?"
"Just indulging in a whim, it’s a chance to hone my alchemy technique."
After walking for a while, Chen Yan saw a stall nearby and suddenly slowed his steps.
Yun Zhao also unconsciously halted, focused his gaze, and stepped forward.
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