Please show your spirit to our ancestors

Chapter 198 Wang Shouzu! You have fallen to this level

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Time slipped away quietly for a while.

Before we knew it, the day had arrived when the black market opened.

this day.

Above the sea, in the boundless blue sky, the light seemed to be distorted, and there seemed to be something hidden in it, but it could not be seen clearly.

And in this twisted space that ordinary people cannot see through, there is a transparent sphere hidden. Outside the sphere is a twisted space with colorful light, which looks blurry.

Inside the sphere, there is a floating fairy island about ten miles long.

The fairy island is full of spiritual energy and lush vegetation. According to the terrain, many ancient wooden and stone structures stand tall, which are magnificent and have a fairy-like atmosphere.

In the central position stands a huge and magnificent main building. Its main body is built entirely of spiritual wood and spiritual mineral materials. There are complicated formations arranged inside. The overall structure is majestic and magnificent. The highest point, the Star-Picking Platform, is actually about a mile above the ground.

now.

At the railing of the Star-Picking Terrace, a burly old man in a white robe was standing in the air, overlooking the entire fairy island.

He wore a half-face mask with white silver patterns on his face, and strands of white hair hung down at his sides, swaying slightly in the wind. He looked unrestrained and elegant, with an extraordinary demeanor.

The old man's name is [Tie Chengfeng], also known as [Stingy Tie Shopkeeper]. He is the head of [Xianfang No. 3], and his cultivation is unfathomable. It is said that he has reached the sixth level of the Golden Core Stage, which is almost the limit that can be achieved by some superior Golden Core Methods.

It is precisely for this reason that there are rumors that Tie Chengfeng's apparent identity is just a cover, and that he is actually a talented young man from a certain lineage of the Tianyuan royal family. After all, there are also rumors that the black market that is circulating everywhere is also inextricably linked to the royal family.

However, with Tie Chengfeng's spiritual aptitude, this is basically the end of his rope. Even if he continues to practice, it will be difficult to break through the shackles of the practice method and reach the late stage of the Golden Core - [Purple Mansion Realm].

There is no other way. It is extremely difficult to blaze new trails and make further progress based on the original foundation of the technique. Not everyone can do it.

Qualification, understanding and character are all indispensable.

Among the pioneers and creators of the [Golden Elixir Orthodox Inheritance] that is circulating in this world, which one of them was not a monster with at least second spiritual roots, or even heavenly spiritual roots?

If you want to upgrade the inheritance, the successor must naturally have similar qualifications and understanding. If not, it can only be completed by relying on the relay from generation to generation.

At this moment.

An old man who looked like a manager flew behind Shopkeeper Tie and bowed, saying, "Shopkeeper, our Immortal Shop has completely arrived at the designated location, and the spatial anchoring has been completed. We can open for business at any time."

This steward is the big steward of the black market, known as "Big Steward Meng". His cultivation has reached the early stage of Golden Elixir, but in front of Shopkeeper Tie, he is still cautious and respectful.

"It's almost time. Pass the order to open the market." Tie Zhanggui said calmly.

Ever since he became the shopkeeper of [Xianfang No. 3], he has presided over and experienced countless openings of similar Xianfang businesses, and there have been basically no disturbances. Even if there are occasional troubles caused by some ignorant scoundrels, they will be put down in an instant.

The long period of boredom has made him lose his original passion, leaving only boredom and numbness.

As his words fell.

next moment.

In the four directions of the Xianfang, namely, southeast, northwest, and northeast, a teleportation formation was lit up.

In the rising light of the formation, rays of light seemed to fall from the sky, and in the blink of an eye they turned into human figures that appeared in the teleportation formation.

Among them, in the teleportation array located in the east, three figures appeared after the three rays of light converged.

They all wore robes that covered their entire bodies, and had masks of different styles on their faces. Even their auras were concealed completely by various means. Even if someone familiar met them, it would be difficult to recognize who they were.

This kind of dress is considered the standard for participating in the black market. Basically, all people who participate in the black market dress like this.

It is precisely because this place is anonymous, protects privacy, is mysterious and does not pay taxes that this immortal place is called the "black market" and its reputation is widely spread among cultivators.

"Huh? Is this the black market?" The tallest of the three figures looked around and uttered a young and clear male voice, "I thought the black market would be dimly lit and gloomy, but I didn't expect it to be so beautiful, and comparable to our little paradise..."

Before he could finish his words, a woman's angry shout suddenly rang in his ears.

"Shut up."

"Wu Yongliang, I've told you so many times, if you have anything to say, just send it through your voice!"

The woman's voice belonged to Princess Yun Yi of the Great Wu royal family.

A few years ago, the princess was betrayed by her nephew. In anger, she wanted to settle the score with her nephew, but found that the bastard had slipped away first.

Princess Yun Yi was unwilling to give up. After searching everywhere, she finally pulled the bastard out from under the table in the Crown Prince's study.

Naturally, Wu Yongliang was brutally beaten and then "imprisoned" and educated by her for several years.

This time, the reason they came here was because Wu Yongliang said he wanted to buy the [Soul Condensing Pill] and some rare elixirs on the black market. He also kept saying that if he didn't have these, he would not be able to reach the Nascent Soul stage in the future and it would all be thanks to her, his aunt.

Princess Yun Yi had no choice but to personally escort him to the black market for a tour.

There was no way. Discipline was one thing, but she, Wu Yunyi, could not bear the infamy of killing the future star of the royal family.

Wu Yongliang, who was used to being scolded and beaten by his vicious aunt, didn't care about being scolded. His eyes kept rolling around, trying to find his good brother Chen Xiuyang among the masked people around him, hoping that he would also come to participate in this black market and save him from the dire straits.

“Mr. Wen, please keep an eye on him. Don’t let him leave your sight.” Princess Yun Yi helplessly ordered the other robed man beside her.

My nephew has been beaten so hard by her that he doesn't even feel itchy anymore even though he has too many lice.

"Yes, Your Highness." The old and gentle voice agreed happily.

The black market usually does not welcome Jindan cultivators to enter. After all, once such people show their power in the Immortal House, they will bring immeasurable damage to the Immortal House and seriously disrupt the normal order of the Immortal House.

However, in this world, wherever there are prohibitions, there will be people who violate them.

For the safety of the Wu family's star of hope, Princess Yun Yi did not hesitate to use one of the royal family's secret treasures - the [Imperial Dragon Treasure Pendant], to forcibly suppress Elder Wen's cultivation and aura.

As they were talking, the three of them had already arrived at the east gate of Xianfang.

Under the towering archway, a leader wrapped in a white robe and wearing a black iron mask had been waiting here early.

Seeing three people coming, he politely stretched out his hand to stop them: "Excuse me, each person needs to pay an entrance fee of 100 spirit stones."

His attitude was even somewhat respectful.

The young man just now said that his family also has a small paradise... This undoubtedly shows that the origins of these people are definitely extraordinary.

Each black market token can carry two followers into the black market, but an additional head fee must be paid.

Although Princess Yun Yi was visiting the black market for the first time, she was familiar with the rules. After paying three spirit stone tickets, she walked through the archway and headed into the black market.

Wait until they leave.

The teleportation array in the east began to light up for the second time.

This time, two people were teleported in, and they charged 200 spirit stones for the entrance fee. Then came the third and fourth batches...

These people include the old foundation-building families, Jindan families, powerful independent cultivators, wanted criminals on the blacklist, disciples of sects, cultivators from abroad, and so on... The composition is complex and varied.

At the same time as people continued to enter the east gate, people also continued to enter from the gates in the other three directions.

In the teleportation array in the west, after sending away several groups of monks, three more figures were teleported in from the same group.

The three of them were all wearing black robes that completely concealed their figures, but from their body shapes and some curves, one could still tell that two of them were suspected to be women, while the other one was a man.

They paid the entrance fee in silence, and after walking a long way into the inner square of the black market, one of the women whispered to the man, "Xue Shiba, have you sensed the spiritual power mark of fellow Daoist Xue Jiao?"

Previously, Xue Shiba and Xue Jiao had agreed that they would both enter the black market this time, and both sides would keep in touch secretly so as to keep abreast of the movements of the Abyssal Blood Guardian. Xue Shiba respectfully transmitted his voice: "Master Xue Yuan, I have not yet found the spiritual power mark of Master Xue Jiao."

"No hurry, there are still many people who haven't come in yet." Xue Yuan said to Xue Shiba and the other woman, "Xue Shiba, Xue Twenty, you two should be smarter. I have suppressed my cultivation and it is inconvenient for me to attack. We all have to pretend to be ordinary customers and must not reveal our true identity."

"Yes, Lord Xueyuan." The two responded in unison.

Blood Twenty is one of the most trusted confidants under Blood Garden, but the Blood Soul Sect has always had a strict hierarchy, and low-ranking blood soldiers and blood guards often don't even deserve a number. Only blood deacons can have a number, but they are not qualified to have a code name.

In the long history of the Blood Soul Sect, the same number has been used by countless people, and Blood Eighteen was not called "Blood Eighteen" at the beginning. It was only as his cultivation level improved and there was a vacancy in the number in front of the sect that the number was moved forward.

As for how Xue Yuan suppressed his cultivation and aura to enter the black market, it was very simple.

The fact that the Blood Soul Cult has become a cult that has brought disaster to the entire world and is still rampant today is enough to prove how outstanding their stealth and concealment methods are.

After all, the black market side just doesn't welcome Jindan cultivators to come in, rather than guarding against them strictly and making sure not to let a single Jindan cultivator in.

In fact, even if a Jindan cultivator sneaks in, as long as he doesn't cause any trouble, comes quietly and leaves quietly, the black market will not specifically drive him out.

As groups of people entered the black market from four directions, there were soon hundreds of more people in the black market, and the originally deserted streets in the black market gradually became lively.

"If I were the owner of the black market, I would hold a show at a fixed location every year." Wang Qianqian, who was also dressed in a hooded robe and mask, looked at Chen Jingyun and Zheng Lingyun who were hitching a ride, sighed, and couldn't help muttering to herself, "I calculated that the ticket money from these hundreds of cultivators alone would bring in tens of thousands of spirit stones. If we hold a few more shows, wouldn't we make a fortune?"

"The teleportation array should consume a lot of spirit stones. Maybe the spirit stones we collect can only break even." Zheng Lingyun's voice was filled with obvious excitement.

It was her first time using the teleportation array to teleport.

Even now, when she recalled the scene just now, ripples still appeared in her eyes.

In the Great Wu Kingdom, space teleportation arrays are relatively rare, and even if they exist, they cannot travel very far.

Wang Qianqian, however, looked well-informed and acted quite calmly: "This is just a short-distance directional teleportation. I guess the distance between this black market and the Lai Fu Inn where we are staying is no more than two thousand miles. Teleporting back and forth definitely won't cost that many spirit stones."

"Let's not talk about this for now, let's hurry up. The reason I'm here is to sell some contraband that is inconvenient to sell, and secondly, to buy some materials and treasures that the family needs." Zheng Lingyun looked around and found that the people coming and going were basically all cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

She had never seen so many foundation-building cultivators at once in her entire life, and she became unconsciously tense.

Suddenly, she noticed a white jade square not far away and quickly sent a message to the two of them: "Qianqian, Jingyun, it seems that we can set up a stall over there."

Chen Jingyun carried the Xuanmo Lingjian on his back and went to the White Jade Square with the two of them.

After picking a better spot, Zheng Lingyun casually spread out a piece of spiritual felt and was about to set up the stall, when a white-robed leader from the black market came over and politely reminded them to read the rules posted on the Huabiao next to them: "Everyone, according to the rules of our Xianfang, each stall will be charged 300 spiritual stones per day."

"How much?" Zheng Lingyun was so shocked that her hands holding the felt cloth became stiff.

Even if a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building worked for a whole year, he might not be able to earn so many spirit stones!

Here, you can only set up the stall for one day.

Therefore, this place is really not the kind of place that ordinary foundation-building cultivators can come to.

"Okay, we also need to set up a stall to sell some things. Sister Lingyun, please put the goods on our stall and sell them together... Try to sell them all in one day." Wang Qianqian said in a voice transmission, and then told Chen Jingyun not to just stand there and to set up the stall quickly.

Poor Chen Jingyun had never set up a stall in his entire life and had no idea what to do. After hearing his wife's instructions, he could only pay three hundred spirit stones as per the rules and then gritted his teeth and began to set up the stall clumsily.

After laying out and organizing all the goods, he didn't know what to do. He didn't say a word and just stood there stupidly.

Wang Qianqian's brows twitched as she watched.

Three hundred spirit stones a day, are you just here to enjoy the scenery?
She quickly pushed Chen Jingyun aside and readjusted the position of the goods on the stall so that some good-looking treasures could be seen at a glance. Then she cleared her throat and instantly switched back to her former casual cultivator mode, shouting loudly: "Don't miss it if you pass by. Our stall sells [Top-grade Blood Demon Blade], [Top-grade Spiritual Weapon-level Small Blood Demon Flag], [Blood Demon Gourd], all of which are treasures. Come and have a look~~~"

Her tone is so up and down that people can't help but be attracted by her voice.

This batch of spoils mainly came from Blood Thirty-Three who was killed secretly, and the treasures of Blood Nine that Blood Thirty-Three had collected.

However, during that raid, they obtained the [Tai Yi Geng Jin Zhen Jue] and a batch of supplies used by the Cui family to escape. In order to avoid exposing the fact that the matter was related to the Chen family, the spoils naturally could not be returned to the sect and had to be dealt with privately.

Top-grade Blood Demon Blades were rare even in the Blood Soul Sect, at least Blood Eighteen did not have one, so Wang Qianqian's shouting naturally attracted the attention of many people.

After a while, some people who were suspected to be blood stewards from the Blood Soul Sect, or some evil cultivators on the blacklist who did not discriminate between meat and vegetables, came one after another to inquire about the price.

Wang Qianqian’s price was very high, even a little outrageous. Many evil cultivators who sincerely wanted it couldn’t help but curse after asking the price.

But even so, there were still some evil cultivators who refused to leave and kept pestering and bargaining.

Serious and righteous monks are not interested in these things, and even feel disgusted with them. After buying them, they cannot and dare not use them themselves, and if they exchange them for the sect, they will be worth less than one and a half of three, so they don't even have the interest to take a second look at them.

Therefore, most of those who are lingering in front of the stalls now have questionable identities.

As for these people, Chen Xuanmo, who was in the heroic spirit state, was naturally very happy to help them mark them with purple energy one by one.

After the black market ends, it will be time to harvest them.

These are all walking treasures, sources of merit. It is not easy to dig one out on normal days, but now it is like looking at a menu, you can order as much as you want without any scruples, and then wait for the food to be served.

As the purple air was continuously emitted, Chen Xuanmo couldn't help but secretly sigh that the territory of the Great Wu Kingdom was actually so filthy.

And when Wang Qianqian was setting up a stall in the name of setting up a stall, but was actually fishing.

Among the hooded robes that can be seen everywhere in the White Jade Square, there is a unique existence.

He was a young man with a slender figure, and his appearance and temperament were both top-notch.

Unlike most people in the black market who hide their identities, he was wearing a clean and refreshing young man's suit and didn't even wear a mask on his face.

Behind him, there were two puppets.

Different from the common puppets or jade slaves in the Great Wu Kingdom, these two puppets seemed to be made entirely of metal, with a cold metallic luster on the surface. Their steps were heavy and powerful, like two walking iron towers, and the aura they exuded was also extraordinary.

Beside him, there was a veiled woman with a seductive and charming figure.

Like the young man, she didn't wrap herself up tightly, and at first glance she looked rich and noble.

The skirt she was wearing was made of expensive spiritual brocade fabric and was embroidered with intricate patterns. The edge of her cloak was trimmed with fine spiritual beads, making her look gorgeous and noble.

Even the hairpins on her head, the gold and jade bracelets on her wrists, and the sachet hanging around her waist all looked like extraordinary items, and one could tell at a glance that she was of very rich family background.

The woman glanced at the man coquettishly and said in a voice transmission: "Shou Zu, you are so high-profile, aren't you afraid that these poor monks from Wu will target you and plot against you?"

"It doesn't matter. As long as they are brave enough, they can give it a try." The young man called "Ancestor Guardian" smiled calmly and said in a voice transmission, "I have traced many clues and found that my sister Luo Qian should have drifted to the Kingdom of Wu. With her talent, it won't be a problem for her to reach the Foundation Establishment stage now."

"There is an auction of puppet hearts on the black market this time. Once she learns of this, she will definitely come to participate. I am so high-profile so that she can notice me. As long as she recognizes me, she will come to recognize me, which can save a lot of trouble."

"Didn't you say that she was very young when your family was in trouble? Aren't you afraid that she would have already..."

"No." The young man named "Shou Zu" said confidently, "My sister Luo Qian is a smart girl. She will definitely find a way to survive and successfully cultivate to the foundation-building stage."

Just as they were communicating with each other.

Behind the stall not far away.

Wang Qianqian, who was sitting cross-legged and covered in a robe, was staring at the young man who was walking around the city with his puppet with wide eyes, her eyes full of shock and astonishment.

She looked at the young man, then at the two puppets of extraordinary value, and then at the charming woman who was graceful and attractive but obviously a little older.

The expression on his face became very complicated, and his eyes could not hide the shock and heartache.

Brother Shouzu, I haven’t seen you for decades. How come you are being kept by someone?
This... In order to avenge the family, Brother Shouzu, you have fallen to this point?
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(End of this chapter)