My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 17 Black Market
Zhu Houcong looked up at the sky and thought helplessly.

But... before paying tribute, there is one more important thing to do.

He cast his gaze down the mountain.

The lost Little Aoki Sword Formation must be found before dawn tomorrow——

All the handyman disciples who are on staff have their fate tablets enshrined in the sect’s external affairs hall.

Disciples patrol every day.

You may have been negligent today and did not discover that the spiritual tablets were missing, but someone will definitely come here tomorrow to hold them accountable. If the formation plate is found to be missing, Zhu Houcong himself will definitely be held accountable.

After all, it was Old Man Li who asked Zhu Houcong to help take charge of the Little Mysterious Formation against all opinions.

This formation indeed helped Zhu Houcong survive the most dangerous period.

Due to both emotion and reason, Zhu Houcong could not leave this matter alone.

White Bone Forest Black Market... Guo Scarzi, a seventh-level qi-training monk?
……

On the southwest side of Qingshanfang, there is Baigulin Night Market.

Guarding the door of the butcher shop was a woman with a wrinkled face and gray hair.

Hearing Zhu Houcong's footsteps, he raised his head listlessly.

Only a figure shrouded in a black hat was seen standing in front of him.

"I have some good monster meat here. What would you like, sir?"

"I want ten pounds of fine meat, ten pounds of fat meat, and ten pounds of golden cartilage, all of which are finely chopped to make sauerkraut. You can cut them yourself!"

He heard a deliberately concealed voice that was neither male nor female coming from under the bamboo hat in front of him.

Hearing Zhu Houcong's words, the old woman in front of her suddenly became energetic.

But she was not scared. After looking Zhu Houcong up and down, she confirmed that Zhu Houcong was not old. Her eyes instantly became like looking at a peerless fat sheep. After a moment, she grinned, revealing a mouth full of incomplete yellow teeth.

"Guest, please follow me into the house to pick it up!"

After entering the butcher shop, Zhu Houcong realized that there was something else going on inside.

The old woman in front of her lifted up the floor, revealing a dark tunnel underneath.

"If you want to buy a spiritual beast, whether it's life or death, I won't say that I have everything here. At least in Qingshanfang, there won't be anything more comprehensive than mine."

Zhu Houcong remained silent.

But the old woman didn't get an answer and felt bored. She was speechless along the way. There was an iron door in front of her.

There were two people standing in front of the door, and Zhu Houcong gave them a cursory glance.

Judging from his behavior, he is probably around the middle stage of Qi training.

"The entrance fee is two pieces of spiritual crystal."

The tall and thin man on the left said casually while playing leaf cards with the black-faced man on the right.

Seeing Zhu Houcong take out two blood-stained money bags, he casually took out two pieces of spiritual crystal.

This money bag was naturally found by Zhu Houcong from the two of them.

Not only did he earn back the salary he paid for the previous hire, but there were even 32 spiritual crystals and some elixirs inside, making him a huge fortune.

The man seemed to recognize the identity of the owner of the money bag, his expression changed again and again, he pointed at the old woman next to Zhu Houcong, and said again.

"If she doesn't come in together, a piece of spiritual crystal will suffice."

Seeing this, the old woman couldn't help but change her eyes when she looked at Zhu Houcong.

Even Wang Jiu, a well-known robbery cultivator and a sixth-level Qi practitioner, was so afraid of him.

Wang Jiu clearly remembered that Song Zhong came to trade in the black market this morning.

Although this person's cultivation level is not high, he is already in the middle stage of Qi training. He is somewhat of a figure among the casual cultivators in Qingshanfang. He has been around for many years, never acts alone, and his methods are ruthless.

Even Wang Jiu didn't want to provoke him when he had nothing to do.

But just such a piece of meat, he died in just half a day without any news.

Even the money bag was taken away and sent to the black market.

Zhu Houcong nodded after hearing this.

Just asked lightly.

"Just two yuan, let me ask you, do you know where Guo Scarzi's stall is now?"

Under Zhu Houcong's questioning, the old man Wu revealed the location of the array.

Guo Scarzi, a well-known collector of stolen goods in the black market, opened a Baobao Pavilion in the black market, specializing in recycling monks' magic weapons.

It is said that he has some relationship with the Murong family who is in charge of Qingshan Sect.

Although the entire black market is said to be outside the law, there are rumors that the person behind it is an elder of the Murong family.

As for how the Qingshan Sect dared to close the array, it can only be said that although the Murong family is in charge of the Qingshan Sect, it is not the only one.

The power of the Wang, Xie, and Sima families in the inner sect should not be underestimated.

The lost items of the Qingshan Sect become the property of the Murong family when they are in the hands of the Murong family.As for the sect coming to ask for it after learning about it, they have to exchange things of equal value.

It is precisely because the backend is so powerful that the black market in the Bone Forest next to Qingshan Square can be so long-lasting, standardized, and endless.

"Guo Scarzi..."

Wang Jiugang wanted to ask Zhu Houcong what his purpose was.

But when he raised his head, he saw the person in front of him staring at him as well.

And his neck felt slightly itchy as if it was being blown by the gentle breeze.

Get really angry!

Late stage of Qi training!

His expression changed drastically again.

At this time, he stood up quickly, stood in front of Zhu Houcong respectfully, swallowed the question on his lips, and answered with a smile.

"Guo Scarzi's shop is in the southwest corner. I will personally take you there right now."

At this time, Wang Jiu's back was covered in cold sweat.

These casual cultivators are not like the monks of the sect, who have families and careers and rely on the sect.

So much so that he acts without any taboos and is moody.

Even if he committed a crime, the worst he could do was to flee thousands of miles overnight and walk away.

As long as you escape from the territory under the jurisdiction of the sect, no matter how powerful the Qingshan Sect is, it will be beyond its reach.

How could they go to war over a casual cultivator who casually invades the sphere of influence of other forces?

Unlike Qingshanfang, where various forces are intertwined and there are many factions, everything in the black market is based on cultivation and strength.

Zhu Houcong nodded after hearing this.

Wang Jiu asked the man next to him to wait for him for a while.

Then he walked ahead to guide Zhu Houcong.

The scene of the black market in the White Bone Forest was beyond Zhu Houcong's expectations.

The lights inside were bright and there was a constant stream of hawkers, which was almost the same as an ordinary market.

Only the goods among them will never be sold by Qingshanfang.

"The remaining copies of Luo Tianjiao's inner sect's exercises, three spiritual stones in one copy! Sold for cheap!"

"The beautiful cauldron for your own use, ninety-nine new, one piece of spiritual crystal for each, large quantity, good price, guests can choose as they like!"

"The fine blood food just imported from the neighboring country of Yan is for young and strong men. It is the best for feeding spiritual beasts!"

"The fragments of the magical weapon just unearthed from the secret realm of Black Mountain..."

"Grandmaster Yaogu specially recruits many medicine testers, and the treatment is negotiable..."

"The young female nun slave just captured from Jiange..."

Along the way, Zhu Houcong saw exquisite and gorgeous shop decorations.

Only the goods displayed on the shelves or locked in shackles in cages.

It cannot be seen in Qingshanfang.

Most of the slaves on both sides have given up hope, with empty eyes, letting the guests choose.

Although Zhu Houcong was dissatisfied when he saw this. .

But I could only sigh in my heart.

Qingshan Sect still has limited control over the major cultivating families below.

When I came to the southwest corner, I saw the words "Baoqi Pavilion" written on the plaque.

Inside the door, a middle-aged man with a scar running through his entire cheek was sitting on a recliner, reading the latest Pepsi publication in the shop by the light of the night pearl above his head.

"This is that Guo Scarzi——"

After hearing Wang Jiu's introduction, Zhu Houcong nodded.

"You should go back first..."

Zhu Houcong said, looking around.

The terrain here is relatively remote in the black market.

After all, this is a place where stolen goods are sold, so it shouldn't be too ostentatious.

"I wonder what the guest wants!"

Seeing that it was Wang Jiu, a black market thug who brought it to him personally, Guo Scarzi sat up from the recliner and followed Zhu Houcong's gaze.

I only saw the small green wood sword formation plate hanging on the wall, the blood on it had solidified and was dark red.

(End of this chapter)