Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
First of all, all kinds of people gathered in the Black Market, which could bring useful information to Zhang Ruochen.
The fight between the Ancient Race of Prison Guardians and the Immortal Vampires would surely astonish the whole Yuan Mansion, and even the State of Tiantai. So messages would be exchanged frequently in the Black Market.
Therefore, even if Zhang Ruochen didn't go to the Pluto Sword Tomb, he could still get the information he needed.
Second, Zhang Ruochen went to the Black Market to buy the Divine Origin Pill of higher levels, preparing himself to break through the Third Level of Half-Saint.
Only with higher cultivation could he win more initiative. Otherwise, he would always be on the defensive of the Imperial Government and the Immortal Vampires.
Once he reached the Third Level of Half-Saint, he would deal with Half-Saints at higher levels with more ease, instead of being kept on the run.
After five days' travel, Zhang Ruochen, Sikong One and Sikong Two finally crossed the vast area to arrive in the center city of the Yuan Mansion.
Zhang Ruochen had spent days on the road, and nights in the Scroll World to practice and refine the divine blood, improving his cultivation.
Now he had stabilized his state at the Second Level of Half-Saint and made more progress.
In the meantime, the Nine-Life Sword Technique, True-Thunder Fire Sword Technique and Eight Changes of Scales practiced by him all made steady progress.
Yuan Mansion ranked in Top Ten from the 36 mansion of the State of Tiantai. It was a prosperous and grand area, rich in history. Many scenic spots and historical sites could be found here.
The streets were filled with heavy traffic and people hurrying to and fro. Gorgeous vehicles and those pulled by white savage beasts could be seen galloping in the center of the roads. And some ferocious half-human monks could also be seen walking in groups, carrying their battle weapons on their backs, as if they had just returned from some dangerous places with large amounts of ore and sacred medicine.
It was the first time for Sikong One and Sikong Two to come into a city. Everything looked extremely fascinating. Zhang Ruochen had to keep an eye on them to avoid a lot of needless trouble.
Before stepping in the Black Market, Zhang Ruochen used Traceless 36 Changes to change his appearance into that of Lin Yue.
The Ministry of War had publicized the portrait of Zhang Ruochen everywhere in the Yuan Mansion. Therefore, everyone could recognize Zhang Ruochen's face.
And few people had met Lin Yue in the Central Region.
If he had other ways, Zhang Ruochen wouldn't want to change his looks. He preferred to live an upright life and play fair and square.
But such a simple thing for ordinary people would be too much of a challenge for him. He couldn't decide for himself.
The Black Market was a little gloomy compared with the hustle and bustle of the city, making people feel murderous intentions everywhere.
Many pa.s.sersby were on the road, most of whom were quite powerful with battle weapons on their backs. Some were even covered by blood, apparently not the kind of good people.
Clank!
The sounds of the iron chain being dragged on the ground and sobbing were heard.
Two rows of evil monks dressed in blood robes entered the Black Market from the back of the street, sending about 100 slaves under guard. The slaves were all in beautiful clothing made of silk, satin and brocade, showing that they were not poor.
Among them, young beautiful women took up 70%. The other 30% were strong males who had reached states above the Earth Realm. And the best one of them had even reached the Fish-Dragon Realm.
They were a batch of high slaves. Each of them would be sold at a high price in the auction.
Among various kinds of goods in the Black Market, slaves took up an important part.
Slaves also had different types: coolies, poor slaves, battle slaves and female slaves.
Among them, battle slaves could be sold at the highest price. A battle slave at the Fish-Dragon Realm would sell for an extraordinary price everywhere.
Other than battle slaves, playboys from the rich households would also compete in bidding for the beautiful female slaves as their playthings.
So it was nothing strange to see slaves in crowds in the Black Market.
"I am the internal disciple of the Occult Realm Sect. You evil people of Blood Dragon Hall would dare to capture me!? Once my elders find out, they will never let you get away."
A young man in the slave crowd spoke.
Splas.h.!.+
Among the monks of the Blood Dragon Hall, a two-meter-tall man with a knife scar on his face, who was riding on a savage elephant, wielded his flaming whip to hit the face of the young man of the Occult Realm Sect, leaving his left cheek mangled.
The disciple of the Occult Realm Sect covered his face and kept screaming, looking extremely pained.
The rest of the slaves all shuddered and showed fear.
The man with a scar sneered, "Occult Realm Sect has colluded with the Immortal Vampires and was exterminated. All your elders are dead now. Waiting for a batch of dead people to save you? Hahaha!"
A pretty woman refuted at once, "There's no way that Occult Realm Sect should collude with the Immortal Vampires. Impossible! It is you, Blood Dragon Hall colluding with Zhu Saint Clan, framing the families and sects and robbing resources!"
Splas.h.!.+
The man with a scar wielded his whip and hit the back of the woman, forcing her to curl up on the ground and tremble.
"Were it not for you beauty, which I could sell for a good price, I would have cut your body in two with the last whip."
Sikong Two asked Zhang Ruochen, "s.h.i.+shu [a junior brother of one's master], what's the matter? Why do those people bully the weak?"
Zhang Ruochen had explained the reason why he had a good command of Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm to Sikong One and Sikong Two on the road, and something about the gold dragon.
Sikong Two insisted that he should call Zhang Ruochen "s.h.i.+shu," since he was the descendant of the gold dragon, and in the same generation with Master Yintuoluo.
Zhang Ruochen looked at the monks in blood robes. He didn't want to court trouble, and explained shortly, "This is the Black Market with the law of the jungle. n.o.body could reason with them."
"I will reason with them."
Sikong Two was so angry that he strided to the center of the street.
The cultivation of Sikong Two was high enough to shrink the distance with his steps. By the time Zhang Ruochen wanted to stop him, he had arrived in front of the man with the scar.
Sikong Two pressed his hands together and said, "Amitabha!"
The man with a scar sitting on a savage beast, found a monk in common clothes standing in his way, feeling a little unlucky. He sneered, "What's wrong with today? I just saw a monk in the Black Market!"
"Sir, you should know that everyone is born equal. I think you should set them free, and stop mistreating them." Sikong Two put on a stoned face, speaking with solemnity.
The man with a scar was dumbfounded for a short while, then came to a realization. He put on a cold look, and shouted, "Monk, are you here for trouble?"
"I think he's here for death."
The other monk of the Blood Dragon Hall picked up a black spear with a dragon head, and jumped up from the back of his beast. He poked the spear toward the heart of Sikong Two.
Sikong Two had just stood up to plead fairness for the slaves. But the person aimed to kill him, which showed clearly he was totally wicked and merciless.
Bang!
Sikong Two didn't move. The sharp spear hit him on his body, making a noise of metal thumping together.
"Vajra Indestructible Body?"
The Blood Dragon Hall monk was shocked, and was about to take his spear back and retreat.
Clank.
A ring of gold Buddhist light was given out by the body of Sikong Two. The power contained in it had crushed the spear into pieces.
The the pieces of iron all flew back to hit the Blood Dragon Hall monk, leaving thick holes of blood on him.
The Blood Dragon Hall monk fell on the edge of the street with a bang. He pa.s.sed out because of the severe wound.
"Amitabha!"
Sikong Two pressed his hands together and called the Amitabha again.
The monks of the Blood Dragon Hall were frightened, and rushed to encircle Sikong Two. They pulled out their battle weapons, preparing to fight the powerful enemy.
Many evil monks stopped to watch them on the street.
"He should dare to challenge the Blood Dragon Hall. Does he want to die?"
"Don't look down at the monk. He has a high cultivation. Don't you see him cracking a True Treasure Cla.s.s weapon with inner strength? He must have reached the Seventh Change of the Fish-Dragon Realm or even above."
"So what? Blood Dragon Hall is so powerful in the Black Market that the person is just about asking for death to oppose them."
"Don't you see the sedan chair of the Young Lord of the Blood Dragon over there? He is not easily offended. Wait and see, the monk will surely end tragically."
There was a sedan chair carried by 16 people in the crowd of the Blood Dragon Hall monks, which was about 10 meters tall. Golden gauze curtains hang down from its top, making it like a small movable palace.
The Young Lord of the Blood Dragon walked out of the sedan chair, each hand holding a pretty woman scantily dressed. He spoke with an evil voice. "Chen Xu, why haven't you sent the new slaves to the auction, but rather stopped here?"
The man with a scar was sweating, feeling being pressed heavily and turning around. He said nervously, "Young Lord, a monk stands in the front, trying to free the slaves."
The Young Lord of the Blood Dragon sneered. "Do you still need me to teach you? Deal with the monk quickly, don't waste my time."
"Yes."
The man with a scar put on a gloomy face, and put the Holy Qi to the Red Flame Hound Whip in his hand. The flame on his whip burned even more fiercely, making a noise.
With a shake of his wrist, the Red Flame Hound Whip flew out, rus.h.i.+ng to the neck of Sikong Two with circles of blasts. The blasts were even sharper than the blades.
But before the Red Flame Hound Whip could fall on the body of Sikong Two, the man with a scar flew backwards first. A 30-centimeter-long claw print appeared on his chest, from which blood kept gus.h.i.+ng out.
The power of the claw print had cracked all his veins, and disposed of all his cultivation.
Zhang Ruochen stood beside the street, touching his chin with his hand. "The seemingly less witted monk is so aggressive in fights."
Sikong One shook his head, and sighed. "He's still too young and naive. Rest a.s.sured, s.h.i.+shu. I will tell him when he comes back."
Zhang Ruochen didn't oppose the behavior of Sikong Two, only that in this way they would have surely offended the Blood Dragon Hall.
He had to observe the development of this incident.
