Chapter 49 Black-robed Monk
Not long after, Zhang Tie arrived at the Yanyue Sect's market. After walking around for a while, Zhang Tie found that there was nothing strange here. "It seems that the invasion of the demonic sect has not yet begun."

"Fellow Daoist, is this your first time in this market?" A male cultivator in green Taoist robes suddenly spoke up and stopped Zhang Tie who was observing the surroundings.

Zhang Tie looked at the cultivator in front of him with a vigilant look on his face, and found that he was only at the tenth level of Qi training. Moreover, Zhang Tie did not feel that there were any cultivators ambushing nearby. So he pretended to have just discovered the cultivator in front of him and said, "Daoyou, you guessed wrong. I have been to this place many times."

Zhang Tie didn't want to deal with this monk. Although it was unlikely, if he was exposed, Zhang Tie would not be able to continue to inquire about the news of Old Man Qiong.

Taoist Huang Feng thought with disdain in his heart, "Look at how sneaky and vigilant you are. You are obviously a novice in cultivating immortality, yet you are pretending to be an old hand!"

Taoist Huang Feng then said, "Don't be nervous, Daoist friend. I have some elixirs that can promote cultivation. If you are interested, why not take a look?"

Taoist Huang Feng took out a small bottle of medicine from his arms and handed it to Zhang Tie.

Zhang Tie took it and looked at it, and found that it was actually the Yellow Dragon Pill, which made Zhang Tie stunned for a moment.

Seeing Zhang Tie in a daze, Taoist Huang Feng became more convinced of his judgment. He immediately felt that this guy would definitely take the bait, so he immediately continued speaking.

"If you are interested, I can give you this bottle of medicine." Taoist Huang Feng looked at Zhang Tie's expression and found that Zhang Tie was looking at him calmly.

“You’re quite good at pretending!” Taoist Huang Feng thought Zhang Tie was pretending to be uninterested, and felt annoyed. “Humph, if the Yanyue Sect’s convoy wasn’t about to leave, would he be willing to give up the Yellow Dragon Pill?”

"Forget it, I won't beat around the bush with you. To exchange for this Yellow Dragon Pill, you just need to come with me to intercept a convoy."

Zhang Tie became impatient when he heard this, thinking that this must be another attempt by Jie Xiu to intercept the cultivators. He didn't want to waste any more time with him.

Seeing Zhang Tie was about to leave, Taoist Huang Feng immediately stopped Zhang Tie and said, "Wait a minute, Taoist friend. If you think it's not okay, I can still..."

Before Taoist Huang Feng finished speaking, Zhang Tie turned around and was about to leave.

"Huang Feng! Why haven't you found anyone yet!" A barefoot man suddenly ran over in a hurry. Seeing that there were people around Taoist Huang Feng, he immediately started to transmit the message.

"Have you found them? The people from the Moon-Shattering Sect are about to leave. Aren't you afraid of having your soul extracted and spirit refined if you delay important matters?"

"Soon, soon, this person is the last one!" When Taoist Huang Feng heard about extracting souls and refining spirits, he immediately thought of the scary black-robed monk and his face turned pale instantly.

"Wait a minute, Taoist friend," Taoist Huang Feng immediately stopped Zhang Tie. However, the expected conflict did not occur. Taoist Huang Feng looked up and found Zhang Tie looking at him with a playful look on his face.

With Zhang Tie's cultivation level, it was not difficult for him to eavesdrop on the conversation of a Qi training cultivator. After hearing about the Yanyue Sect, Zhang Tie immediately changed his mind.

Taoist Huang Feng saw Zhang Tie stop and instantly understood the meaning of Zhang Tie's expression. "It's just extra money, I'll give it to you!"

Taoist Huang Feng hardened his heart and took out a 300-year-old spiritual medicine from his arms and handed it to Zhang Tie. Then he said with a painful look on his face, "I can only give you this much at most. Do you want it or not?"

Zhang Tie had been looking for an excuse to agree, so this saved him a lot of trouble. Then Zhang Tie pretended to be very pleased and said, "Haha, thank you very much, but please explain in detail."

Seeing Zhang Tie agreed, Taoist Huang Feng heaved a sigh of relief. He endured the pain in his heart and said, "There are many people here. Taoist friend, please follow me over here."

Zhang Tie nodded in agreement.

After many twists and turns, Zhang Tie followed Taoist Huang Feng to a small courtyard. Zhang Tie scanned the courtyard with his spiritual sense and found that in addition to the forty-six cultivators in the Qi training stage, there was also a cultivator whose level Zhang Tie could not tell.

Zhang Tie immediately restrained his consciousness. Fortunately, the cultivator was concentrating on arranging something, and Zhang Tie had practiced the Dayan Jue to the second level a while ago, so the cultivator did not notice Zhang Tie's weak test at all.

"No wonder Taoist Huang Feng hurriedly pulled him in. With so many Qi training cultivators, I'm afraid Taoist Huang Feng must have put a lot of thought into it."

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Tie used all his strength to practice his Qi Condensing Technique. He only felt a powerful spiritual sense sweeping past him, and then it quickly disappeared.

"Okay, distribute these spirit stones and tokens, and then follow me." The monk in a black robe that concealed his face said in a hoarse voice.

Seeing the spirit stones, the monks in the yard all showed excitement and hurriedly ran to the black-robed monk to receive the spirit stones.

Zhang Tie didn't want to reveal his flaws, so he followed everyone else and picked up the spirit stones.

After some actions, Zhang Tie received five low-grade spirit stones and a black jade token. Looking at the pattern on the token, Zhang Tie frowned, "This should be something for setting up the formation."

As a master of formations, Zhang Tie discussed formations with Xuan Feng, and after many times of discussion, when he encountered anything about formations, Zhang Tie could see it at a glance.

"Come on up." The hoarse voice came again, and everyone saw a very luxurious flying boat appear in front of them.

"This should be a magic weapon!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed. Then there was a burst of discussion.

The black-robed monk was unorganized when he saw this. He waited until everyone stopped and said, "You are right. This is indeed a magic weapon! And if you can do this well this time, I will give this flying boat to the one who performs best!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately became excited again. "I will do whatever you ask me to do, even if it means death!"

"Me too!"

"So do I, Wang Erdan!"

Everyone responded.

Zhang Tie looked at the reactions of the crowd and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. They believed such an obvious lie so easily. They were truly "naive" cultivators.

“Me too, Han Erlangzi!” Zhang Tie also shouted.

The man in black nodded in satisfaction, and then walked into the flying boat. The barefoot man followed closely behind him, turned around and said to everyone, "Hurry up and catch up!"

Then everyone filed in.

After Zhang Tie came in, he found that this flying boat was really nice. Not only was the space inside very large, but it also had all kinds of luxurious decorations, and even a few puppets to serve tea and water.

“He really knows how to enjoy himself.” Zhang Tie thought to himself, wondering whether he should decorate his flying boat in the same way in the future.

(End of this chapter)