Chapter 162 Like a fish in water [asking for a monthly ticket! ]

In the wilderness with sparse forests, there are ghosts crying at night.

There was a red star in the distance and the howling of a ghost could be vaguely heard in the wind. When it came closer, I could see that it was a huge blood-red lantern monster.

The lantern monsters formed by the ghost fires in the mountains have always been dark green, and this blood-red one is the first time they have seen it, but it is exactly in line with the formula that Wang Rulin said.

Wang Rulin had said before that the Rakshasa Ghost Market was an independent secret place with no fixed location. It was also very simple to enter. You could leave the city at midnight, put on the Rakshasa ghost mask and walk to a secluded place in the wilderness, and a red ghost would come to lead you.

This blood-colored lantern monster must be the so-called "red ghost".

The two of them waited for the will-o'-the-wisp to approach. After a moment, the blood-red lantern monster stopped about ten feet in front of them. The blood-red light illuminated the masks on their faces, reflecting a strange light with faint lines flowing.

boom--

After a pause of about a moment, the lantern monster suddenly exploded and turned into a void portal surrounded by red flames, about ten feet wide, and pitch black inside.

Wei Ping'er seemed a little scared and hesitated.

Liang Yue smiled slightly: "It's okay, I'm here."

Having said that, he took the lead and stepped in.

Wei Ping'er then stepped in.

In an instant, with a sense of trance as if the world had turned upside down, the two entered a mysterious realm of heaven and earth.

Before he could see everything around him clearly, a series of burning gazes gathered on him. Liang Yue looked up and saw a stone gatehouse similar to a city gate in front of him, with only two large characters on it from right to left.

"Senluo".

If Liang Yue had not known before coming here that this place was a secret realm opened up by the Rakshasa King and named "Senluo", he might have really read the two words reversed.

But they are all places selling things, so it doesn’t matter.

There were no guards on the city wall, only ten huge eyeballs surrounding the top of the city wall. Each one was as tall as a person, with vertical pupils that were burning with evil fire inside. The pupils moved left and right, staring at everyone who entered the city gate.

This monster is called "Ten-Eyed Monster", and it is the gatekeeper of the Senluo Secret Realm. The red ghost outside is only responsible for guiding, while the ten-eyed monster is responsible for checking whether these ghost masks belong to the wearer.

Every time an elder gives out a ghost mask, he needs a trace of the wearer's soul as a guide. If an outsider takes the ghost mask and wears it, he will be caught by the ten-eyed monster in front of the city gate.

The ghost masks of the two of them were given by the old masters of the Demon Sect with a legitimate background, so there would naturally be no problem. They entered the city gate smoothly and stepped into the real Rakshasa Ghost Market.

"what--"

As soon as I entered the city, what I heard was not the hawking of goods, but a wailing.

Liang Yue looked up and saw in the corner of the chaotic street, a thin man in a black robe had more than a dozen thick and long roots growing out of his back. They were mottled brown and black, like the roots of some terrifying plant.

Another burly man with half of his body naked was pierced by the roots and screamed miserably: "Master, please spare my life! I will never dare to do it again. It is my fault that I did not recognize the real master! Ah——"

As he howled miserably, the dozen or so roots bulged, as if draining all the blood and energy from his body.

The burly man quickly shrank into a wrinkled corpse.

The thin man then shook off the corpse, turned around and walked quickly towards the city gate. Liang Yue and the other man quickly made way.

This man looked thin, but the cultivation he just showed was very powerful, probably in the sixth or even seventh realm. Not to mention in the Demon Sect, even in the entire Jiuzhou martial arts world, he was considered a first-class master.

After all, how easy is it to meet a master?
But even such a master was still walking very quickly. It was obvious that he killed his opponent easily, but he made it seem as if he had suffered a loss and left the city in a hurry.

Wang Rulin also explained the reason behind this to Liang Yue.

In the Rakshasa Ghost Market, except for the shops where the owners maintain order, there is no one on the streets. Whether it is forced buying and selling or murder and robbery, as long as you have the ability, you can do it.

But not many people do this, because no one dares to expose their strength easily.

Everyone was restraining their auras and hiding their strength, and no one dared to attack anyone first. But if you killed someone in the street all of a sudden, and it was revealed that you were in the fifth realm, then everyone in the sixth and seventh realms would mark you as "killable".

No matter how strong you are, don't reveal your skills easily. This is one of the rules in Rakshasa Ghost Market.

"Tsk." Someone looked at the big man's body and sneered, "Idiot."

Then he casually threw out a spark, and a ball of black flame immediately sprang up, burning it all up, leaving only a faint trace of ash on the ground.

Such a living person disappeared in the blink of an eye.

But no one sympathized with him.

Listening to the discussions of the vendors on both sides of the road, it turned out that this skinny demon cultivator had been trembling with fear since he came in, and when he was bargaining when buying things, he directly exposed his realm and wealth.

The big man selling goods was tempted, thinking that this was a new fat sheep, so he quietly followed him to the city gate, intending to kill him and rob him, and then leave immediately.

Unexpectedly, the skinny demon cultivator immediately displayed his powerful skills, killed him and stole his things.

It turned out that he was here to fish.

Judging from the attitudes of the vendors around, this fishing technique is not new. It can only be said that the big man is the new fat sheep.

"It's really wild." Liang Yue murmured, and then said: "Don't be afraid, Miss Wei Jiu, we will leave after we finish our business."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Wei Ping'er beside him let out a small cry of surprise.

"True Spirit Bone Powder?"

……

The layout of the Rakshasa Ghost Market is no different from the East and West Markets of Longyuan City, with several criss-crossing streets, vendors setting up stalls with blankets on both sides of the road, and large shops in the back.

Those who can own shops here are all powerful or influential. No matter how chaotic the streets are, as long as you enter the shops, you will be safe. The difference between the vendors in the East and West Markets is that they do not shout their wares, but just sit there quietly, displaying the goods for sale one by one or writing them on wooden signs for passers-by to choose from.

Wei Ping'er's eyes kept wandering among the various merchandise. After taking a few steps, she saw something that made her a little excited.

It was an old man sitting cross-legged on the ground with a hunched back. He was also wearing a robe and a ghost mask on his face, so his appearance could not be seen.

In front of him were some old objects covered in dirt, and a small jar with a seal that read "True Spirit Bone Powder" on it.

She walked over quickly, squatted down, and asked, "How old is this bone powder, and what is its cultivation level?"

The hunchbacked old man said slowly, "More than eight hundred years ago, there was most likely a master cultivator. I refined it myself, and I guarantee that there is nothing else mixed in."

"Can I take a look?" Wei Ping'er asked.

"Of course." The old man raised his hand and opened the lid of the jar for her.

Inside was a can of black-gold powder with some slag.

Only then did Liang Yue realize that this thing seemed to be ashes?

Wei Ping'er took a look, handed the jar back, stood up and left silently. The old man did not try to keep her, but just continued to sit there waiting for the next buyer.

"What's wrong?" Liang Yue asked, "What is that?"

"True Spirit Bone Powder is the powder made from the bones of ancient warriors. It is very effective when making some pills." Wei Ping'er explained to him in a low voice: "But the righteous have long banned this substance. Only some left over from ancient times can still be used occasionally."

"Since it is so effective, why is it banned? Is there any taboo?" Liang Yue asked.

"Because the best years for True Spirit Bone Powder are between one thousand and three thousand years old, when the spirit settles into the bones and has not yet dissipated. At that time, the bones of monsters were hard to obtain, and the bones of powerful human beings were mostly taken by tomb robbers, which triggered a wave of tomb digging. When tomb robbery was rampant, the ancestral tombs of major families and sects were robbed. Everyone united and banned the circulation of this thing in the world."

"Wow." Liang Yue chuckled and said, "That old man just now looked half dead, but it turns out he is a tomb robber."

"He's a liar." Wei Ping'er's tone was slightly resentful. "The things in his jar are all fake. There's not a single bit of real stuff in it."

No wonder she went over excitedly just now and left quietly.

It turns out the goods are impure.

However, after they had talked for a few words and walked halfway down the street, Wei Ping'er suddenly stopped.

"Qilin blood?" she muttered. "This thing has a very yang and fierce spirituality, and is extremely difficult to obtain. The Qilin clan has a certain innate power that can sense the blood of its own kind. Once used, it is very likely to suffer revenge from the Qilin clan in the future, so it is extremely rare."

She moved closer curiously, staring at a red-gold blood bead in the transparent jade bottle that was rolling left and right as if trying to escape, and exclaimed in surprise: "Is this actually real?"

"Look at what you're saying." The vendor was a short, black-robed man. He grinned and said, "I sell unicorn blood. Can I sell you pig blood or cow blood?"

"How much does this cost?" Wei Ping'er asked.

"Eight hundred Qi-Restoring Pills." The vendor offered the price.

The Qi-restoring Pill is a kind of pill that is widely circulated in the martial arts world. It has certain effects on warriors, Qi-refining practitioners, and mystic masters. It can quickly replenish true energy in a short period of time and is very useful in battle.

It can also be traded as hard currency among practitioners, and is also the most popular equivalent in the Rakshasa Ghost Market.

It is also very easy to exchange it for gold and silver. The price of one Qi-recovering pill sold outside may range from eighty taels to three hundred taels, depending on its quality.

So the price this vendor asked for was really high.

Wei Ping'er shook her head and said, "This thing is very risky and not worth the price. At most, it's only three hundred Qi-restoring pills."

"Hehe." The vendor laughed twice more, "You are knowledgeable, but that is the price outside. We are all in this Rakshasa Ghost Market, and we buy things that we can't see outside. If you want to take it away, you have to give me at least 450 pieces, so that I can make a profit."

Wei Ping'er said decisively: "Just three hundred pills. I can pay you with the most refined Qi-restoring pills from the Danding Sect."

"Dan Ding Sect's pills?" The vendor hesitated after hearing this and said, "That's also three hundred and fifty. You don't know how I got this..."

Wei Ping'er didn't even look at him, just got up and left.

Before he took five steps, the vendor called out, "Hey hey hey! Come back, come back. Three hundred is fine."

A moment later, Wei Ping'er left contentedly with a sly smile and the blood bead that seemed to want to escape from prison at any moment.

"Are you confident that he will keep you?" Liang Yue asked.

"Of course." Wei Ping'er said, "This thing is very risky. If he takes it out, it may lead to revenge from the Qilin clan. Not everyone has the ability to block the secrets of heaven all the time. Three hundred Qi-recovery pills are already a lot. He will definitely sell them if he has the chance. In fact, I estimate that we can reduce it to a little over two hundred, but if that happens, I'm afraid he will feel resentful and follow us. We still have things to do later, and it will be troublesome to deal with him. Anyway, it's not difficult for me to refine Qi-recovery pills, so I'll just give them to him."

Liang Yue was listening to her talking here, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

No.

How come you are so skilled?
It seemed that Wei Ping'er, who had been whispering in the same low voice as outside at the beginning, had gradually become excited and confident. Looking at her bargaining process just now, she didn't look timid at all.

It's like being at home, just like a fish in water.

Seeing her looking around with bright eyes, like a wolf out hunting, perfectly blending in with the surrounding demon cultivators, Liang Yue couldn't help but feel nervous.

Can we please stop watching this? Let's finish our work and go home.

I'm a little scared, sister.

　Good morning.

　　I just realized that my internet connection was disconnected due to unpaid bills. It took me a few minutes to figure it out. Sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)