Chapter 165: Picking up leaks [Thanks to the reward "Do I have to go to Class B?"]

Earlier, outside the walls of Rakshasa Ghost City.

Liang Peng hid in the dark, looking at the ten huge demon eyes on the city wall, and couldn't help feeling a little afraid.

After all, this was his first time coming into contact with this completely unfamiliar environment.

Moreover, his ghost mask was not obtained through normal means, but a replica mask attached by a black shadow.

"Just walk over there." The Shadow Master in the mask made a low voice, "There is absolutely no problem with my ghost mask."

"Are you so confident?" Liang Peng said as he continued to walk over.

“Hehe.” The black shadow laughed and said, “If I hadn’t given your approval, this Rakshasa Ghost Market would never have been built. Of course, I have the ability to enter.”

As he spoke, Liang Peng passed through the city gate without any obstacles.

King Rakshasa wanted to establish a market where the magic cultivators could exchange what they had. Naturally, he needed the support of the three major forces in the early stages. It was normal to give the three masters greater power.

However, it is somewhat exaggerated to say that it cannot be built without the approval of Shadow Lord. After all, the Rakshasa Ghost Market is booming, and the participants are no longer just the disciples of the Demon Sect, which proves that many people need such a place to exchange what they have.

As soon as he entered the ghost market, Liang Peng's eyes were immediately attracted by the dazzling array of goods. As an orthodox disciple of the academy, he usually saw most of the magic tools that were legitimate, and there were not so many evil things in the ghost market.

"You don't need to look at those products that look very mysterious at first glance. The few pills in my pocket are not enough to exchange for anything." The black shadow reminded him at the right time, "Let's just find some broken and useless righteous magic tools and see if we can find any bargains."

Liang Peng only had some Qi-recovering pills in his pocket that he had obtained in exchange for completing tasks in the academy and as rewards from his teachers. If he exchanged them in the academy's Treasure Hall, he was afraid that he would not be able to buy a single genuine magic weapon. That was why he wanted to try his luck in the ghost market.

If he had two handy magic weapons, he would dare to take on some slightly dangerous tasks and his strength would grow faster.

After walking around for a while, the shadow gave a reminder, "Go take a look at the stall on the right. There's a small purple clay pot with mud on it. Go ask the price."

Upon hearing this, Liang Peng walked over to the stall and squatted down. The one setting up the stall was a large demon cultivator with a body as fat as a mountain of flesh. He was quite intimidating wherever he sat.

Liang Peng looked around and pointed at a small bronze sword in the middle. "How much is this?"

The Great Demon Cultivator replied, "This talisman sword from three hundred years ago should still be usable three to five times. I'll give you thirty Qi-restoring pills. Anything of equivalent value will also do."

Liang Peng glanced at the purple clay pot next to him and asked, "What about this one?"

"It's from the same batch, a magical tool from three hundred years ago, very spiritual." The demon cultivator replied, "I'll charge you fifteen Qi-restoring pills for this."

Liang Peng frowned and thought for a while, then said, "The spiritual power of your talisman sword is only enough to be used twice, and this little broken pot can only be said to be spiritual enough, but in fact there is no array pattern at all. It is obviously a vessel that can only be used to drink tea. You must have fought with a few powerful people in the past and got some small pieces, right? I won't let you waste your energy. Take these two things together and I will give you twenty Qi-recovery pills. How about it?"

"Tsk." The demon cultivator sneered, "Fellow Daoist, you are so knowledgeable, you must be of extraordinary origin. Why are you arguing with me over a dozen or twenty Qi-recovery pills? Twenty is definitely not enough. If you want to take them away, you need at least twenty-five."

"If you know your business, you won't be taken advantage of." Liang Peng replied indifferently, "Twenty-five pieces for a package. If I don't want this broken pot, but only this talisman sword, will you give me a fair price?"

"Just taking the talisman swords, at least twenty are needed." The demon cultivator said, "This is from the tomb of a master-level Qi cultivator. Things used by powerful people are not ordinary..."

"So five pills are enough for this small pot?" Liang Peng didn't listen to him and directly took out five Qi-recovering pills. "I just want to find a broken one to raise fish. If this doesn't work, then I don't want it."

"Hey?" The demon cultivator was stunned for a moment when he heard his calculation.

You are quite good at calculating.

But then he thought again and realized that this little broken pot was really of no use.

The man opposite him was very accurate. This was what he had dug out from a great man's tomb when he and a group of demon sect elders went to dig graves a while ago. Because he was the youngest and the weakest, when he took it, only these few pieces were left.

I got this small pot because it has the most spiritual energy. However, after looking at it for several days, I found that there is indeed no array pattern on it, and the material is also ordinary. It is useless except for holding water for drinking tea, so I put it out to sell.

If no one really likes them, he will probably just give away these two pieces of junk because other people think they are too expensive.

It's good enough that someone is willing to buy the Qi-restoring pills.

Thinking of this, he waved his hand and said, "Take it, take it, I told you to pick it up."

Liang Peng took the small pot and left.

After he left, the black shadow smiled and said, "See, I told you it's a good place to find bargains." Liang Peng asked, "What's so magical about this little pot?"

"Don't be fooled by the fact that this thing looks like it has no formation patterns. In fact, it has no effect at all." The black shadow replied.

"..." Liang Peng paused.

This is a bit difficult to think about.

"Its magical feature is that it is an instrument that was once in the hands of the gods in ancient times. Even now, a trace of ancient charm can still be seen from the spout. The great man who died three hundred years ago probably collected it because of this, but these minions don't know its value. Keep this item at hand and contemplate it often. If you have enough understanding and can visualize a trace of ancient sacred charm from it, you will have made a thousand times more money."

After hearing what he said, Liang Peng put away the small pot with satisfaction and continued to move forward.

But he hadn't taken a few steps when he heard someone shouting, "There's a notice posted in the Rakshasa Palace!"

Immediately afterwards, all the vendors in the surrounding area put their things into storage containers and hurried to the Central Rakshasa Palace.

"What's going on?" Liang Peng looked over curiously.

The black shadow said lazily, "It should be that the Rakshasa King has some request. As the ruler of the Senluo Secret Realm, if anything slips through his fingers, it will be enough for these people to snatch. Anyway, it's impossible to pick up any leaks now. If you are curious, you can also follow and take a look."

Liang Peng followed the crowd and asked, "What is the origin of this Rakshasa King? Does he have a high status in the Demon Sect?"

"I'm not sure. This person is very mysterious. He appeared after Chen Yandao eliminated the demons. As soon as he appeared in the world, he contacted many remaining forces of the Demon Sect to set up this Rakshasa Ghost Market. To be able to control such a huge secret realm, his cultivation must be very high. Moreover, after the demons were eliminated, the fellow demon sect members hid very well, fearing that they would be found by Chen Yandao. However, he was able to find us so accurately. He must have some tricks up his sleeve." The black shadow said, "But as far as I know, he seems to be very familiar with... that stinky woman from the Tushan family. I don't know what the relationship between the two is. When the Rakshasa Ghost Market was established, she also helped in every possible way."

"The Demon Queen of Slaughtering Mountains?" Liang Peng heard him mention this name with a gnashing of teeth, so he couldn't help but smile, "She must be the one who sealed you in the first place."

"Of course it's her. How could I trust anyone else?" The black shadow said in a muffled voice, "When the three of us were born, we only had part of the memories and emotions of our original body Dong Yuefeng. I have the deepest feelings for her. Although those two bastards wanted to snatch it from me, she resolutely followed me. I was very moved at that time."

"Who would have thought that after my body was sealed by the Sword Dao Academy, I went back to her in a very embarrassed state, but she immediately wanted to suppress my soul and seize my position in the Wusheng Sect."

"It seems that Wushengmen is developing well under Jiuyang now." Liang Peng added.

"What a cowardly act!" The black shadow snorted coldly, "It's obvious that he was afraid of Chen Yandao, so he gave up the great Jiuzhou and hid in that remote place."

"Weren't you afraid of Chen Yandao when you were here?" Liang Peng asked.

"Of course I'm afraid." The shadow's tone was very unhappy. "You know that what you say is always hard for people to accept? If it were in the past, you wouldn't have survived more than three days under my hands."

"Okay, sorry." Liang Peng apologized lightly, "But I still have to say one thing, don't forget that I am a disciple of the Sword Academy. If I was born a few decades earlier... I might have been the one who sealed you."

"Wow!" The black shadow's painful spots were poked one after another. He was so angry that he wanted to jump up and down, but unfortunately he didn't even have feet.

As he said this, Liang Peng walked to the front of the Rakshasa Palace and saw the contents of the notice from afar.

At this time, all the demon cultivators around had dispersed and were searching everywhere for a long time.

"Looking for the White Night Fox?" He muttered, "I guess it's not my turn. There are so many powerful demon sect masters here. If I find it, it will only cause trouble for me."

"You are good in this respect. Although you are greedy, you know when to advance and when to retreat." The black shadow praised, "The smartest person is the one who knows when to be greedy and when to be rational."

"If the city gate opens soon, we can leave soon." Liang Peng turned around and said, "Finding this sand pot today is already a great harvest."

However, after staying in this ghost market for a long time, the surrounding demon cultivators had already searched everywhere, and some even fought fiercely for a suspected little beast, but in the end they found that it was still not the target.

Liang Peng's brows slowly knitted together, "We didn't find any of these people? Is there any forbidden area in this Rakshasa Ghost City that cannot be entered?"

"There is no such place. The only place that cannot be entered is the Rakshasa Palace in front of us. But since the notice was issued by the Rakshasa Palace, the White Night Fox naturally cannot be there." The black shadow analyzed: "The Rakshasa King has the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth in his own secret realm. How could he be deceived by a little fox?"

"Yes." Liang Peng nodded. "If the Rakshasa King is so powerful, why hasn't he been found yet? Is it possible that the Rakshasa King is not in the secret realm at all?"

He suddenly asked, "Have you ever been to the Rakshasa Palace?"

The shadow's voice suddenly trembled, "Ah?"

　Thanks to the leader of "Do I have to join Class B?" for the reward, and I became the 17th leader of this book. Thank you, my good brother.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)