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Zhao Yang and Song Baliang flew for hundreds of miles, the biting cold wind cutting into their skin, prompting both to use their magical artifacts for protection as they traveled.
After passing through a Teleportation Array, they arrived at a remote marketplace. The streets were nearly deserted, with only an occasional passerby, all of whom hurried along, cloaked in garments that obscured their faces.
Song Baliang led Zhao Yang to a corner and entered a shop that specialized in selling Cloaks.
"Boss, two Stealth Cloaks, please. Here’s the payment," Song Baliang said tersely, pulling out two Red Essence Stones from his pocket and placing them on the counter.
Zhao Yang was taken aback; two cloaks costing two Red Essence Stones felt like robbery. He recalled how several Cultivation Families had gone to great lengths to seize Red Essence Stones back in Zhao County. Even during his time at Myriad Spirit Sect, Red Essence Stones were incredibly valuable—Elder Zhong had treated him well because of them. The thought of spending two Red Essence Stones just for two cloaks made him uneasy.
However, Zhao Yang was not one to make a fuss. He sensed there was more to this situation and chose to remain silent, observing quietly.
When the shopkeeper saw the two Red Essence Stones on the counter, he smiled slightly and raised four fingers. "It seems you haven't visited Hundred Birds Night Market in a while; prices have gone up!"
"What? Four Red Essence Stones!" Song Baliang exclaimed, surprised.
The shopkeeper nodded. "Others have started paying with Orange Essence Stones now; four Red Essence Stones is the base price."
"Is there something going on?" Song Baliang asked, puzzled by the sudden price hike. He used to come here occasionally to exchange materials for refining tools, with funds earned from leftover scraps when helping his Senior Brothers and masters.
The shopkeeper nodded knowingly and leaned closer to Song Baliang. "There’s a big shipment! The Zhongzhou Royal Family is involved!"
"What big shipment?" Song Baliang asked, intrigued and eager to learn more.
The shopkeeper, intrigued by Song Baliang, looked up at the sky and said, "The weather is quite nice today."
Song Baliang, not one to be easily fooled, understood that the shopkeeper was trying to raise the price. He took out another Red Essence Stone and placed it in the shopkeeper's hand. The shopkeeper discreetly tucked the Red Essence Stone into his sleeve and continued, "Though the weather is good, it doesn't mean it won't rain!"
Song Baliang pulled out yet another Red Essence Stone from his pocket and handed it to the shopkeeper, saying, "I really have no more low-grade stones."
The shopkeeper's face lit up with a hint of joy. "Alright then. I heard that one of the Third Young Masters from the Zhongzhou Royal Family has come to the Hundred Birds Night Market with a freshly matured Holy Medicine from the royal herb garden for auction!"
"What? Holy Medicine!" Song Baliang was taken aback. True Holy Medicines were worth their weight in gold; it was said that only two had been found even after turning over the Haotian Secret Realm.
The value of Holy Medicine was immense; a single plant could allow a major sect to refine a miraculous Holy Dan, potentially saving the life of an important figure in critical moments—truly a treasure among treasures.
"It is also said that someone has brought even more precious treasures, possibly a Dao Artifact, enough to shake the world. People have been arriving here for over three months now, which is why our little shop has raised its prices. The Stealth Cloak can conceal your appearance and disguise your cultivation level, preventing others from harboring ill intentions towards you. Buying this for your own safety is definitely worth it."
Song Baliang nodded, paid the price, and left the shop with Zhao Yang. Zhao Yang took hold of the Cloak and felt a strange aura emanating from it; it could block other cultivators' probing into those wearing it. However, he possessed Divine Sense reading abilities that allowed him to bypass any formations for investigation. For him, others wearing Stealth Cloaks were essentially meaningless.
After entering the Hundred Birds Night Market through a diagonal alley, they were greeted by an array of magical treasures and rare items. Zhao Yang's heart soared with excitement as he gazed at everything, eager to indulge his shopping desires.
However, upon closer inspection, he realized that most of these magical items were low-grade artifacts; some were even damaged and unusable.
Song Baliang remarked, "Everything on these streets is worthless junk—just scrap metal. The real treasures are in the Treasure Pavilion and at underground auctions. We should first exchange our surplus magical items for money and then check out what good things are available at the Treasure Pavilion before heading to the auction. We can't sell our Dao Artifact; doing so would attract unwanted attention. I just learned that tonight is the last day of an auction held by personnel from the Zhongzhou Royal Family—what perfect timing!"
Zhao Yang nodded in agreement as he followed Song Baliang into the largest Treasure Pavilion in the Hundred Birds Night Market. The attendants greeted them warmly upon their entrance and enthusiastically began introducing various magical treasures such as Flying Swords and Talismans.
"Are you saying that all of them are top-quality?" Song Baliang asked.
Upon hearing that they were big clients, the attendant at the Treasure Pavilion's face lit up with joy. He hurried upstairs to invite the Pavilion Master. Although the Treasure Pavilion saw many visitors daily, there weren't many big clients; most were disciples from various sects looking to purchase low-tier or intermediary magical artifacts.
The prices of these artifacts were astonishing, ranging from ten Red Essence Stones to thousands of them. A thousand Red Essence Stones equated to a single Green Essence Stone, containing a quantity of Spirit Energy comparable to the True Qi within a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. It was no wonder that most sects had at least one Flying Sword, but those were typically low-quality iron swords with only a hint of Spirit Energy. Very few possessed true magical artifacts, and those that did were usually the lowest tier, with some mid to high-tier artifacts passed down through family lines.
Zhao Yang estimated the prices of these artifacts; low-tier ones were akin to a twenty-thousand-dollar Chery. While most could afford them, ordinary cultivators still struggled to maintain their basic living expenses and cultivation resources while purchasing low-tier artifacts. Mid-tier artifacts were comparable to common goods suitable for disciples of larger sects, while high-tier artifacts resembled BMWs or Audis—expensive but likely owned by elite disciples and direct heirs of certain sects.
Feeling somewhat proud, Zhao Yang thought that by this calculation, he could consider himself wealthy. His Supreme Dao Artifacts were rare in the cultivation world; didn't that make them equivalent to Rolls-Royces?
Before long, a middle-aged scholar descended from upstairs, exuding an air of confidence and wearing a smile. He invited Song Baliang and Zhao Yang up. Zhao Yang could tell that this man's cultivation level was at least at the Divine Transformation Stage.
Once upstairs, they followed the Treasure Pavilion Master into a private room. The room was cozy, adorned with shelves displaying exquisite treasures that made Zhao Yang's heart race with desire and an urge to seize them.
"I've heard that you two have brought a large number of top-quality magical artifacts for sale. May I take a look? Our Treasure Pavilion is the most reputable trading place in the Hundred Birds Night Market; you can rest assured about our credibility and security."
Before coming here, Song Baliang had already informed Zhao Yang about everything regarding the Treasure Pavilion. In this establishment, no one dared to look down on cultivators or threaten them because there had been incidents in the past where such actions angered the founder of the Hundred Birds Night Market. The mysterious shareholders had stripped those responsible of their cultivation abilities, and the main perpetrator was publicly executed. Since then, no one dared to act recklessly within the Hundred Birds Night Market, especially not in the Treasure Pavilion.
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