Two hours later.
Lu Yang controlled his avatar into a patch of dense fog southeast of Baishan City. Flames surged from within him as he transformed into a Hasta Race fire demon warrior. Carrying a storage bag in his hand, he emerged from the fog and entered the marketplace.
"Human-world seasonings. Sprinkle them on meat for an unrivaled delicacy. One bottle for just one low-tier Magic Crystal."
"Human-world steel. It can be used to secure timber and build houses."
"Third-tier Tiger King mount, only 100 Territory Lord Tier magic crystals."
There were no checkpoints in the marketplace, nor were there guards stationed around it. Only humans, elves, and Hasta Race powerhouses had set up stalls, while Ghoulface Clan and Three-Faced Clan powerhouses wandered between them, purchasing anything novel they came across.
"This thing called a television is interesting. It can actually store images? I'll take them all." Laughter came from a distant stall. A Three-Faced Clan powerhouse more than three meters tall picked up an LCD television in his right hand and examined it closely. Then, with a loud bang, he crushed the television, and the images inside instantly vanished.
"Damn it, why is it so fragile?" The Three-Faced Clan powerhouse flew into a rage. His smiling face turned away, revealing his furious face as he glared at the human vendor and cursed, "You dare use defective goods to deceive me? I'll kill you."
The human hurriedly raised both hands and said ingratiatingly in Elvish, "Please don't, Lord Gulisituo. We've met so many times already. When have I ever dared to deceive you with defective goods? This was created by a weak race like ours. Even things we consider sturdy are utterly fragile before a powerful warrior like you. We simply can't make anything you would consider durable."
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