Bai Yan led the two of them into the treasure pavilion.
Inside the treasure pavilion sat a dark-skinned old man, his right arm surprisingly a crude yet exceptionally nimble mechanical arm.
"I am the person in charge of this Rakshasa Ghost Market branch. You may call me Old Mo. May I know how to address you two?"
The old man spoke with a smile.
"Yama."
"Heavenly Gang."
Chu Jiang did not use his real name. Many people who came to the Rakshasa Ghost Market used aliases.
The old man did not mind. More than half the customers in the Rakshasa Ghost Market used false names. "Mr. Yama, applying for a Rakshasa Token only requires reaching the True God Realm."
As he spoke,
his mechanical right arm carried a crystal ball down from a shelf. It glowed with blue light.
"This is a test orb for assessing strength. As long as you inject the corresponding divine power into it, it can sense your cultivation. Only then can we issue guests Rakshasa Tokens of the appropriate grade."
Old Mo explained.
Chu Jiang placed his palm upon it, and Prison Suppression Divine Strength surged forth. The blue crystal ball grew increasingly brilliant before finally displaying several large characters.
"Late-stage True God Realm!"
"Mr. Yama, please wait a moment!"
Only after a series of tedious operations did Old Mo hand the Rakshasa Token to Chu Jiang.
Below the three characters Rakshasa Token were engraved the two characters Yama.
"The Rakshasa Token is bound to one's Primordial Spirit and can only be used by its owner. Even if an outsider obtains the Rakshasa Token, they cannot use it," Old Mo said.
After obtaining the Rakshasa Token, Chu Jiang did not leave. Instead, he asked about whether there was any information on demon and devil factions