A black market was a trading place born in the gray zones, formed in secret and upheld by unspoken custom.
It was not protected by the authorities. Its advantage was that anything could be sold there, no matter whether its source or the means used to obtain it were legitimate, so long as one could produce it for sale.
Of course, to keep a black market running, there had to be people specially assigned to maintain order, or everyone had to uphold it voluntarily.
No one could casually rob others in the black market. Doing so was a slap in everyone's face. The black market's existence depended on everyone within it obeying the rules. It was a place that both disregarded rules and valued them greatly, scattered throughout the world. Whether one could enter depended entirely on one's strength—whether that strength was combat power or financial resources.
How could a place like Nanyuan City, where many sects and Rogue Cultivators gathered, possibly lack a black market?
The next morning.
Bai Yujun slipped out in secret, circled around the city several times, then swam far away through the water before coming ashore. She put on a black outer covering, even used a strange-smelling herb to conceal her scent, pulled on gloves, and carried her cloth bundle toward the black market at an unhurried pace.
Only after entering the small town did she discover that it had been abandoned by the locals. Its location was poor, surrounded by mountains on all sides. After it had been deserted, cultivators had picked it up and turned it into a black market, where business flourished.
Outside the town.
Bai Yujun slipped into the woods, found herself a walking stick, put a pill in her mouth, and entered the town disguised as an old man.
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