Looks Like You Need Help!

The Black Market teemed with people.

Lu Changsheng headed straight for the Female Stall Owner's spot.

"Hm, no one?"

The Female Stall Owner's place was completely empty.

She had not come?

He had learned before that the Female Stall Owner was at the Black Market almost every day.

Why was her stall empty today?

Lu Changsheng made discreet inquiries about the Female Stall Owner.

One martial artist explained, "That Female Stall Owner got herself into trouble."

"A few days ago, Zhao Ruoxiao, the Zhao Clan Heir of Nanyang Prefecture, had some conflict with her. In the end, she killed Zhao Ruoxiao."

"The Zhao Clan was naturally thunderously enraged and sent people to hunt her down."

"That's why she hasn't come these past few days. She's probably lying low to avoid disaster."

Lu Changsheng nodded at this.

He knew of the Zhao Clan. Like the Nanyang Zheng Clan, they were one of Nanyang Prefecture's great powers.

However, the Zhao Clan had risen through martial prowess, and its businesses included Escort Agencies, Fighting Guilds, and the like.

In short, their martial strength far surpassed that of Miraculous Garden.

The Female Stall Owner had killed the Zhao Clan Heir. It was like poking a hornet's nest—she no longer had any place to stand in Nanyang City.

"What a pity..."

Lu Changsheng shook his head.

Their previous dealings had all left both sides satisfied.

He had not expected the Female Stall Owner to provoke the Zhao Clan. She likely would not return to the Black Market again.

Lu Changsheng made a few more rounds through the Black Market and saw martial skills and martial arts manuals displayed at some stalls.

He went over to inspect them and asked around.

The martial skills at those stalls were basically all Second Rank Martial Skills, and nearly all were ones Lu Changsheng had practiced before, making them useless to him.

As for martial arts manuals, they were all Blood Strengthening Realm martial arts. There was not a single Bone Forging Martial Arts manual.

Lu Changsheng could not help feeling disappointed.

He had once worried that he lacked the silver to buy martial arts, but now that he had silver, he could not buy any martial arts at all.

"It seems Third Rank Martial Skills are not circulated nearly as widely, so there are far fewer of them."

"As for martial arts, once one reaches the Bone Forging Realm, manuals are almost impossible to buy..."

Lu Changsheng had previously been able to spend silver freely on martial arts and martial skills because the ones he needed had been of a very low level.

But once the level of the martial arts and martial skills rose even a little, they became difficult to purchase.

Lu Changsheng thought of the Female Stall Owner. She should have Third Rank Martial Skills, and she certainly possessed martial arts for Bone Forging and Organ Refining.

Unfortunately, Lu Changsheng could not find her now.

Lu Changsheng wandered the Black Market for a while longer but still failed to find any martial arts that satisfied him. In the end, he could only leave the Black Market in disappointment.

Lu Changsheng had spent two hours wandering the Black Market. It was now midnight.

Other than the Black Market in South City, Nanyang City's streets were silent and still. Most people had long since drifted into dreams.

As Lu Changsheng stepped out of the Black Market, his gaze flicked to the side.

Vaguely, he seemed to see several figures skulking in the corners.

However, those furtive figures were not targeting Lu Changsheng. They appeared to be waiting for someone.

Lu Changsheng paid them no mind.

The Black Market was a mixed bag of fish and dragons, with all sorts of people in it. Even bloody fights were unavoidable every day.

Whoever they were waiting for had nothing to do with Lu Changsheng.

Lu Changsheng turned and left, his figure gradually vanishing into the night.

Shing.

Suddenly, Lu Changsheng heard the sound of weapons being drawn.

At the same time, a Red-clad Woman with her face veiled was intercepted by people hidden in the darkness.

"Li Hongzhuang, you've finally shown yourself. The master ordered us to wait here for you, and we've been guarding this place for days."

"People from the Zhao Clan?"

Without even thinking, Li Hongzhuang immediately ran.

But seven or eight martial artists suddenly leaped out from all around her. They were all from the Zhao Clan, and they surrounded Li Hongzhuang.

Li Hongzhuang's expression beneath her veil was exceedingly grave.

These seven or eight martial artists were all Bone Forging Realm martial artists.

With Zhao Ruoxiao slain, the Zhao Clan had flown into a thunderous rage and actually dispatched so many experts.

Even though Li Hongzhuang had a few tricks up her sleeve and was not weak herself, facing so many Bone Forging Realm martial artists, she feared that today would be more perilous than promising.

"Fine. If the Zhao Clan wants my life, then come and take it!"

Li Hongzhuang drew her blade as well.

She was a wanderer of the martial world. She had long anticipated a day like this.

Just as both sides stood with swords drawn and bows bent, a faint series of footsteps suddenly drifted through the silent night.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The footsteps came at a steady rhythm.

Someone seemed to be approaching, one step at a time.

The Zhao Clan men exchanged glances, their gazes turning toward the hazy darkness.

Within the night, a figure could already be faintly seen.

The newcomer wore black, with a conical hat and a veil concealing his face, making his features impossible to discern.

He seemed to carry no weapon, merely walking toward them step by step.

"Looks like you're in trouble."

The Black-Clad Man looked at Li Hongzhuang and spoke slowly.

Hearing that familiar voice, Li Hongzhuang shuddered all over. She remembered the Black-Clad Man's identity.

"It's you..."

The newcomer was naturally Lu Changsheng.

He had actually left earlier, but then unexpectedly heard the Female Stall Owner's familiar voice.

So he turned around and came back.

The Female Stall Owner was the red-clad woman before him, Li Hongzhuang.

As for those surrounding the Female Stall Owner, they were naturally men from the Zhao Clan.

"Looks like you need help."

Lu Changsheng's gaze swept one by one across the Zhao Clan Martial Artists.

Zhao Li, who stood at the front, felt his heart tighten. For some reason, he vaguely sensed that the Black-Clad Man before him was extremely dangerous.

It was his instinct!

Just a single glance had stirred a trace of unease in his heart.

Still, as a Zhao Clan Martial Artist, he stepped forward and stared at Lu Changsheng in warning. "Li Hongzhuang killed the Zhao Clan Heir. She and our Zhao Clan are locked in a feud to the death! This matter has nothing to do with you, sir. I hope you will not interfere."

Invoking the Zhao Clan name was meant to pressure Lu Changsheng.

Within Nanyang Prefecture, the Zhao Clan name still carried considerable intimidation.

Yet Lu Changsheng remained where he was, showing no intention of leaving.

Zhao Li's expression darkened. He fixed Lu Changsheng with a hard stare and said coldly, "Are you truly determined to make an enemy of my Zhao Clan?"

"Make an enemy of the Zhao Clan?"

"No. It is precisely because I don't want to make an enemy of the Zhao Clan that I have no choice but to kill all of you."

"As long as you're dead, the Zhao Clan naturally won't know that I was the one who acted. Then there will be no question of becoming enemies with the Zhao Clan."

The moment Lu Changsheng finished speaking, Zhao Li's expression changed drastically.

Whoosh.

Lu Changsheng's figure flickered slightly, seeming to vanish from sight.

Without even thinking, Zhao Li instinctively raised the blade in his hand before him.

Shhk.

A streak of White Light flashed.

Zhao Li felt a sharp pain in his throat.

Clang...

His blade fell to the ground.

Zhao Li clutched his neck tightly with both hands.

Yet blood still sprayed forth, staining his entire body red in the blink of an eye.

With a thud.

Zhao Li collapsed to the ground, and his body slowly stopped twitching.

A dignified Bone Forging Realm martial artist, yet he died without even being able to block a single move.

And it was not just Zhao Li.

The moment Lu Changsheng made his move, he went all out.

His figure appeared beside the Zhao Clan Martial Artists like a ghost.

Then, streaks of White Light flashed.

They were the gleam of a dagger.

Even Li Hongzhuang, who had watched the entire fight, had failed to see Lu Changsheng's attack speed clearly.

In only a few moments, more than a dozen corpses lay on the ground, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Lu Changsheng stood quietly before Li Hongzhuang, without so much as a drop of blood on him.

"The trouble has been dealt with," Lu Changsheng said calmly.

Looking at the corpses strewn across the ground, then at Lu Changsheng, Li Hongzhuang felt a faint chill in her heart.

Even though the man before her had helped her, she could not stop herself from feeling afraid.

"Thank you..." Li Hongzhuang's voice seemed to tremble.

"You seem to be short of money?" Lu Changsheng asked.

Li Hongzhuang had clearly already escaped, yet she had still risked coming to the Black Market.

It could only have been for money.

Gritting her teeth, Li Hongzhuang said, "Yes, I'm desperately short of silver."

"You're not helping me for no reason, are you?"

"Go on. What do you want?"

Lu Changsheng did not stand on ceremony and stated his demands directly. "Bone Forging Realm martial arts. Organ Refining Martial Arts would do as well, if you have them. And Martial Skills—I need a large number of Martial Skills!"

"Martial arts, Martial Skills..." Li Hongzhuang thought for a moment, then gritted her teeth. "As long as the silver is enough, there won't be a problem."

"Come with me..."

Lu Changsheng did not hesitate. Following behind Li Hongzhuang, the two quickly vanished into the night.