Black Market Journey

Chen Wang was secretly pleased and wasn't in a hurry to travel. He struck various poses in the air.

At first, it was unsteady, but it became more and more stable, and its movements became increasingly graceful, spinning and drifting.

In short, he went for the most provocative style possible, and Chen Wang nearly fell several times.

Every single time looked incredibly close!

Once, during a drift, he was thrown off balance, and Chen Wang was immediately startled! Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators can already briefly fly; he steadied himself in mid-air.

"Come!"

The Show Overlord Sword reappeared beneath his feet, and he regained his footing.

Chen Wang was still in shock.

Although I knew I would be fine, I still got a fright.

"I haven't felt this kind of heartbeat in a long time."

Chen Wang thought to himself.

Even though he had already been thrown out, Chen Wang still performed various maneuvers in the air while riding his sword, which was quite stylish.

Stiff yet stylish snake-like movements...

Stiff drifting...

Chen Wang's first long-haul flight was spent under these circumstances.

Normally, with his strength, it would only take him half a day to get to this Black Market, but he managed to get there after most of the day.

The main problem is the various large turns in the air, which take too long.

"Fortunately, there were no people in the sky and the traffic wasn't congested, otherwise we really wouldn't have been able to do our thing."

Chen Wang thought to himself.

At this moment, dark clouds filled the sky, and the sky grew increasingly gloomy, with rain seemingly imminent.

Chen Wang immediately frowned.

"Oh no! The waves are huge, and I didn't bring an umbrella!"

Chen Wang thought to himself.

Why should a Foundation Establishment Realm like himself be soaked to the bone while traveling? Chen Wang thought for a moment, then temporarily controlled his flying sword to lower its altitude, gradually looking down to find a place to land.

"Luckily, I don't have the habit of keeping a diary, otherwise today's diary would probably seem really ridiculous many years from now."

"Have I disgraced cultivators?"

However, after careful consideration, Chen Wang realized that there was no such thing.

"If you can't drift Sword Flight, then you haven't mastered it at all, you haven't grasped the essence of it!"

Chen Wang thought to himself.

To master these new skills, it's okay to travel a little slower.

He had already left the Red Cloud Sect, and the Spiritual Qi around him was no longer so dense.

As dusk fell, thunderclouds rolled across the sky, and lightning flashed through the dense clouds with a crackling sound.

Then came a low rumble of thunder.

Chen Wang looked down at the Show Overlord Sword at his feet.

"I've never thought about this before. In thunderstorms, if a cultivator Sword Flight, won't they get struck by lightning?"

Chen Wang thought to himself.

At this moment, Chen Wang discovered a temple, so he landed temporarily, put away his flying sword, and entered the temple.

The temple was extremely desolate and dilapidated, with withered vines climbing the walls and many fallen leaves rotting in the courtyard, giving off an unpleasant smell.

"What a lousy place!"

Chen Wang frowned. When he came in earlier, the signboard was nowhere to be found.

As dusk approached, entering the temple amidst thunder and lightning, one couldn't help but feel a chilling Yin Qi.

Just as Chen Wang entered the courtyard, a torrential downpour began from the sky, so Chen Wang quickly went inside.

He arrived at the main hall of the temple and found a clay statue there, but it only had half a body.

The other half lay on the ground, looking like a general.

The temple was in a very dilapidated state, with some of the doors and windows around it removed. The wind was blowing in and howling, sounding as if someone was chanting.

Chen Wang looked up and found that the tiles were still relatively intact and there was no leak.

Let's stay here for now.

Chen Wang shook his head.

Many folk temples enshrine images of generals or local benevolent people. These small temples also have many wild gods.

Moreover, these folk temples always give people a Yin Qi feeling, which makes people very uncomfortable.

If even those places with incense offerings are so dilapidated, then those that are desolate are even more severely damaged.

Chen Wang then gently waved his hand, and a cleaner spot appeared on the ground, where he sat down.

There was wood everywhere. Chen Wang picked up some, pointed at it, and a flame immediately shot up.

The wood quickly caught fire; it was very dry and crackled as it burned.

With the firelight, the main hall actually looked a bit more pleasing to the eye.

Chen Wang leaned against a large pillar whose red paint had peeled off, closed his eyes, and savored the day's training.

That's right, although he kept drifting and using all sorts of serpentine maneuvers, he was actually Sword Flight.

There is no doubt about that.

Chen Wang has always held this firm belief.

However, Chen Wang's understanding of sword control was indeed much deeper than that of ordinary people after practicing this set of techniques.

After all, there are always unexpected situations, and an ordinary person practicing Sword Control Technique probably wouldn't have so many insights.

Most of them are gradual, and who the hell wouldn't maintain their composure and elegance when riding a sword?

Cultivators sometimes Sword Flight, leaving behind legends in the mortal world and being called immortals.

But I've never heard of anyone who Sword Flight falling off the sword, or crashing into a tree or mountain peak, or swaying awkwardly and clumsily.

Chen Wang closed his eyes to process his insights from the day and to restore his Law Power.

After leaving the Red Cloud Sect, the Spiritual Qi was thin, better than in the Winter, but still very scarce.

Chen Wang shook his head. "No wonder so many cultivators abandon the hustle and bustle of the world and cultivate in seclusion in the mountains, living in wooden houses and eating Spirit Rice. The difference in the richness of Spiritual Qi is like heaven and earth."

The rain poured down as if it were falling directly down.

Rainwater fell on the tiles, making a pattering sound.

However, the wind gradually subsided, and it didn't sound so howling anymore.

Chen Wang's five senses were extremely sharp. Suddenly, he heard some faint footsteps and slightly opened his eyes.

Sure enough, soon the footsteps of several people grew heavier as they hurried over.

A group of people rushed into the dilapidated temple. They looked like merchants, and the leader was a big man with a thick beard, dark face, broad shoulders and a thick waist. He wore leg wraps and looked very capable.

These people were wearing coir raincoats, carrying swords around their waists, and some luggage. They had a kind of martial arts atmosphere.

The burly man with the thick beard who was in the lead came here as soon as he saw the firelight.

After entering, he clasped his hands in a fist and said politely, "My name is Meng Gaofeng. I was doing some business with a few brothers when we encountered a heavy rain on the way, so we came into this temple to take shelter from the wind and rain."

Chen Wang smiled and clasped his hands in response, "My name is Chen Wang. This temple is not my family's. I am here to take shelter from the rain. Please make yourself at home, brother."

Then the group sat down.

They saw that this handsome young man had an extraordinary appearance, with an ancient sword hanging at his waist, making him seem like a noble scion of a chivalrous Aristocratic Clan who roamed the land with a sword.

They all took off their raincoats and warmed themselves by the firelight.

Chen Wang scanned them with his Divine Sense and knew that these people were ordinary people, not cultivators.

Meng Gaofeng, the burly man with a thick beard, was the backbone of the group. After sitting down, he did not speak with Chen Wang.

After all, we've only just met, and it wouldn't be good to become too familiar with each other right away.

The men sat down to warm themselves by the fire, and took out their dry rations and wine to warm themselves up.

Meng Gaofeng still asked Chen Wang, "Young Master Chen, would you like some wine to warm yourself up?"

Chen Wang shook his head and smiled, "No need."

Meng Gaofeng smiled and didn't insist. The brothers sat around the fire drinking, eating, chatting and laughing, creating a lively atmosphere.

It added a touch of life to this dilapidated and desolate temple.

After some time, footsteps could be heard outside again, and more people entered the dilapidated temple.

The men who were drinking and laughing looked outside.

Chen Wang also turned his head slightly. With others around, he couldn't enter a meditative state, so he simply rested his mind and digested his insights into the Sword Control Technique.

The two who came in this time were a man and a woman. The man was a scholar, carrying a bamboo basket on his back. He looked rather thin, and his face had turned pale from being soaked in the rain.

The woman looked to be around twenty years old, with a beautiful face. Her clothes didn't look like those of an ordinary person; she seemed more like a wealthy heiress.

Her clothes were extremely thin, and now, soaked by the rain, they clung tightly to her body, revealing her curves and making her look very alluring.

When the scholar entered, he saw the firelight and so many people. He was so cold that he couldn't speak, so he could only stammer and cup his hands, saying, "Gentlemen, the rain is really too heavy. I came in to take shelter from the rain for now. I apologize for disturbing you."

The woman didn't speak; her lips were also a little blue from the cold. She followed closely behind the scholar.

Everyone's attention was inevitably drawn to her; her thin clothes, soaked through by the rain, made her an irresistible wet temptation.

These two people looked very thin and weak; after being caught in the rain, they would probably fall seriously ill.

A man laughed and tossed him a wine bag, "Young man, drink some wine to warm yourself up, or you'll inevitably fall seriously ill."

The scholar accepted the wine pouch and quickly bowed, saying, "Thank you, thank you!"

But just as he was about to drink, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and handed it to the woman.

"Miss Song, have some wine to warm yourself up."

The woman, whose clothes were soaked by the rain, nodded slightly, took the wine, and took a small sip.

Then I felt a warmth spreading through my body, and my trembling stopped.

The two men drank some wine and then sat down by the fire to warm themselves.

The young and beautiful woman huddled there, hugging her knees, her clothes soaked through, still feeling a chill.

You can vaguely see that her exposed calves are extremely fair.

As they chatted, they learned that the scholar's name was Zheng Feng, a poor scholar who was on his way to seek refuge with a distant relative in order to make a living.

The young woman's surname was Song. The two met on the road and traveled together.

As a result, we encountered this heavy rain and almost got lost in the dark in the mountains. Fortunately, there was a fire in the temple, which helped us get here.

A group of swordsmen, a poor scholar, a rich young lady, and a Desolate Mountain, a dilapidated temple, and a rainy night.

Chen Wang looked out the window at the pitch black outside and smiled to himself, "This trip down the mountain was definitely worthwhile."

Chen Wang looked up and scanned the group of people, finding the scene quite lively.

The men chatted and laughed, and the scholar gradually opened up as well.

This person was naturally humorous and spoke with great wit, which made the laughter of the crowd even louder.

However, ever since the man and woman came in, the burly man with the thick beard Meng Gaofeng, who was in the lead, hadn't said much.

His eyes kept glancing at the thinly dressed young woman.

A group of Blood Qi men, with such a beautiful woman among them, whose body is revealing a lot of skin, are bound to attract some attention.

The men would sometimes steal a glance, but Meng Gaofeng was more direct, and his gaze lingered for a longer time each time.

When there are young and beautiful women around, men tend to talk more, especially with the added influence of alcohol.

Among these burly-looking men, one wanted to curry favor with the wealthy heiress.

Meng Gaofeng raised his hand to stop him and said calmly, "You've had too much to drink."

The man's face flushed slightly as he smiled and said, "Brother, I haven't had too much to drink. You know my alcohol tolerance; two more jars wouldn't be a problem!"

Meng Gaofeng looked at the night outside and said in a deep voice, "Drink less and talk less."

The man paused for a moment, then laughed and asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Meng Gaofeng hesitated for a moment before saying, "Alright, alright, we've had enough wine, we should get going."

The men were taken aback.

"Brother, it's raining so hard outside, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Yes, the mountain roads are already rugged, and with this heavy rain, it's easy for accidents to happen."

Meng Gaofeng glanced at everyone. "What, does my word not carry weight?"

His face darkened, and his tone became harsher, so the others dared not make fun of him anymore.

"We need to travel through the night; how can we spend the night here?"

Although the others were somewhat puzzled by his words, they put away their wine jugs, sighed, and began to pack their things.

The lively drinking atmosphere was suddenly broken.

Meng Gaofeng hesitated for a moment, then turned to Chen Wang and said, "Young Master Chen, would you like to travel together?"

That's completely nonsensical.

But Chen Wang understood. He smiled and said, "No need. The rain is too heavy. It's more comfortable to stay in the temple."

Meng Gaofeng said, "I think this temple is old and dilapidated and not very sturdy. I'm afraid it will collapse in the rain if we sleep there. Where is Young Master Chen going? Why don't we find another place to stay?"

He led the group to leave.

But now the temperature in the hall seemed to have dropped even lower, becoming increasingly cold.

The fire in the room flickered and crackled more rapidly.

Miss Song, whose thin clothes were already soaked by the rain, stood up and said softly, "Does this gentleman think it's inconvenient for a woman like me to be in the temple?"

This woman spoke with a natural air of fragility and a very gentle tone. Coupled with her pitiful appearance, she was even more endearing and made one want to cherish and protect her.

One of the men said, "Miss Song, don't overthink it, that's not what my brother meant."

Meng Gaofeng said with a stern face, "Little Liu, shut your mouth!"

He glanced at Chen Wang, sighed inwardly, turned to look at the woman, and said calmly, "Miss Song, you're overthinking it. We do have some business to attend to, so we'll take our leave now."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Miss Song lowered her head and began to sob, a sight that was truly heartbreaking.

"This man must be disgusted by my presence in this temple as a weak woman. If he thinks there is a difference between men and women and looks down on me, I will leave now!"

Meng Gaofeng thought for a moment and said, "You can leave if you want."

Everyone: "..."

The scholar, his face flushed with anger, suddenly stood up and said, "How could you treat Miss Song like this?"

At this moment, Miss Song lowered her head and sobbed, and she slowly walked towards the burly man with a thick beard.

Thank you all for your support! An extra chapter has been added!