"Master, the most common thing in the Outer Sea of Death is killing people and robbing their wealth! When you run into a fat sheep, you take them down in a few moves, toss them into the sea, and it is as if they had never appeared at all.
"But martial artists whose cultivation has reached the Pulse Forging Realm or Palace Opening Realm all have roots and backing. Some things are inconvenient to sell openly, so this black market came into being!
"And besides, the various islands impose rather heavy taxes in their pursuit of wealth. Some items can only be purchased by the authorities, and the prices are terribly unfair, so this black market arose in response.
"If others want to enter this black market, they must have an acquaintance vouch for them. But Master has me, so there is no need for all that trouble!"
Along the way, Shi Bei continuously introduced things to Ye Zhen.
To put it bluntly, the black market on Ancient Monster Island also had some official backing. Everyone understood that it was better to channel than to block; otherwise, this black market would not have been so openly established in Demon Spirit Workshop, the bustling district of Ancient Monster City.
Led by Shi Bei, Ye Zhen passed through no fewer than three layers of protective formations before entering a rather vast underground space.
Scattered throughout the underground space sat more than a hundred martial artists with surging auras. In front of each of them lay a selection of goods.
Regardless of the strength of their auras, these martial artists all shared one trait: their faces were always veiled by a faint layer of spiritual energy, concealing their true appearances.
Several hundred martial artists of varying cultivation levels moved among them, occasionally lingering