Selling Blood

Lu Yang thought to himself, No wonder you insisted on coming all the way to this godforsaken little place. Turns out you're here to sell your blood.

Pathetic.

Weren't you afraid the Feng Clan would find out and take out a rival?

Lu Yang had already decided that when the time came, he would step in and, as Ancestor Feng's senior brother, persuade the Feng Clan to leave Meng Jingzhou with his whole corpse.

"Two seniors, please wait." The two Golden Core Realm cultivators guarding the entrance to the hall politely stopped them, wanting to verify their cultivation levels.

Most people who came here had invitations and could simply show them. There were also Nascent Soul Realm cultivators from out of town who had no invitation, in which case their cultivation had to be verified.

Otherwise, if any masked stranger could enter the Nascent Soul hall, the black market would become a laughingstock.

"Are you talking to me?" Meng Jingzhou stopped and shot them a cold glance. A wisp of his Nascent Soul Realm aura drifted out, intimidating the two guards.

The two Golden Core guards hurriedly apologized, breaking out in a cold sweat. The other party was definitely a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, and at the very least, in the Nascent Soul Middle Stage!

"We wouldn't dare. Please, seniors, go in."

The two entered the hall, and the atmosphere changed abruptly. The place was brightly lit. A closer look revealed that the lamps were fueled by merfolk oil that had burned for a thousand years without going out!

The stuff was exorbitantly expensive and impossible to find on the market. It came from the merfolk of the Eastern Sea, a great clan qualified to attend the founding ceremony of the Demon Kingdom.

Merfolk oil lamps were difficult to make,