Several days later.
In a dense forest.
The light was dim, with only a few luminous pearls hanging high above, shedding a faint, lustrous glow.
Amid the overlapping shadows, several furtive figures drifted in.
Fang Qing wore a bamboo hat and a black cloak, mingling among them.
Clearly, he had come to attend another exchange meeting—one with the flavor of a black market.
This time, I need to show off just enough wealth to attract a few Cultivator Bandits, but not enough to catch the eye of any Dao Foundation cultivators.
Fang Qing's gaze flickered as he prepared to use his mana to forcibly convert a fated person into his disciple, turning them into his eyes and ears.
With his current Qi Ingestion Eighth Layer mana, combined with a full set of high-grade magical artifacts and Second-Order talismans, he could defeat even an expert at the Qi Ingestion Ninth Layer. So long as he did not provoke a Dao Foundation cultivator, he was basically fearless.
Of course, before acting, he would certainly use divination to calculate fortune and misfortune. He would not let himself get dragged into danger.
At this moment, he had concealed four layers of cultivation with the Dao-Born Pearl, disguising himself as a Qi Ingestion Fourth Layer cultivator.
It was not that he did not want to go lower, but if some little fellow at the first or second layer of Qi Ingestion flaunted wealth at an exchange meeting, it would instead look rather like fishing with bait.
He leaned half against a pine tree. After waiting for a while, he saw more than thirty people gather around him.
"Everyone... you know the rules, right? Payment and goods settled on the spot; once outside the forest, we know no one."
A tall male cultivator with a hoarse