Night had fallen. Zhao Feng put on a human-skin mask and quietly left the city, heading for the Three-Mountain Trading Post ten li outside Qingzhou Prefecture.
This month's underground black market was being held at the Three-Mountain Trading Post.
Zhao Feng planned to sell several treasure weapons he had seized earlier and had no use for, along with some cultivation methods.
He also wanted to try finding a Metal Element Treasure that could refine his true qi.
I haven't found what I need at the black market for several months running, and there hasn't been any relevant news at the auctions either. If I come away empty-handed again this time, I'll stop wasting time trying my luck at the black market and just focus on completing missions to accumulate merit points.
Not long after leaving the city, just as he was about to enter a sparse grove of scholar trees, Zhao Feng suddenly frowned. That unsettling feeling from before crept over him again.
It felt as though a pair of eyes were fixed on his back, their gaze sharp as a blade and filled with undisguised malice. His heart sank. This is bad. Someone's watching me.
Zhao Feng did not turn around immediately. Instead, he tightened his grip on the Mountain Burner Spear wrapped in a cloth sack. True qi suddenly erupted from his hands, blasting the sack into flying scraps. Without even looking back, he twisted his body and unleashed a Turning Spear Strike! Spear aura shot out!
But a force lightly deflected that spear aura, immediately sending it off course into an old scholar tree. Crack! The trunk burst apart!
Zhao Feng's heart sank. He turned and held his spear across his body, fixing his gaze ahead.
A black-robed man emerged from the shadows of the grove behind