Trading Black Market

The Corpse Remnant Gu lay quietly inside a gu-jade box in a black market shop. Its insect body was shriveled and gray, devoid of the lustrous sheen of a spirit gu, like a decayed piece of rotten wood. Its aura was dim and restrained, perfectly matching its reputation as a Weird Gu.

Zhou Feng stood in the darkness, his gaze resting on the gu insect, his mind already completely made up.

This was precisely the concealment method he needed most right now.

But the moment the thought arose, a thread of vigilance surged into his heart, instantly extinguishing his urge to buy it.

He could not buy it.

He absolutely could not leave behind any public trace.

Nine Void Mountain was now in a state where every rustle of wind and cry of crane caused alarm. The entire mountain was under strict investigation, and any slight disturbance would be magnified without limit.

The Corpse Remnant Gu was inherently an obscure Weird Gu, with extremely specialized uses. It was only suited for stealth, ambushes, and secret dealings.

As an active clerk of the Tax Gu Division, Zhou Feng usually performed his duties obediently and showed no trace whatsoever of cultivating Weird Gu. If he suddenly bought a Corpse Remnant Gu now, it would be the greatest possible flaw.

Once the theft of the Qian Household Treasury came to light and the sect investigated every clue, they could easily trace the black market transaction records straight to him.

No matter how secretive or low-key the transaction was, as long as money changed hands, there would be a trail of circulation and witnesses to investigate. Sooner or later, the source would be traced and dug up.

Having someone else buy it would not work either.

Whether he spent money to hire someone or