After hearing the man's explanation, Xu Yan waved his hand, and a spirit stone landed in the broker's palm.
"All right, you can leave now."
Now that he knew where the Black Market was, the broker was of little further use.
He had many Spirit Treasures in his Storage Bag that he needed to dispose of, all taken from cultivators he had killed. Selling them openly under his identity as a Guest Elder of the Crimson Sun Sect would draw far too much attention.
The eastern region of the Fire Prosperity Kingdom bordered the Jade Radiance Kingdom, and cultivators frequently traveled between the two. It would be perfectly normal to encounter cultivators from the Six Immortal Sects of Fufeng Commandery here.
The quick-witted rogue cultivator happily took the spirit stone, thanked him, and hurried away, disappearing from sight.
Xu Yan continued unhurriedly toward the Ancient Market, browsing a few shops along the way. When he emerged again, he had become a scar-faced cultivator.
"What a rip-off!" Xu Yan reached up and touched his cheek. He was now wearing a disposable disguise mask that could transform into various appearances according to a cultivator's wishes. It could last around ten days, and even Golden Core cultivators would struggle to see through it with their divine sense.
Apparently, the presence of the Black Market had led many shops to sell all manner of disguise Spirit Artifacts. The mask he was wearing had cost him a full thousand low-grade spirit stones, leaving his heart aching.
After checking his bearings, he headed straight toward the Black Market at a brisk pace.
About the time it took to drink a cup of tea later, the dilapidated Pill Workshop the broker had mentioned appeared in his sight.
"Qingyun Pill Workshop"
A battered signboard hung askew, its four