Yi Yang had timed his attack perfectly. First, he had hidden his aura with the Breath-Concealing Art, then waited for his opponent to lower his guard and walk into the ambush. His very first slash had aimed to sever a limb. Once Helian Zhu lost an arm, the chain hammer was half crippled.
But a weapon like this really was difficult to sell. Few martial artists used chain hammers to begin with, and even fewer could wield one at the Supreme-Grade Treasure Artifact level. The pool of buyers was far too narrow.
Yi Yang put the chain hammer back into the ring and kept it for now, planning to dispose of it once he found a suitable channel.
As for pills, there were a few bottles of cultivation aids for the Profound Connection Realm, of middling quality and limited quantity. There were also three tubes of poison powder, two hidden weapon cases sealed with wax, and half a bottle of Corpse-Dissolving Water.
Yi Yang took out the Corpse-Dissolving Water separately and hefted it. There was enough left for two or three uses.
He had grown increasingly practiced at using the stuff. He had never gone without it since the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains. It was truly a must-have for home and travel.
The final item made him look twice.
It was a palm-sized fragment of parchment, its edges ragged, with several winding lines drawn across it.
They were neither writing nor formation patterns. The lines on the fragment varied in thickness and followed no discernible pattern, as though someone had scratched them on at random.
Yi Yang turned it over and examined it for a long while, but could make nothing of it.
He tried probing it with his Divine Sense. There was no residual true qi on the parchment.