Three years later.
"Ma'am, what does this white jade ring do?"
"It can withstand three full-power attacks from someone in the Profound Dragon Realm (Emperor-Rank Second Step)."
"!! I'll take it! How much?"
"No money. Barter only."
"Then do you want this?"
"Yes, but it's not enough!"
"What about this?"
"Not enough."
"What about this?"
"...Do I look like a scrap dealer to you?"
"..."
The midday sunshine was warm and pleasant.
Inside the brightly lit Kangna's Many Treasures Shop.
Jiang Yang lay on a recliner, his eyes slightly narrowed as he basked in the sun.
At the same time, he watched Kangna haggle with a customer, a rare visitor to the little shop.
It was great fun.
This was a merchant of the Devil Clan. Who knew how he had discovered this out-of-the-way little shop? Clearly, his luck was excellent.
Back when the Winter Calamity arrived, disagreements within the Devil Clan had split them into two groups.
One group believed they should honor their promise to the gods, guarding the seal that suppressed the Demon Cup for the gods for all eternity. Even in dire straits, they would never retreat.
The other group believed that the survival of their race mattered more than their oath. They abandoned their mission of guarding the Demon Abyss and chose to head south with half their people.
The Devil Ghost Race who remained in the north were now few in number, but every one of them was powerful.
They, too, had abandoned the Magic Potion Method and created a method suited to themselves, one that carried a faintly evil aura.
But their faith remained extremely firm for the time being.
As for the Devil Ghost Race who had headed south, their formidable strength initially gave them considerable influence among the South Nations.
But