"Yao and Mo?"
As the moon set in the sky, Fang Xi held the black market wooden token in his hand, still somewhat puzzled.
According to Mu Canglong, Yao probably corresponded to some powerful monster beasts, but Mo? It seemed somewhat mysterious, not belonging to the demonic beasts or demon cultivators of the cultivation world...
"But, am I finally going to come into contact with the high-level resources of this world?"
He looked ahead at the bridge, his expression slightly excited.
According to Mu Canglong's introduction, the black market of Heishi City was located at the 'Moon Bridge'. Every first and fifteenth day of the month... holding the wooden token voucher, one could board a wooden boat from the bridge and enter the real black market!
At this moment, Fang Xi had naturally changed into a set of night clothes, coupled with a bamboo hat, making it impossible for others to see his figure and face clearly.
Arriving at the Moon Bridge, he indeed saw a black canopy boat moored at the shore, waiting.
"Who goes there?" a old man on the boat, propelling it with a bamboo pole, asked.
"Someone going to the black market," Fang Xi replied.
"Do you have the token?"
"Here you go!"
After tossing the wooden token over, the old man glanced at it, respectfully returned it, and let Fang Xi board the boat.
On the boat, there were several other black-clothed individuals, keeping a certain distance from each other, silent.
After waiting for the time it takes for three incense sticks to burn, the old man propelled the boat with the bamboo pole, and the black canopy boat drifted away under the moonlight.
A thin mist rose, and the surrounding buildings became indistinct.
After an unknown amount of time passed, the small boat docked on a riverbank.
"We've arrived," the old man's voice came.
Fang Xi stepped off the boat, his feet landing on a damp muddy ground.
Looking around, it seemed to be a position on a lake island, with many people setting up stalls and selling goods.
The only few buildings were simple wooden structures, looking extremely crude.
"This black market... is completely different from what I imagined."
"So much simplicity."
Fang Xi's mouth twitched slightly as he blended into the crowd.
"Brother, interested in martial arts? The Iron Sword Sect's secret Eighteen Forms of Iron-Cutting Sword Technique, combined with the Divine Intent Diagram, are all here!"
At a stall, a veiled stall owner was loudly promoting.
Fang Xi glanced at the stack of secret manuals and shook his head before leaving.
Without even looking, he knew that the Divine Intent Diagram was not something that could be easily replicated.
"Come and see, high-quality slaves... Look at this skin, these teeth... Clearly from a wealthy family, raising them for a few years will definitely yield a great beauty!"
At another stall, they were even selling people!
Fang Xi glanced over and saw several anxious-looking young boys and girls, instantly recalling the recent rumors of children from wealthy families going missing in the city, feeling a chill in his heart.
It seemed that the control and deterrence of the Great Liang Dynasty were quite limited!
"The black market is indeed quite dark."
"Unfortunately, I don't have the power to do as I please now."
After muttering to himself, he followed Mu Canglong's directions and arrived in front of a wooden house.
The wooden house was very simple, and Fang Xi sniffed a strong scent of blood.
In the grass around the wooden house, faint white bones could be seen.
"Is this the channel for the demonic meat trade between Mu Canglong and the Baiyun Martial Hall?"
Fang Xi muttered to himself and walked in.
The interior of the wooden house was very dark, with a lamp burning, its flame on the wick a bright green color.
Accompanied by the burning lamp oil, a strange fragrance permeated the surroundings.
Fang Xi swallowed, feeling a bit hungry unexpectedly.
"This lamp oil... doesn't seem right."
Just as he was pondering, a deep voice suddenly sounded, "Are you here to buy meat?"
Fang Xi looked over and couldn't help but inhale sharply.
On the side of the house, there was a 'mountain of meat' piled up!
It was a real mountain of meat, probably two to three meters high, layers of white fat piled up, the loose skin covered in grease.
This was an unimaginably obese person!
"At least a thousand catties in weight!"
Fang Xi's voice was low, "I heard... that there is demonic meat for sale here? Rest assured, I understand the rules."
As he spoke, he tossed the wooden token.
The mountain of meat took the wooden token, casually glanced at it, and smiled, "So you're a regular customer... Rest assured, the quality of the meat here is the best!"
As he spoke, he opened his fan-like large hand behind him and grabbed a piece of meat.
Snap!
A white piece of meat was thrown in front of Fang Xi.
This lump of meat weighed at least five to six catties, without a trace of red blood, and it seemed to lack the muscle and tendon patterns.
"This feeling... is quite similar to lamp oil?"
Fang Xi glanced at it and made a judgment in his mind.
"My meat here is one hundred taels of silver per catty."
"Alright!"
Fang Xi nodded, took out a gold leaf, which he had specially prepared for the transaction.
After all, carrying too much silver on him was not very convenient.
"I have one hundred gold leaves on me, totaling one hundred taels of gold. The official exchange rate is ten taels of silver for one tael of gold, equivalent to a thousand taels of silver. Let's start with ten catties of meat."
After Fang Xi finished speaking and took out the gold leaf, the meat mountain on the other side seemed to be stunned.
After a moment, he laughed, "Good... straightforward, I, 'Han Fatty,' like straightforward people like you!"
As he spoke, he grabbed another piece of demonic meat and threw it down, probably weighing five to six catties.
"This piece, along with the previous one, definitely exceeds ten catties. Consider the extra as a gift from me... Life is short, and only eating meat is the greatest joy... But remember, don't eat too much and end up killing yourself, hahaha..."
Han Fatty kept laughing, causing the entire wooden house to tremble.
Fang Xi clasped his hands, wrapped the ten catties of meat in a cloth and carried it on his back, bidding farewell and leaving.
After buying the items he wanted, he did not choose to stay in the black market but left directly.
On the way back, he naturally took a boat first and then disembarked under the Moon Bridge.
As Fang Xi turned and walked into an alley, he suddenly sighed, "Why have you been following me for so long?"
At the end of the alley, a black-clothed figure had appeared at some point.
He sneered in response, "Good kid, not bad skills... You were able to get so much meat from Han Fatty, obviously you're not poor. Hand it over to me!"
While the man was still at the end of the alley when he spoke, by the time the last word fell, he was already in front of Fang Xi, throwing a fierce punch like a rolling stone.
"Rolling Stone Fist?!"
Fang Xi smiled slightly, realizing that the man was also using martial arts from a martial hall, which he had seen practitioners from the Panshi Martial Hall use during his martial arts studies.
At this moment, facing the attack, he remained calm and flipped his palm, turning his palm pitch black, and struck out.
Bang!
As their fists clashed, the surging forces of qi and blood collided, emitting a dull sound.
The black-clothed man grunted, stepping back several steps, and exclaimed, "Qi and blood transformation? How is that possible?"
He had long heard of the young masters in the city!
This time, he also heard that the opponent's voice was not old, so he chose to attack!
But he did not expect to encounter a tough opponent!
"You are also a master of Qi and blood transformation, and you are from the Panshi Martial Hall!"
Fang Xi nodded and then shook his head, "Why seek death?"
"Hmph! Although the White Cloud Palm is vicious, it may not be able to deal with me."
The black-clothed man shouted loudly, his fists like thunder, with an extremely imposing momentum.
Although the Rolling Stone Fist didn't sound pleasant, it did live up to its name. Once it started, with continuous strikes, it could accumulate power like a rolling snowball, delivering a shocking blow.
The longer it lasted, the more powerful it became!
Fang Xi was about to focus his mind to respond when the corner of his mouth twitched suddenly.
But just as the black-clothed man shouted and turned to run... ran...
"Why the hell am I fighting to the death with another Qi and blood transformation martial artist?"
The black-clothed man turned and ran, feeling quite annoyed.
Looking closely at his fists, black marks were already left behind, indicating that the Poison Palm had also harmed him.
"A master from the White Cloud Martial Hall, I'll remember this enmity..."
Just as he was about to say something fierce, his vision suddenly blurred, and he saw Fang Xi!
With the Red Snake Leg enhancing his agility, Fang Xi's speed was also quite fast!
Seeing this, the black-clothed man couldn't help but feel despair, "Are you... really going to kill me?"
"Not at all, not at all..."
Fang Xi smiled slightly, "You are a master of Qi and blood transformation, right? I just wanted to ask you to participate in an experiment..."
After speaking, Fang Xi focused his mind and recited a spell.
As he rapidly chanted a spell, his internal energy circulated, gathering on the fingers of his right hand.
Then, he gently raised his hand, and several sword energies surged out.
Qingzhu Mountain Spirit Farmer's Weed-Cutting Sword Technique - Geng Metal Weed-Slashing Sword!
While the black-clothed man was still puzzled, terrifying wounds suddenly appeared on his body, spewing blood outward!
"What... what kind of martial art is this?"
He half-knelt on the ground, his face under the veil showing an expression of disbelief.
"Innate Invisible Sword Qi!"
Fang Xi stood with his hands behind his back, displaying the demeanor of a master.
At the same time, he recorded the details of this experiment in his mind.
"A small spell from the Foundation Building stage, still has considerable killing power against Qi and blood transformation martial artists..."
"I... I..."
The black-clothed man wanted to curse, but he couldn't get the words out.
This was a martial art?!
Even the masters of the martial halls, no! The great masters of Yuanhe Mountain, might not be able to do something as outrageous as separating strength from the body to harm others, right?
Unfortunately, before he could finish his curse, a flash of green sword shadow appeared.
The headless body of the black-clothed man fell, blood quickly overflowing.
"With a top-tier artifact, it's as easy as cutting vegetables..."
Fang Xi sighed, retracting the 'Green Wheat Sword', somewhat dissatisfied, "Next time... I'll find a martial hall master to test my sword."
(End of this chapter)