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Chapter 79: The local gang is so rude!
Yulong Territory, Black Mountain Kingdom.

As one of the smallest countries in the Yulong Territory, this secular dynasty with only eighteen counties and a mortal population of just over twenty million is in a very embarrassing position.

It is located at the junction of Yulong Domain and the other four domains.

This has led to cultivators from all over the world gathering here, and then heading to other regions to cultivate immortals.

In theory, this geographical environment is very good.

But such a country can never develop.

Because there are too many independent cultivators, and each of them is capable of causing trouble.

However, due to the scarcity of spiritual veins in the area, there is only one family that can develop and practice the art of cultivating immortals.

This also resulted in the "official" forces being unable to deter these highly skilled and daring cultivators, which further led to the increasingly chaotic situation in the Montenegrin country's cultivation world.

Unrestrained cultivators from all sides are joining together in this place in Montenegro. How can the people of Montenegro be spared from the blessing?
But such a chaotic place was the first stop of Zhang Wei's travels.

Because his target is the Black Mountains!

The legendary ruins of the Yunya Immortal Sect’s mountain gate is Zhang Wei’s target!

The Black Mountain Range stretches for tens of thousands of miles, covering most of the Black Mountain Kingdom. It got its name due to the Filthy Stone Black Rain disaster thousands of years ago, when the entire mountain range was burned black by the demonic flames that lasted for several years.

Even today, more than 5,000 years later, some people can still see some ruined buildings in the Black Mountain Range, and vaguely feel some of the charm of the ancient Yunya Immortal Sect.

Sitting in a wobbly and shabby carriage with a group of companions, Zhang Wei opened his right hand and looked at the Yang Lei Curse Seal in his palm. Zhang Wei recalled his fate with the Yunya Immortal Sect in his mind.

The technique he practiced was the "Heavenly Thunder Spirit Refining Art" passed down by the Yunya Immortal Sect, and the Yang Thunder Curse Seal on the palm of his right hand was a relic of the Yunya Immortal Sect that was obtained by Yunyang, a master of the Yunshang Sect, when he traveled to the Black Mountain Kingdom.

To round it off, I can still be considered an unregistered disciple of the Yunya Immortal Sect!

Although the Yang Thunder Curse Seal is now of little help to Zhang Wei due to the contamination of turbid air, Zhang Wei is still reluctant to discard it.

Take it, just in case it comes in handy when you're looking for the Yunya Immortal Sect ruins? For example, don't some secret places require proof of identity from their owners?

After all, this Yang Lei Curse Seal could only be made by a master of Zifu. Such an existence, even if it was placed five or six thousand years ago, would be considered a small boss. I think his status in the Yunya Immortal Sect is not low.

So it’s better to keep it.

At this time, the creaking and dilapidated carriage stopped.

"arrive!"

The driver's cold voice was heard, and Zhang Wei and a group of passengers got off the car one after another, then looked up at the gate of Heisha County City in Heishan Kingdom not far away.

The reason for taking the carriage was simply because I was tired from flying and wanted to get off the carriage to rest. I also wanted to see if the local environment was the same as what was recorded in the book, which would also help me gain some experience.

Zhang Wei also wanted to compile his experiences into a book and show it to those little bastards in his tribe after returning to his hometown.

As soon as he reached the city gate, several sentries on duty extended their hands to the firewood sellers who were entering the city in front of Zhang Wei.

"Entrance fee: one cent."

Zhang Wei's expression froze, and he subconsciously checked his Sumeru Ring and mustard seed bag.

It was filled with all kinds of rare treasures, as well as at least one hundred thousand taels of spiritual stones and tens of thousands of taels of gold and silver.

But there are no copper coins!

After using high-end currency so much, Zhang Wei almost forgot what the copper coin looked like. He had only used copper metal in some experiments!
Zhang Wei had a blank expression on his face. He applied the Tongchen Technique on it with a thought, and then walked into the city. No one along the way noticed that a foundation-building master had just escaped!
"Should I write this experience in a book? When I go back and show it to my family, will they learn bad things from me when they see me running away from the bill?"

Zhang Wei muttered to himself, and then wandered around the city of Heisha County.

Then, his first feeling about the city was.

chaos!
Very very messy!

Even though he had read relevant records in "Records of the Five Regions", Zhang Wei was still shocked by the security situation in Montenegro.

Just in the half of the street he walked, he saw no less than three groups of martial arts heroes fighting, and there was blood. There was also a group of thugs who dragged passers-by into the alley to rob them.

Everyone looked as if they were used to it, and some even watched from a distance.

Compared with this place, Da Piaoliang is really beautiful!
After using some means to inquire about the specific information around Black Sand City from the local rats, Zhang Wei walked out of the alley with dozens of copper coins in his hand that the other party had enthusiastically contributed.

After putting the copper coins into the mustard bag, Zhang Wei turned his attention to the mountain range outside Heisha City that surrounded the seven counties of Heishan Kingdom.

"The black market."

The so-called black market, as the name suggests, is a place specifically used to deal with some shady things. When Zhang Wei was reading novels in his previous life, he had seen the existence of such commercial organizations many times.

Unfortunately, after he came to the Five Realms, he had not heard much about the black market near Izumo Market.

Because of the different environment, the cultivation world of Black Mountain Kingdom does not have four foundation-building families and one Yunshang Sect to help manage it like the Yun Kingdom did in the past.

Stable life and relatively safe environment directly reduce the soil for the survival of the black market. Even if there are shady transactions, they are limited to a small number of people, just like what Zhang Wei saw in Linglong Market.

Of course, he wouldn't go even if he was there.

The black market was not a place for him who was only in the late stage of Qi Refining at that time.

But Montenegro is different.

It's such a mess here.

Whether it is the mortal world or the world of immortals.

This is why black markets are so popular in the Montenegrin Mountains. Basically, there is a black market specializing in dealing in dirty goods nearby in every developed city.

Even...even the things of the devil can be dealt with here!

That night, Zhang Wei hid his skills and came to the black market location that Lao Sun mentioned.

This is a small circular canyon inside a black mountain. At this moment, it is brightly lit. Thousands of martial artists with a fierce aura are walking around in it, and from time to time they pick up blood-stained objects from roadside stalls and look at them.

But Zhang Wei was not interested in this. He also knew that the vendors on the outermost edge were just peripheral members of the black market, and the real drama was inside.

After walking through the circular valley, Zhang Wei came to the innermost part of the valley. He quickly saw through the shallow illusion cover and directly pushed open a door built on the mountain wall and walked in.

Crunch~~
The wooden door groaned, and the harsh sound could be heard from far away in the black market of immortal cultivators.

Only then did Zhang Wei begin to look at this so-called black market for immortal cultivators.

To put it simply, it is a corridor dug in the valley, with cave dwellings and counters dug inward on both sides, representing stores. The end of the corridor leads directly to the mountain wall on the other side, obviously for the monks to look around, buy things, and then leave directly.

At this time, there were several casual cultivators in the early and middle stages of Qi Refining wandering in the black market. When they saw Zhang Wei coming in, they just glanced at him and turned away.

Zhang Wei used the power of his spiritual mind to investigate, then randomly found a store and walked in.

The setting of the shop was similar to that of a bar counter. As soon as Zhang Wei sat down on the chair, a well-dressed middle-aged monk came over.

He handed Zhang Wei a glass of wine and asked, "What do you want?"

The whole thing is quite romantic.

Zhang Wei took a look at the wine glass and had no desire to drink it. He just asked, "What do you have here?"

The middle-aged monk sneered and said, "You can have whatever you want."

Zhang Wei: "I want the essence of heaven and earth."

"Cough cough..."

The middle-aged monk coughed a few times, then said unkindly, "Are you here to cause trouble?" Zhang Wei said innocently, "You can get whatever you want."

The middle-aged monk's face darkened. He stretched out his fingers and tapped the countertop, and said faintly, "Boy, do you want to cause trouble?"

As if he was afraid of the middle-aged cultivator, Zhang Wei put away his playful smile and said seriously: "Do you have anything from the Ancient Immortal Sect or the Yunya Immortal Sect?"

After hearing the words "Yunya Xianzong", the middle-aged cultivator's pupils shrank, and then he smiled and said, "Yes, but we brothers have worked hard to find them in the Black Mountain, so the price will be very high."

Zhang Wei snorted coldly: "It depends on whether your stuff is worth anything. If it's just a pile of broken tiles, you should take it back and make soup for your mother!"

Zhang Wei's words were very impolite, but the middle-aged monk didn't seem to care at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, we guarantee that you will be satisfied with our treasures!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged monk took out a large pile of things from behind the counter and introduced them, "This is a first-class magic weapon, the Purple Lightning Claw!"

"When it was intact, it should have been a second-tier or even third-tier magic weapon. Unfortunately, it was destroyed by the turbid air. But after being repaired, it has the power of a first-tier top-grade magic weapon!"

"And this, the seed of the spiritual plant Qinglei Fruit! This is an extremely rare seed of a spiritual plant of the thunder element. If it can be planted successfully..."

The middle-aged monk preached incessantly, his enthusiasm even more than that in regular stores, but unfortunately, none of these things caught Zhang Wei's attention.

However, it can also be seen from this that Black Mountain is worthy of being the gate of the Yunya Immortal Sect. Even after five or six thousand years, the people here can occasionally find some heritage of the Yunya Immortal Sect in the Wanli Mountains.

Zhang Wei picked and chose among a pile of things until he put his hand on a stone tablet engraved with a black lightning rune.

Looking at the familiar lightning rune, Zhang Wei couldn't help but frown and asked, "Is this... a curse seal?"

"good eyesight!"

The middle-aged cultivator immediately complimented him, “This is the Yin Thunder Curse Seal, a talisman that only the Purple Mansion Master can refine! Although it has been affected by the turbid air and has not been repaired by the Purple Mansion Master for thousands of years, it can only exert the power of the thunder method of the late stage of Qi Refining, but it is also quite impressive.”

Zhang Wei took the seal and compared it with the Yang Lei seal in the palm of his right hand. He found that the production techniques of the two seals were very similar. It seemed that they were most likely from the same set of talismans!
"Yang thunder...Yin thunder..."

Zhang Wei said with emotion: "It can be considered fate."

Then Zhang Wei pushed the Yin Lei Curse Seal to the middle-aged cultivator and said, "This is it. By the way, give me a map of the Black Mountain Range."

The middle-aged monk immediately smiled and said, "Okay, sincere, three thousand taels of spiritual stones!"

Zhang Wei: “It’s too expensive.”

He had only spent more than five hundred taels of gold to buy the Yang Lei Curse Seal, which according to the exchange rate in the world of independent cultivators was only more than one thousand taels of spirit stones.

This middle-aged monk actually asked for three times the price right away. He really deserves to be in the black market.

The middle-aged monk froze, and then spat unkindly: "It's expensive, don't buy it!"

Zhang Wei bargained, "1,500 yuan, will you sell it?"

The middle-aged monk said angrily, "Impossible, are you here to ruin my business? How can you bargain like that? The most I can ask for is 2,800 yuan."

Zhang Wei: “One thousand and two.”

The middle-aged monk was stunned. It was the first time he saw Zhang Wei bargaining like this in the black market. Was he really not afraid of being beaten to death on the way?
Just when the middle-aged monk was about to get angry, Zhang Wei suddenly shrugged and said with a smile: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, okay?"

Middle-aged monk: "..."

After paying the two thousand eight hundred taels of spirit stones, Zhang Wei strolled around the black market again and asked about the news about the Yunya Immortal Sect. After getting more or less the same information, he ended his exploration and headed towards a special shop.

Unlike other black market stores where most of the goods sold are of illegal origin, this black market not only sells things but also collects them.

And the things collected and sold are very weird!

There was a lantern emitting red light hanging at the door, giving people a chilling feeling. As for what kind of creature the lantern came from, Zhang Wei had the answer in his mind after looking at the vague facial features on it.

It is obvious that this is a magic shop.

Although the demon cultivators are not tolerated by the righteous ways of the Five Realms for personal reasons, since everyone is in the black market, the eldest brother should stop laughing at the second brother.

Zhang Wei walked into the store and found that it was much more gloomy than other stores, and the things hanging on the wall were also very scary.

But after getting used to it, you can think of it as a haunted shop, except that the things sold here are real.

There was a short and fat old man sitting in the store. Just looking at his face, it was hard to tell that he was a demon cultivator. One would just think he was an ordinary fat old man.

But his cultivation had actually reached the late stage of Qi Refining.

The short and fat old man raised his eyelids, glanced at Zhang Wei and said, "This is not a place for people like you."

"You can't judge a person by his appearance, fellow Taoist."

Zhang Wei smiled and took out a black-green bead from his pocket and placed it on the table, saying, "Take a look, how much is this worth?"

The short and fat old man, who was originally quite calm, suddenly opened his eyes wide after seeing the bead. A gleam of light flashed in his turbid gray eyes, and he exclaimed: "This is... a second-level corpse-containing spirit bead!"

As he spoke, the short and fat old man looked at Zhang Wei strangely, and said meaningfully: "Ever since the Corpse Demon Sect encountered a joint attack by three sects in Linglong Domain Yunguo 25 years ago, the corpse-raising lineage has fallen into decline. I didn't expect that fellow Taoist still has the Corpse Demon Sect's famous Corpse Containing Spirit Orb. It's really unbelievable."

What Zhang Wei took out was naturally one of the spoils he had obtained from Taoist Lu. Strictly speaking, the second-level corpse-nourishing spirit bead was a second-level talisman, specifically used to nourish second-level corpse puppets.

Although a second-order corpse puppet cannot be strictly considered a foundation-building combat force, for the demon cultivators who specialize in corpse cultivation, it is the capital for them to dominate the Qi Refining Realm.

The short and fat old man said at this time: "Although the second-level spirit beads are good, it is a pity that it is difficult to find buyers now. I can only give you 1,200 taels of spirit stones."

Zhang Wei said: "One thousand five hundred taels of spiritual stones."

The short and fat old man paused, his expression somewhat conflicted, as if he was weighing the pros and cons. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, let's just consider it as making friends with you."

After paying the money and goods, the short and fat old man invited again: "Daoyou, take a look here, is there anything else you want? The things in my shop are quite complete, which can satisfy all the cultivation needs of all sects of magic cultivators."

"No need, I don't like this place." Zhang Wei said lightly, then stood up and left the shop, leaving the short and fat old man looking at Zhang Wei's departing back with deep eyes.

After leaving the Magic Cultivator's Shop, Zhang Wei went straight out of the black market. However, not long after he walked out, he stopped again, looked behind him and sneered, "The local gangs really don't know manners."

Seeing that their whereabouts were exposed, the people following Zhang Wei no longer needed to hide. There was a rustling sound, and more than a dozen bloody figures came out and surrounded Zhang Wei.

The middle-aged monk who had sold the Yin Lei Curse Seal to Zhang Wei snorted coldly, "Boy, you are the one who doesn't know manners! Didn't your parents tell you not to be so arrogant?
Not only did you flaunt your wealth in the black market, you even dared to offend us. Even if someone from the Liu family of Bibotan came to the black market, they would have to keep their tails between their legs! Who do you think you are! "

The middle-aged monk spoke very impolitely, and he had the capital to be impolite.

For example, the group of people in front of us.

Two are in the late stage of Qi Refining, three are in the middle stage, and the remaining ten are in the early stage and warriors. Although such a group is not as good as those immortal cultivation families, it is also very good.

In other words, this is the norm for grassroots practitioners to stick together.

Those who are masters of foundation building are all powerful lords who can rule a certain area. How can you meet them easily?

But unfortunately, the person they met was Zhang Wei.

"Ah……"

With a sneer, without Zhang Wei making any move, a dozen black hands suddenly emerged from the ground, grabbed the ankles of everyone present and pulled them directly into the ground!

"what!!!!"

After more than a dozen screams, the robbers' gang, who were originally so aggressive, fell to the ground with their thighs torn into pieces, and wailed while holding their thighs that had been forced into the ground and turned into a pile of rotten meat.

"With just this little ability, you dare to learn to be a robbery cultivator?"

Zhang Wei said nothing in disdain, then waved his hand, and a dagger flashing with a black evil light flew out, easily cutting through the necks of everyone present, killing them all!

After doing all this, Zhang Wei was about to pack up the spoils, but at this moment, he seemed to feel something again. He quickly turned around and threw the evil light dagger towards the void!
"who!"

(End of this chapter)