The Primordial Law

Chapter 436 The Market of the Dead
Huang Liao said seriously, "By the way, Brother Li, the Netherworld Market opens tonight and will last for two days. Do you need the Sun-Avoiding Pearl or the Netherworld Human Skin?"

"Give me two sun-avoiding beads, how much?" Li Weiyi asked.

Huang Liao took out two sun-avoiding beads and placed them in front of Li Weiyi: "No need for money! Brother Li is obviously no ordinary person. Just consider it as me making friends."

Li Weiyi didn't refuse, not wanting to seem too pretentious. If the other party really wanted to make friends, Li Weiyi was precisely the kind of person who enjoyed making friends and wasn't so aloof.

When the living enter the realm of the dead, they shine like torches in the eyes of the departed.

The Sun-Avoiding Pearl and the Netherworld Skin are used to conceal the presence of a living person on one's body.

Li Weiyi wanted to go to the Market of the Dead mainly to buy Phoenix Blood Tree Leaves.

The Phoenix Blood Tree was once the most wondrous tree in Yuzhou, one of the three hundred prefectures of Lingxiao, comparable to the Earth Demon Pine of Liunian Temple. Now submerged in the realm of the dead, its leaves are extremely rare to find in the mortal realm.

Phoenix Blood Tree Leaves are a precious treasure for "refining tendons and shaping skin" in physical cultivation, with effects far surpassing those of Divine Stove Wood.

Li Weiyi's current physical cultivation has progressed the furthest in his muscles and internal organs, having already refined seven jin of immortal soil. However, due to the slow progress in his bones and tendons, the refining and absorption of the immortal soil has become extremely slow.

The Great Completion of the Golden Bone technique is about 30% complete.

As for the muscles and skin, they have only cultivated to about 20%.

According to Li Weiyi's estimation, as long as he cultivates his muscles and skin to 30% of the strength of the Longevity Body, he can challenge martial artists at the seventh level of the Dao Seed Realm with just his physical strength.

If one cultivates their bones and muscles to half the level of the Longevity Body, their physical strength would absolutely be able to withstand a martial artist at the ninth level of the Dao Seed Realm.

Huang Liao reminded him, "Trade in the Netherworld Market is generally done using Blood Crystals. If Brother Li hasn't prepared any, he should hurry to the city to exchange for some."

"Okay, thank you, Manager Huang."

Li Weiyi watched Huang Liao leave, feeling that the shopkeeper was hiding many secrets.

After having dinner with Yu'er, the two went into the city to exchange for blood crystals.

Li Weiyi wasn't short of blood crystals; he had many realm bags filled with top experts from the Dao Seed Realm, all of whom were very wealthy. But if he didn't exchange them for blood crystals, wouldn't that reveal his secret of carrying a large number of them?

Only by exchanging some of it will it feel real.

As dusk fell, some of the streetlights hung on the walls, indicating that people lived inside.

Some of the floating will-o'-the-wisps are inhabited by the spirits of the dead.

"Boom!"

A long convoy sped past, carrying half martial arts practitioners and half supplies. Among them were Buddhist bandits dressed in monks' robes and skilled rice-dwelling warriors.

Li Weiyi pulled Yu'er aside.

At the very front of the convoy, I spotted a familiar face.

One day, snow fell. He was not yet thirty years old, but his features were resolute.

The other rider beside Yizhu Xue looked very much like him and was dressed in black. He must be his brother, Canye Xue.

One is at the fifth level of the Dao Seed Realm, and the other is at the sixth level.

Such a powerful figure, who held an extremely high position in the Rice Cult's headquarters, was now in a sorry state, covered in blood and dirt, fleeing towards the ferry as if his life depended on it.

Li Weiyi had a grudge against Yizhou Xue, but he didn't want to cause any trouble. He was worried that a powerful figure from the Rice Cult might have escaped, and there was no need to provoke a group of desperate people.

Back at the inn, I finished packing my luggage.

A group of more than twenty people had gathered at the entrance of the inn, all heading to the Netherworld Market. Some of them wore ghostly human skin, their faces pale and their appearance quite frightening.

Li Weiyi secretly decided that after purchasing Phoenix Blood Tree Leaves from the Lost Souls Market, he would go to find the Zuoqiu Clan and the Jiuli Clan's army.

The human race in the Lingxiao habitat must be in a very favorable situation.

As darkness fell.

Huang Liao and an elderly man with disheveled white hair came downstairs, leading a dozen or so blue, departed soul horses behind them.

Huang Liao smiled and introduced, "The Market of the Dead is two hundred miles away from Huangjiang Border City. Tonight, Elder Yao will guide us. Elder Yao was once the guide of the Netherworld Lamp of the Jiuli Temple. He can distinguish good and bad fortune and can move freely in the Netherworld without ever getting lost."

Yao Qingfeng quickly waved his hand: "Please don't flatter me too much. This old man has never ventured more than a thousand miles into the Netherworld, so the fact that I'm still alive is not because of any great skill."

“Let’s go. The other teams in the city have already set off. Let’s follow them,” Huang Liao said.

Holding an ancient bronze lamp, Yao Qingfeng rode the first soul steed, leading the procession.

Huang Liao's case will be postponed.

Li Weiyi and Yu'er rode together on a horse, gazing at the ancient lamp. It was indeed the Netherworld Lamp of the Jiuli Temple, just like the one Li Ling had.

This is very strange!

The Guides of the Underworld held extremely high positions among the Jiuli tribe, almost all of them being disciples of the nine high priests. How could such figures have fallen to this state?
After leaving the city, Li Wei deliberately slowed down his Soul Steed, dropping to the back of the group next to Huang Liao.

He asked, "Does Manager Huang also go to the Lost Market to buy things?"

Huang Liao shook his head with a wry smile: "I went to escape disaster! So many cults and Buddhist traitors have fled to Huangjiang. The armies of the Zuoqiu Clan and the Jiuli tribe will likely arrive in the next couple of days. The living world is already a bloodbath, who would have thought that the Netherworld of the Dead would be safer now?"

At the Huangjiang ferry not far away, torches were clustered together, and large numbers of defeated soldiers from the Daojiao and Fodu bandits were gathering and boarding ships in a flurry of activity, seemingly preparing to set sail.

Giant ships have already set sail, heading east along the river.

After crossing the ferry, the group of more than twenty people officially entered the pitch-black Netherworld of the Dead. Li Weiyi felt the temperature plummet, and the magical energy in the world became thin and chilling.

An unknown dark force is invading the body, requiring the circulation of magical energy to refine and expel it. It's harmless in the short term, but living people with insufficient cultivation will definitely encounter problems if they remain in the Netherworld for an extended period.

With obstructed visibility, it was even darker than nighttime in its natural habitat.

There was no green vegetation on the ground, only black, thorny vines with sharp spikes that were extremely hard.

Besides them, there were teams both in front and behind, with a large number of people.

Every now and then, martial artists, confident in their superior cultivation, would ride off on strange beasts. Since they were only on the edge of the Netherworld, they were fearless and didn't even carry the Sun-Avoiding Pearl or the Netherworld human skin.

Huang Liao frowned: "Every month when the market for the dead opens, a large number of humans and demons flock to the market, but tonight seems to be a bit too many."

"boom!"

In the darkness several miles away, two magical artifacts clashed, radiating light and raising dust.

Martial arts masters were clashing, but the battle quickly receded and disappeared into the depths of the secluded realm.

"It seems Manager Huang's prediction was right; the war has indeed spread to the border town of Huangjiang." Li Weiyi was in high spirits, after all, the troops that had come were from the Zuoqiu Sect and the Jiuli tribe.

The Market of the Dead is built on the site of an old county town, surrounded by a desolate landscape resembling the Gobi Desert.

The mountaintops of the low hills curve in an arc, undulating like waves.

From afar, the entire market was shrouded in clusters of blue flames, filled with a lively and bustling atmosphere, with corpse generals and ghost generals maintaining order.

The owners of the Ghost Market are almost all powerful beings from the Netherworld.

Once inside the market, the group dispersed, each person going to buy what they needed.

Huang Liao became Li's only guide and explained, "Any spirit that can reach the general level, which is the fifth sea realm in human martial arts cultivation, can begin to develop intelligence. When they reach the commander level, which is comparable to the Dao Seed realm martial arts cultivation, their intelligence will increase significantly, even to the point of being comparable to humans."

"But influenced by the dark power of the Netherworld, they are all violent and bloodthirsty, attacking any living thing they see. Only a small number of the departed spirits who have drunk from the Fountain of Wisdom can maintain their sanity."

Li Weiyi heard the cry of "Phoenix Blood Tree Leaves" and, carrying Yu'er who had been somewhat frightened since entering the market, quickly walked over.

The stall owner was a handsome young man in his early twenties with skin as pure as an immortal.

In a market where the goods are either corpses or ghosts, it is quite rare to find such items.

The leaves of the Phoenix Blood Tree are as big as a palm-leaf fan, golden yellow, and covered with blood-red veins.

It looks like a leaf, but it's quite heavy, weighing about a pound.

Li Weiyi asked, "How much?"

"A single Phoenix Blood Tree Leaf, a top-grade Blood Crystal, no bargaining," the young man said.

A single top-grade blood crystal is worth 100,000 Yongquan coins.

Li Weiyi immediately put down the leaf: "Why don't you just grab it?"

"Actually, it's fair." Huang Liao secretly transmitted his voice to Li Weiyi, and added, "The Phoenix Blood Tree's leaves grow slowly in the Netherworld, and it's becoming increasingly scarce."

A clear and melodious female voice came from behind: "I'll buy these five Phoenix Blood Tree Leaves!"

A slender, graceful figure in a green dress, wearing a veil, took out five high-grade blood crystals and placed them on the stall.

Li Weiyi stared at her with some surprise, then looked behind her, searching for another figure that looked just like her.

"What are you looking at? I'll gouge your eyes out."

The woman in green had sharp eyes, and a sinister aura emanated from her.

Li Weiyi could tell that it was Yang Qingchan, not Yang Qingxi.

It's truly strange. Li Weiyi had thought that those two letters written in blood would harm Yang Qingxi, or at least land her in prison. Who would have thought she would encounter Yang Qingchan in the Netherworld of the Dead?
Li Weiyi used a disguise technique, so she didn't recognize him.

Now that the Rice Cult's experts have withdrawn en masse to the border city of Huangjiang, Li Weiyi dares not easily acknowledge her. Moreover, the Sui Cult and he are mortal enemies; they are now definitely enemies, not friends.

The young man looked at Li Weiyi and said to Yang Qingchan, "Everything has its order of arrival. This gentleman, ask the price first. I'll sell it to you after he decides not to buy it."

Li Weiyi's eyes showed surprise, and her goodwill towards him increased greatly: "I didn't expect the deceased to have such a strong sense of contract. I admire him!"

"Who says I'm a ghost?"

The young man replied with a detached look in his eyes.

Li Weiyi looked him up and down, secretly praising his impressive Qi Concealing Technique. Indeed, there are always people more capable than oneself in this world.

"Okay, I'll buy them all!"

Li Weiyi took out five high-grade blood crystals and handed them over.

Huang Liao, standing to the side, had a strange look in his eyes.

The message he received indicated that this Brother Li had only exchanged one hundred low-grade blood crystals in Huangjiang Border City, which was only worth one high-grade blood crystal.

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